Tag Archives: Tarringo T. Vaughan

A half glass of warm beer sits just to the left of a pile of scattered newspaper crumpled just enough to see a half page of an Obituary; someone has ran out of time today/no chance to open their eyes again to breathe into another day/no chance to speak into silence and to pause another […]

  April 27, 2014  8:25 A.M.   The sun is only slightly shinning, but on this day my age has the brightest smile.  I’ve watched life grow and it has come a long way since my early days.   Back then, just a child, I use to celebrate laughter as an innocent melody of freedom, […]

One April Morning (The 36th Song) Written April 27th, 2012 10:31 A.M. A howling wind regurgitates through the reflection of soft sunlight that is peeking through the eyelids of my bedroom window. A gentle air whispers into my awakening as I rise to a new song. One April morning I experienced the magic of birth […]

I’ve been sitting here singing now for thirty-five years/ listening to the music of my heart whistle through laughter, pain, happiness and tears. So as I toast the beginning of another song I stare through the journey of these eyes and reflect upon the times I struggled in this life just to belong.   The […]

To Live Again To progress one has to remember to live.   One night I sat alone listening to my past pain unhealed whining against the coldness of yesterday’s window.   It was a stuttering sound that startled the waves of silence that giggled amongst the hours of truth; a truth that whistled for time […]

Written April 27th 2009 Thirty-three years ago I had no name, no dreams no emotion — they say I was just a ten pound bundle of joy pushing my way out of a sixteen year old womb. It is safe to say I don’t remember but the sting from being smacked on my naked little […]

Written April 27th 2008 To be born again is to release yesterday’s fears and rise from the recycled shell we call existence; it is the freedom to capture our own reemergence as we explore and face the unknown by redefining it into another year of knowledge; to be born again is our ability to rewind […]

Her heart was a tourist searching exploring a new destination for that something once familiar. She was lost in a silent crowd with the identity of heartbreak splattered on a billboard of loneliness right there in the center of Time Square. The flaunt of her walk was a hidden advertisement for anonymity because she was […]

Sidewalks: the clutter of movements simplified on pavements of time where strangers become familiar stories and friendly smiles become hidden identities behind masks of emotion. In their eyes are the elemental fragments of history as each leaves a footprint of external existence. On curbs there is a persistence of connection in the way they communicate […]

There are times I stare out into the openness of a quiet world watching  my reflection cry. Sometimes I don’t feel my feelings are heard; sometimes I watch my own tears dry. If you really knew me, you would know my heart is the microphone of my emotional suffocation. I’ve once spoken with an empty […]