My Words

By Mike Vaught

A timely piece of fiction written with an urgency for the masses. Describing the chemical nature of time, space, heaven and hell; and each individual's inherent responsibility for the smooth operation of the universe. A poet's thoughts from mundane to spatial. A reminder to us all to question and answer daily, "Who I Am"! Always be careful how you knot the string.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781634176705

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My Words

Poetry

Mike Vaught

Copyright © 2015 Mike Vaught

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2015

ISBN 978-1-63417-669-9 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-63417-670-5 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

The Madman and His Dame

Said the madman to his dame- weigh

your gold! See you have none.

Now sink before my words a done.

a shocking glance cried nay!

Unlike a slave, thou captured bird

there is no right; you will not fly.

To think my equal be, the twinkle of your eye

glancing free! I shout absurd!

Your words can never bind my mind

it thinks, sees, and feels the pain

of none to lose and all to gain.

Equality and freedom for all kind.

So strike your laugh within a game.

My spirit be the prize.

No, I’ve won my rank, ’tis you that finally dies.

Oh, madman! Your hangman is the dame!

I Can’t Tell

If you knew,

what I know,

you would leave

for lack of understanding.

Perimeter

This perimeter but a boundary

of times impressive due.

Lost in space; more massive

than the galaxies loom.

Here the sound, a siren song.

Thus before coming back,

receive the promise of

tomorrow’s passive tongue.

Memories of my time spent

yet very blind.

The conquering of the moon.

The losing of a tune.

Sliding up to here, to find

a poem with little rhyme.

Death

Have you ever asked?

Why am I to die?

Reaching for the sky

and you catch the sign:

It is but a state of mind!

Garden Gate

It came unto me,

why can’t I be?

Why can’t I see what my mind

always needed to see?

And set me free.

They have forced a new start,

Why can’t I part?

I can’t part from the laws

they have passed on to me.

Would set my mind free.

Now I’ve been told.

of a new world; we must believe.

It will set our soul free, to dance

in the garden of make believe.

I know it can’t be.

Then it came unto me.

They have forced me to see, I said!

The laws are a cut to tranquillity.

I’ve seen the gates of nonreality.

But I’m not dead!

Merlin’s Interruption

Just how funny ’tis to fly

caught in a night’s dream

when Merlin came by.

You should have seen them

each one on a pole.

How could they stand there

riding row on row?

Each one seemed enchanted

must be zapped by a wand.

I’m going frogging down to

Jason’s pond and you.

Questions they amuse my soul

Stating the scheme: Why,

Sitting on a pole!

Because of You

Must be a form of death,

for living without you

leaves me in great need of rest.

Sitting, I listen for every sound.

A hint to your presence.

Without me peace must abound,

for there are no open signs.

Heartbreak

If I called you,

would you want me,

why not say you love me more than yesterday.

But I know now,

you don’t need me,

so I feel there’s just one thing I need to say.

It’s I love you,

need to have too,

all the promise, pain, and heartbreak of each day.

Myself

Tempting, ah, yes, it must be.

For within me,

I’m left to see

the astonishment of present time

and the arrangement of deepening tunes.

Tomorrow

Casting workers for the loom,

while playing to a silent tune.

Light bursting into landscape bloom.

Lie there watching.

What is the fate?

Listening, why not wait.

Messengers speak of new debate

and thought of nearing doom.

Wind

Just creative expressions

of times we have known.

The hills over there—

memories of wind that has blown

across the sandy dunes.

For his love must be shown.

Truth

Why not tell the truth.

I’m thinking of you.

Your image is transparent

and engraved within my mind.

Loosely

She seems a little bit unbalanced

still I go there.

She’s the type of person I could never live without.

And she’s mine to hold.

When I’m close to her.

Remain

Seems very dumb.

Just look what you’ve done to me.

I’m waiting for you;

you come. During the delay,

just ease the monotony.

Seems years must have past. Alone,

a month has advanced.

I’m wanting you too;

At last. During sojourn

my mind’s locked in a trance.

Why can’t you stay?

Don’t go away.

Remain: Please, just for today.

Before the Beginning

Before the beginning, temptations of time