David Vaughan
Ghost and Buford. "A Sitting on my head Mommy!" "Well I can't see out the window if I don't!"
David Vaughan
Echo of the Tempest D.Vaughan C.Ditmore Collaboration Echo of the obstreperous Tempest… Shackled on this rickety wagon Tumbling downhill Remembering the chase and the wide-eyed dragon, Reminiscing the glorious kill (that thrill)… I exalt, once left forlorn, to perish within the eye of the storm Thus once drowned, unto desire which does abate. Sorry, heavy hearted and resigned to this fate, this regrettable state, unable to oscillate, Unable to satiate nor alleviate my lust for that bait, Staring at that honed hook; Dreaming of falling into that nook- That place, Where the face Of my deadly demon is briefly satisfied And only then and there I vied- I tried! To escape the barbed claws and jagged jaws Of the vitriolic, chemical infection voraciously violating, Ravaging what’s left of my shattered mind. But where else might we find Such serenity so perfectly aligned? Through an eternity I never did see Such bittersweet reality. The taste of lush escape Smell of synthetic Tranquility The intricate, intimately intrinsic Feel of her gently detrimental, transcendental caress… The city sounds fade Visions of the memories of such a place rekindle The passionate pain of this evil I must face Every. Single. Day Relentless If only she would say Goodbye.. I sigh as I resign myself to fact: Once addiction is born it never dies If starved it is time that quells the lies Attempting to coerce a weary man To return to loving Such a beautiful demon. Every rose has its thorn- But this one is Fucking Venomous Her allure of rapacious lasciviousness Although her soothing kiss tastes so generous It comes not free And no money Could ever repay- Could be what most fail to see, The price that she so readily devours For hours I contemplate Never allowing her to return Nevermore my soul is hers to burn.
David Vaughan