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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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Argument With A Poet As he studied my attention I refused to blink. He told me things about my- self I tried to keep hidden under a coffee stained American Eagle sweat shirt that found me on the Clarence rack. I told him to fuck off! But he continued to weave his words through...
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Words Unsaid A heart once mute – tears of silence that at a young age just wouldn’t compute the confusion and delusions hidden within a soul held hostage by fear – for many years, so many words unsaid I just couldn’t find the expressive freedom to let out the emotions rampaging as confused...
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One Of Many I am just one of many experiments who stand alone in rehearsed crowds lost in a maze of widowed daydreams trying to find tomorrow with transient eyes shut to the reality of yesterday. It is when I open my mind that I – not only see – but recognize that...
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Upon the Thought of My Demise It is upon the thought of my demise that I wonder if the memory of me shall wake into tomorrow’s sunrise or will I fade into the distant echoes of what once was — barely to be recognized. All I hope is the flowers laid down upon my...
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March, 2010 So many times I wanted to lay down this pen and let the words migrate back into silent barriers of a once broken expression; so many times I wanted to lock away this literary voice behind unbreakable chains with no way out but every time I tried I heard you whistling my...
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She was a whistle sitting silently in front of corner store with her home wrapped openly around her exposing her life and the orchestra of her tears. But no one seemed to care as she was stepped over and stepped past Like an object just in the way. Everyone seemed to ignore what her...
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No Body Is Going To Love Me I want to love again I want to love again and celebrate the victory of two hearts cemented in a stone of everlasting commitment. I want to feel the voice of a lover singing to my heart. I want to hear the touch of passionate surrender embrace...
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The gorgeous/golden/glisten of silence awakens as a familiar sunrise parachutes through the open skies of a new horizon. A calm/comforting wind shifts the hazelnut sands( just barely) as my mind once again sunbaths under the currents of ultraviolet rays that reach through mirrored clouds reflecting the deep blue of the ocean’s hue. I am...
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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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The Places We Call Home Everlasting memories – those familiar places we have known embrace our soul during times when we feel we are alone even when days are gray and the world turns cold we find our comfort in the places we call home. There are tears out there –journeys of sadness roaming...
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