Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For you; yes, you. For us. For what comes next. "Flowers in the Snow" - Recorded 1/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Broke crust; boot to Earth.In winter's step, new to grow.Descend to(o), sanctum deep.Observe: bones,Picked clean, long ago.Mid-day, sun gleam.Bright light, dark though. Bow now.Lit, torch.Cast toWhite glow. New ground.New … Continue reading Flowers in the Snow
Todays daily piece is not really new, but rather, a necessary return to roots. This was the first of my poems that was ever published, receiving second place in a free-verse poetry contest at my university in 2012 and with it, a spot in the literary journal called Prometheus (along with another of my poems … Continue reading Intrinsic Desire
"Lucid Moments" - Recorded 1/1/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them There are times whereI hear,I see,Better than others,Where the cacophony of lightAnd noiseFades and melts away,Leaving room forThe quiet and otherwise hiddenWhispers and colors,Like the seconds betweenThe minutes on the clock,To rise and be perceivedNo longer less than,But equal to,Bringing with … Continue reading Lucid Moments
Hello everyone, I have finally recorded my first audio version of one of my poems (outside of the experimental recordings in the anechoic/echo chambers), and I am excited to share it here as an update to my 2018 piece "Say I Love You". I have wanting to do this been working up to this for … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Say I Love You”
* I am not crazy, Though the argument could be made; Some days I feel As if love is the same, A madness, accepted The difference the name. ** What often impedes Is what cannot be seen; We are more than just objects And there is far more Than distance between. *** As the day … Continue reading A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies
A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored. The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
Lykke tells me That in Iran There is a saying: Stand and resist in hard days just like "sarv" (the evergreen), let nothing wither your greenery. Not only is this a beautiful statement of resilience, But it is also another sign to me That we are all not so different As we are alike; This … Continue reading Through the Hard Winter
Day bleeds To night As the Long rays of Warm light Fade in To view Fade out Of sight
There is no storm so great as that which gathers In the space bereft the light of the sun In the space outside Of sight Of mind Of time Resting Just on the edges of Oblivion
The veneer is cracking Worn thin Having served for so long now As the barrier between What is And what is thought to be So with eager eyes We all await The day when at last The mask it falls Shattered to the floor And at long last We may perceive With clarity and lucid … Continue reading From Dust to Dirt and Back Again
