Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Part Two: A Place to Call My Own (Home 2) "An Expression of Self (Home 1)" - Recorded 9/25/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them An expression ofSelfNot always pretty lines and floral printNot alwaysGreen grass and candles, lit Dark mass on dirt earth, feetThe smell of piss/sweat/breath/ taste meSalt and bits … Continue reading An Expression of Self (Home 1)
Originally published April 14, 2018, this piece actually commemorates so many occurrences... It was also the first night I read my work out loud in front of a live audience, which was a very big moment for me, and it is quite fun to look back fondly to see the distance traveled since. "Still Here" … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Still Here”
Feathered wings,In turn,Fold andSlow-burn,Melting likeA good sinWhere doesOne end,Where does,The next begin? Four flames,Two twins,Four candles,Flicker now in the wind. Warm air,Blowing in,Holding you,Blowing out and blowing through. East-west,Coast to coast,Your ghost,The part of us I miss the most. Pinch of Earth,In both hands,From either pole,North/South,Dry land. Blown out,Floating now,Wait for…The sedentary come down,Hold strong,Hold … Continue reading Feathered Wings
What do we really know of love? There are so many who have tried to capture the essence of this deceptively simple word, In songs and poems, In books and short stories, In paintings and still-life photographs… Yet still we fail to fully capture or even grasp, A depth in words which is so apparent … Continue reading Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times
Sphere of Passion play Rest now in Harmony atop Pitch black: Four sides, One base, Just as Four eyes, One face. Hue lost? No, found Not within, but Around... Azure skies above As Azure seas below. Calm surface all but Kind; Deceit, As winds begin to blow, As storms on horizon grow, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part II (Mask Reprise)
Poison cloud still hangs from Imploded Vapor Mystic; Thought she'd been left behind, Turns out she had left her mind. Departure left void that None could fill Were they to even find Path through darkened mist of Dead, decayed, undefined. Mirror fold and Shatter, Must now see Not two but three, Not I but we, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)
The good days come And then go So quickly. At times We are left Wondering; Have our best days passed us by, Are they still to come, Or are we living them now?
We groan And yawn Restless But contained Within walls Which house our forms As well as the warmth which makes them so We huddle In sweaters And under sheets Comfortable But restless Waiting for the Earth to turn Watching for the sun to rise We live In a cold state
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
We are still here. He immediately points to my insignia "Yah, but mine's gold" I believe him; He has more gold adorning his body than I own "You got a home?" "I've a place to stay..." He understands Better than anyone "Grandpa stopped the music" I believe it I charged the speaker before I left … Continue reading Still Here
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 