Part One: An Expression of Self (Home 1) "A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)" - Recorded 9/25/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Skin clings to bone likeHome:A place to call my own,A foreign word,In a near-forgotten phrase,I have not known inOh, so many ways,Distant now inTime and space,A remnant … Continue reading A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)
For you. 💙 "…Every Word, Every Crease in the Page." - Recorded 1/3/2021 - Auroraboros - 1/3/2021 How I cherish you…I am thinking of you, even now. I am thinking……of the way your words always make me smile / not even your words, just the knowledge they are waiting……of your inviting eyes, as you look … Continue reading …Every Word, Every Crease in the Page.
I paused Ever so slightly today, As my feet passed between shadows and sunlight streaming down… Warm and… It has been so long Since I have felt the glow on my face. My spirit ran free last night. I opened my mouth wide And set loose from between my teeth, Not quite words, Not quite … Continue reading I Paused Ever So Slightly Today
The wind whistles softly Through the space between Point A Point B All the while Stars rush outward Approaching their maximum possible velocity Leaving behind Only distance
Disperse, o thoughts within my head I've no time for you I must leave bed The sun is up now in the sky It's gone to work And so must I Disperse, o thoughts within my mind I've better ways To spend my time The wind blows snowflakes to and fro It moves so fast … Continue reading Disperse, O Thoughts Within My Head
How I have missed The rushing wind The fluid motion And the ground passing quickly beneath my feet It would seem I had forgotten The importance of moving forward Of unallocated time Surrender to chance and momentary escape From the stagnant monotony of a rushed life I must find balance though As time is precious … Continue reading The Value of Contrast
On a cool, misty morning In the early Autumn I can feel the crisp air rushing against my cheek As the world slowly rises around me From its bed of the night before To a day filled with the voices of so many Eager to begin Eager to know what it means to be alive … Continue reading On a Cool, Misty Morning
Note: This piece contains material that is not appropriate for all audiences. Read at your own discretion. Her breath on my neck Her lips on my cheek Her pressed against me We move as one; I remember to breathe Feel her movement, discrete Rinse and repeat Shallow then deep Above then beneath Pressed against - … Continue reading Nothing More, Nothing Less *Explicit*