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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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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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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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In Every Way A Man Days of youth somber; watching with envy as grown men would ponder. I saw them thinking through their eyes about the challenges held and the goals set high. They were afraid to fail because failing had no place in a man’s world. They were the bread winners, the heroes,...
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The world moves faster when there is no place to go. That statement is not always true until you find yourself moving in slow traffic on a busy street when you have some place to be. Isn’t it funny how time never waits for us but we are always waiting...
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I’ve never before been to a place ready to embrace me for all that I am. And as we passed Truro that New Years Eve I looked out a fogged up passenger side window into a dark cloud and thought to myself finally. Finally a place where I could hold the hand of my...
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I have an appetite for success. The stomach of my mind is rumbling to be fed because I am starving for new challenges and accomplishments. I want to be the one to reach higher and go further. I want to be the one who inspires by being inspired and I want...
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Somewhere a poet is crying because he can I’ve traveled to many places in this world without leaving the destination of my front window. There are days I sit and allow my mind to explore and reach out in a transpiration of thought. I search for new views and interpretations in a world...
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C L A R I T Y I search for truth in strange places. An open window halfway shut keeps me optimistic that everything around me will make sense…eventually. The air escapes inside and the sweat on my fingertips shiver with heated anticipation. And I write to find truth; to find the answers of...
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There can be no progression in this world if you keep allowing yourself to fall. It was one of those days that the reflection in the mirror wasn’t someone I wanted to see. Everywhere I went I saw someone who kept holding me back; someone who tripped me over and over onto the grounds...
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When we experience growth we sometimes become unrecognizable to ourselves. The music thumped as hesitant shadows scraped the dance floor with stiffened movements and wild attire. Black lights spotlighted the lint of many minds loose and intoxicated. I stood with a drink half filled with ice leaning against a crowded bar...
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