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The Places We Call Home
Everlasting memories – those familiar places
we have known
embrace our soul during times when we
feel we are ... ∞ 
A Perfect Day
Summer writes the perfect poem as this day roams—gracefully.
Peacefully the descriptive imagery of euphoric clouds
gaze like lovers in ... ∞ 
Tarringo T. Vaughan always believed he had a love affair with literature. One of the first pictures he saw of himself was of him at maybe the age of three or four year’s old sitting with a book in his hand. But for Tarringo, growing up in the depths of the inner city both in [...]
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There we played, on the streets of youth where we were free of fear, free of tears and during times when life taught us the freedom to care. We were the innocent — children filled with dreams learning the art of growth while realizing that everything around us wasn’t what...
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Sometimes The Rain There are times I walk through pouring rain with no umbrella to shield me from all that grieves the pain. The world watches me as I tremble through muddied cemented fields where sadness remains and scurry past landmarks studied through a mind of loneliness as I remember tears I never allowed...
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Old Aching Bones He caught my attention and stared back at me – with beads of gray hair (outlining his face) and an emergence of wrinkles (aging his grace.) He had a cane by his side as he rocked in his chair humming the sounds of all years gone by. His rugged hands...
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I am everything I have been afraid to be I am every sight that the witness of my core has been afraid to see because I have embraced every aspect of weakness that has formed the internal strength within me. I am the scar that has been stabbed into a relentless silence and left...
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Of Life’s Complexity Inspired by The Poetry Of Tupac Shakur Those who accept simplicity have never walked on the same side of the street as me. They’ve never watched grown folks cry when hopes and dreams slowly die. They’ve never seen single mothers struggle or heard their cries around dinner time when food is...
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I continue to study this poem. I feel there is an energy of something more waiting to explode from the verses. I’m not sure if this poem will make the cut for the “Different Kind Of Blues” project but I will continue to explore this poem. I share this draft with you. Born...
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