Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"A Ritual Motion" - Recorded 2/17/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them the Gods are too tall to see the landscape passa tip-toe perhaps at times through quiet country lanesunder cover of ragged cloak and greying matted hair it seems to me there is a beauty in the simple act of walkinga … Continue reading A Ritual Motion
For Safa. Never stop dreaming. 💙 "May It Be So" - Recorded 12/22/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I saw the Prophet Elijah the other day.He was walking along a busy street with headphones in, laughing at whatever statement had been uttered on the other end of the line.His body moved … Continue reading May It Be So
My mother making dinner for her children, Alone. We were together Once more. My father and horses. The gates had all fallen down, And I ran to see. Walking up the hill, He looked at me and said: "Is that my son? No, it couldn't be…" Without hesitation, He kept walking.
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
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.
Woke up tired So long So long ago Been so many nights Sleeping alone How many more Don't really know Just want to say Don't know what to say Wish it weren't this way Wish it weren't today I've been walking steady But I am going nowhere I've been getting ready For what? I don't … Continue reading Tired
I find myself in awe At the relentless procession of days and months How even the seconds and minutes Which seem at times too minuscule And like sand between fingers slip from perception Pile up one after another Until Before we have even realized it Half of our lives have fallen behind us And we … Continue reading A Reflection on the Passage of Time
Most days I stand tall Facing the rising sun With the breeze in my hair And a gentle hum Eminating from my heart Assured of my purpose And ready To face each new challenge That arises With an optimistic drive And a passion for living But then there come Days like the blackest night In … Continue reading For I Do Not Walk in Solitude
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 