For you, with love. 💙 "I Want to Dance and I Want to Dance With You" - Recorded 1/5/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have been whispering your name since the day I was born.I have been whispering your name since the day I was born and now I want … Continue reading I Want to Dance and I Want to Dance With You
The heart cries out,Even,And especially,When the tongue fails. Words cannot sayWhat we feel,Just as our bodies often failTo conveyThe impulses that drive them. At times IWish there was a wayTo give voice toThe pulse that runs beneath. She tells me to draw,Despite objections that I cannot,"With your left hand,"She tells me;"You will stop trying to … Continue reading The Heart Cries Out
They've entered your thoughts again, my dear, And by now I hope it's clear They've no interest in your best interest They offer nothing to you but fear. They've come to take what can be taken, To shake free what can be shaken, To pilfer while you're lulled to sleep, So my darling, please awaken. … Continue reading That You May Never Feel Alone
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
Stories and lore! Stories and lore! How could We have forgotten Stories and lore?!
The piece below is part one 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 Fear – A Collaboration, Pt. 1
I was born in the ocean Baby Dripping wet Every inch Swam with fishes Sharks with teeth Felt the cool water Touched the reef I have wandered the desert Child Sand from sea Waking sleep Lucid dreams 40 days Underneath Sun and heat I have felt the flames lick Son At my feet As father … Continue reading In-Between
Sometimes there is no language Only sound And the space between Not filled with meaning But with joy Or with humor Or with pain Or perhaps With nothing at all An expression of What cannot be expressed. Though the sun shines the blinds hold back the rays and the room is dark. And then there … Continue reading An Expression of What Cannot Be Expressed