Tag Archives: Tarringo T. Vaughan

If I shall die tonight, I want to come back as the magic that is your mind and the fascination that is your heart. I want to see the world through the deep browns of your eyes and within those spirals of your love, I want to experience your vision of passion and feel the […]

There are times I sit and stare off into an endless ocean of shadows that drift within the winds of my own thoughts. Sometimes I am that man who sees everything with clarity when there is nothing but chaos surrounding me.  There are times I grasp and hold onto everything complex because I don’t recognize […]

Words Forward   It was not so long ago that I found the words to express all that I’ve come to know in this world   and within this life that I have been given to live.   It was not so long ago that I broke the silence   and found a voice within […]

Inspired “An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose” ― Langston Hughes Today a poem surrendered to my thoughts. I found it early this morning while driving 72 miles per hour in the middle lane down 91 South – […]

Youth whistles his name  — twelve years of life balancing between eroded curbs just on the edge of Hancock street. He wears grown man shows on his feet and abandonment on his mind as he studies parental strangers with a false toughness but in his eyes is the vision of a child brought up in […]

I want to reach out and answer him, he who hides from his own questioning. I want to teach him how to speak the words that fear has silenced and stand tall amongst the beating hearts of strength for in his tears are the rhythm of survival. I want to reach out and heal her, […]

I have found that this is love; I have found that this every touch we share is the formula for passion every time our lips caress – it is this soft tender unity of corruption that our  hearts express that has me able to confess – how lucky I am to have you by my […]

If I wrote the best poem in the world I would dry the tears on the silent neglected streets where lamposts blink the sounds of destruction, and in the eyes of poverty I would stare into each child’s vision and inpire in them the hope, strength and victory of success. I would wake up drug […]

Sometimes I hate when I’m supposed to love. I stare off into cluttered windows watching the eyes of my heart dilate into fragments of distance loudly shattering in the destination of this world unhealed. Those are the times I am numb when I’m supposed to feel holding on to pain I didn’t even know I […]

Young girl, twenty-two years of age sits on a sidewalk curb all  alone. She is internally torn, externally prone and far from home; she is emotionally beaten and from her small frame you can tell that she hasn’t eaten but inside of her brown spiral eyes you can see a different kind of hunger; a […]