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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
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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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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Still A Man I, too, reflect the image of a man My love may be seen as a sin, but my heart still bleeds a proud beat when I walk down judgment’s street. I will face every stare That thinks I’m weak Because of the passion From another man I seek. And every word...
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No Longer Am I No longer am i hidden behind unmovable walls unseen, unheard, unwanted I busted through the plaster and freed myself from my own silent disaster and now I stand exposed no longer am i held back by the chains of distain undefined, unappreciated, unknown ...
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A Perfect Day Summer writes the perfect poem as this day roams—gracefully. Peacefully the descriptive imagery of euphoric clouds gaze like lovers in an open field of blue as the ski brightens to the metaphoric sun rays of a beautiful golden haze that, in its gentle embrace, opens up the aroma of mature roses,...
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As The Wind Blows Eighty-five degrees of calm drifts silently – it breathes like a soft whisper as it massages the gentle texture of my mind – thoughts left behind I inhale the redolence of oak scented air weaving between branches of trees that stand high above with an orgy of leaves that levitate...
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After the Rain 6:58 A.M the sky cried through the misery of darkened skies the rain came down harassing sleepy eyes and solemnly splashing against drowning curbs; it bullied blind windshields and bloated thirsty fields it welted drowsy highways and feed angry puddles flooding hurried streets – like a tempered soul the rain emptied...
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October’s Fest I taste a Pumpkin spiced Ale in the brisk afternoon winds of October’s kiss. I feel the celebration of early harvest all around me as a festival of leaves scatter through the barren parking lots and over worn down curbs blanketing the architecture of footprints with the fabric...
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As Nature Cries Dreary be the day as the sky opens releasing its temper tantrum in a steady eruption of rage down upon the daily activity of life’s stage. Scattered cars travel blindly on slippery pavements wet from shaken leaves startled by the midsummer storm as it pounds steadily from the soul of earth’s...
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One World One torch has traveled…in the arms of many nations to ignite one flame of hope, spirit and freedom – in its journey it has relayed through the hands of many dreams; each inspired by the possibilities of heart and victory. A torch has traveled over oceans, through tunnels and in...
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