Biography of Vaughn Wood
“Who am I, you ask? ”
I am a narrative in the making,
A happy ending not yet told;
A plot unapologetically thickening,
An unedited pagination in bold.
I am a breath worth breathing,
Escaping death with each blow;
Avoiding over speculating
When the last one will flow.
I am faith in motion,
More enlightened via the personal
Than stage-like public spectacle.
I am desire, craving daily to be known,
Not forced into isolation to venture alone;
But absorbing each new sunrise and sunset
Providing the gift of another day for riveting embrace.
I am a friend worth having;
A reliable man worth confiding.
Gratefully ineligible to adjudicate,
In the now, fearlessly merciful.
I am honesty’s new best friend,
A quest for truth continually probing;
A current of transparency untainted,
Longing for a nonjudgmental landing.
Vaughn Wood Poems
Who Am I?
“Who am I, you ask? ” I am a narrative in the making, A happy ending not yet told;
The Unwelcomed Guest
Your stench is that of an unwelcomed guest Unseen nightly, yet clandestinely Hiding underneath my bed.
It’s not too often you get a moment with one so wise Wisdom appears in many shapes and colors But one must be careful So do lies
Fluidic Red with a Punch
Parched lips are the result of a conversation needed. But honest feelings shared go down like soured wine,
Professing to be wise With mouth wide open Elaborating details Yet barely alive
The moment I laid eyes on it I knew there is life beyond this grave. I was not meant to be restrained by my own lament.
The Wait Kills The Man
The wait kills the man; A necessary death nonetheless, Leaving him unanswered, Sensationally demised.
Signed Sealed Delivered
The negotiators have gone silent Now only ink need be applied Like blood covering sin’s demise Hard to believe a tree ceased to exist
The Worst And Best Day of My Life
Not many days hold the power of such parody, Where reflection bids a respectful bow. Catastrophic at first glance, A single day full of heartbreaking events.
The old man whittled a point on a stick he found nearby. Worry had been a lifelong companion and now he was wondering why.
The moment I laid eyes on it I knew
there is life beyond this grave.
I was not meant to be restrained
by my own lament.
These concrete walls only leave one detained
from the freedom to envision a better tomorrow.
I tell you, the dead do rise
to yet an enlightened state