Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For You. "Your worth" - Recorded 2/12/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them lay awakestill feel in a dreamday to breakno fright in headfor night spentinstead excitementfor light and bright dayspraise sentstill will sleep but no wastewill keep you alwaysthere's no hasteto speed our pacei just needto seea smile on your facebut … Continue reading Your worth
Originally published April 9, 2018, this is a celebration of a title and the joy the human who it was bestowed to brought and continues to brings to my life. "Your Name Alone" - Recorded 3/1/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Your Name Alone”
For you. For all of you. "Just for Being You" - Recorded 3/1/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them You are worthy of love.Always…Just for being you. Despite the overwhelming need in our hearts to do so,giving love,and receiving it thusly,are two of the most underestimated tools we possess,and the most difficult … Continue reading Just for Being You
This piece was written in collaboration with Dilara, a good friend from Russia who is one of many wonderful people I have met on Ablo over the course of the last several years. Dilara, you are a wonderful friend, and an inspiration, both in terms of life and writing. I am so grateful that we … Continue reading Обнять (To Embrace)
"That the Rains Might Fall" - Recorded 12/23/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I long for…love. Your love,and to love you just the same. Not merely to receive,neither to give,but to know,to feel,to be a part of, as if immersed in a flowing stream. All I have,all I am,on the altar … Continue reading That the Rains Might Fall
What weighs on the heart Is heaviest of all, For a burden on That vital part Can bring us down, Overall, Can remind us That we are So very small. Hope remains, Here as in all other ways, Just as the darkest nights Often lead to the brightest days. For what is heavy on the … Continue reading What Weighs on the Heart
This piece was written in collaboration with the light-bringer Lykke, my dear friend whose prose inspired a deluge of thoughts and actions, as well the words below. My sincere thanks to her for all we have discussed and all we still have to learn from each other. Lykke: Milestones… When my day starts here Your … Continue reading Milestones
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
There is a soul sickness in the church. I can smell it on them As they stumble in to the American Legion on Burma Ave And proceed to verbally and emotionally abuse the serving staff Then retreat to their huddled circles To debate whether their all-encompassing love Could ever be extended to those whose values … Continue reading On a Sunday Morning in October
The rain Though it falls as one Cascading down in sheets now To fall upon the dry earth Is but a collective of many Each drop Unique unto itself Composed as it is Of individual particles just the same Gathered and unified Taking form And shape As a single distinct entity For only the briefest … Continue reading But a Brief Transition
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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