Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Originally published April 16, 2018, this piece was the second in a three-part series of poems from my first "collection", the "Crescent Collection". This piece was a look back along the the curve of change. "The Unparsed Past (Right Crescent)" - Recorded 3/12/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Unparsed Past (Right Crescent)”
There are still And perhaps there always will be Periods in which All that is Fades away Leaving only grey In these times It can feel Like there is little left As we struggle to find Meaning and purpose Some semblance of what was In a world far removed All we have come to know … Continue reading With Only Absence
Oh Child With eyes as wide as the midday sun With hair as wild as the beasts which still can be found lurking in the places we have not yet built our homes Though you may feel so insignificant Standing beside such monoliths as these we have hewn from the ground beneath you Standing beneath … Continue reading The Earth Will Speak, That Your Voice, So Soft Now, Might Be Heard
The piece below is part two in a collaboration between myself and the very gifted poet Thought for Change, of the blog The Rendezvous Club. This piece was written over a period of time through various communications revolving around a Q/A about fear, love, and marriage. The text on the left was written by Though … Continue reading On Love and On Marriage – A Collaboration, Part 2
The waves are crashing down once more On the shores of perception Eroding any semblance of certainty Drawing in the doubts Poisoning the waters even further As negativity spreads like a cloud of sediment Leaving only darkness in its wake Casting shadows down into the deepest depths Leaving the world above excluded And just as … Continue reading Why’s Like Waves
The moon is melting again See it Dripping through the tops of the trees Cascading down through the branches Into silver pools Sinking even further Beneath the soil And into the roots themselves So that soon All will be luminescent Glowing With the captive light of the daytime sun But without the crescent on high … Continue reading The Sky is Dark, Save for the Distant Stars
Am I alive and well? Some days I cannot tell. I walk, I talk, I breathe But am I really me? What does it mean to "be"? Is it only what you see? Or is there something missing In these lines, In shapes and shades and days, Too long at times, Too dense to be … Continue reading Dream Ourselves Awake
Brother When I heard The news I could not speak I did not know What to say And I am still unsure If any words Could ever really convey The great loss That the world Had suffered In your absence I want to ask Why But I know All too well What driving force lies … Continue reading In Memory of Aaron Allen
Most days I stand tall Facing the rising sun With the breeze in my hair And a gentle hum Eminating from my heart Assured of my purpose And ready To face each new challenge That arises With an optimistic drive And a passion for living But then there come Days like the blackest night In … Continue reading For I Do Not Walk in Solitude
In the late night hours Eyes search for Semblance of form In shadows Moving Strange how What obscures is not Darkness But rather The absence of light Preference for Moonlit paths Over Intermittent incandescent The dim glow Faithful companion A second set of Azure irises Longing both To see and To be seen Strange how … Continue reading Beneath the Same Midnight Gaze
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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