The second in a set of NINE. Artwork generated by CrAIyon (formerly DALL-E mini). "Beneath the White Moon" - Recorded 06/14/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Shattered / scattered,Just like you,Scared to move, too,To breakThrough / freeCaught in thisMonotonous routine, like"Misery is comfortable when the alternative is unknown." "Certainty:"What a lie,Worse than … Continue reading Beneath the White Moon
The first in a set of NINE. Artwork generated by CrAIyon (formerly DALL-E mini). "In All There Is" - Recorded 06/13/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them In all there isSmall stepsDepths ofSmilesChatterTeeth, late into the nightBreak lightLifeLove,YouWith each passing breathMore:All and nothing.
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.
For the light and for the darkness in all of us. For the warm feeling of love and acceptance, and for the sinking discomfort that sits in the pit of our stomachs. May we remember that both are always there, and always will be. "There Is, In All Things" - Recorded 12/26/2020 - Auroraboros - … Continue reading There Is, In All Things
This poem was written in a very dark part of my life, and during a particularly dark period within that. I am grateful, though, to look back and see that even that, I was able to see the light shining through and remind myself that there is always an end to the storm. "Some Sunset … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Some Sunset Somewhere”
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
I tried to play a song today
On an antique wooden piano;
I must admit,
I know now the first thing about how to do so
But neither do I really know
How to be this mess of flesh and bone we call "human",
Yet here I stand still,
So I figured I would give it a shot.
In Tehran, There is no hope, "A living hell" So they say on the TV box and in the pages filled With so many carefully chosen words. This is fine, Really, To be expected. I mean, Tehran is not in the United States, And that is just what happens When you are not in … Continue reading In Tehran
My body aches And the sound of voices from so long ago echoes in my ears Smiles no longer bearing faces Faces no longer bearing smiles At times I want to crumble To fall back to the earth and in time be swept away by a passing breeze Each and every cell and molecule dispersed … Continue reading Some Sunset Somewhere