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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 [...]
FWC Cares Project
Look at me, standing here at the place we first met looking out at the rolling waves as the ocean breeze blows against my face. Thinking of you paints the masterpiece of our love as I gazed into your eyes at this very special place. Look at me, sitting here...
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Written April 27th, 2013 from the thoughts that arrived at 5:35 A.M Eyes wide open inside the 37th dream of a lifetime, I am breathing — and as I lay within these minutes, the very minutes I breathed inside the bosom of my mother’s arms and started to recognize a world...
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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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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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I am guilty. I have committed a crime and I am here to confess. I am a murderer; I am a murderer of closed minds and senseless ignorance and I will kill again. They look at me like a poetic criminal because in my eyes they see a cold stare of ink flooding 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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On Bended Knee Love, in the creation of a moment, kneeled down before me on bended knee and within it’s presence the sounds of steady winds drifting in from the rhymes and soul of a timeless sea held us breathless as the deepness of a smile captured me. Love, in the creation of a...
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Lost Ones I write for their eyes as I narrate the loneliness they feel from inside the of hidden identities that have become immersed within the transparent confusion of society’s delusion. Some are brave and stand alone on judgment’s concrete stone afraid to shine their difference in the dampened skies where hateful eyes plagiarize...
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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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