Were Sorry

Were Sorry

By Curt Vaughn

Were Sorry,

The Meandering, Grinding, Volume of Ceaseless, Query's into the cosmos comes frequently, often and sometimes not at all.  So, please restate all inquiries for the here and here after.  Some one or No One will get back to you in the next eternity depending on your point of view in space and time.  If you need assistance please dial (number for pie in math) to its full extent.  Please continue to wait on hold until the possible end of time.  The universe may or may not appreciate your patience, and/or existence.

Thank you

Crow Fields

Crow Fields

By Curt Vaughn

From the earth three crow stocks grew to the giant’s knee

The corn laughed in the distant while roasting on the power lines

The Man Crow hung lonely in the near empty field watching and dreaming

While the Scare Farmer spread the earth open with his bare hands

And let the water flow from his sweat and tears into the grand canyons

He had made will waiting for the sun to set so he could stop the time of day

Light Winds

Light Winds

By Curt Vaughn

Rays of wind swim like bulls, while swirling beams of light dance like floating rocks in the winding stars of dawn on the old horizon over the sand dune toped mountains for a new day before and after.

We Fall and Rise

We Fall and Rise

By Curt Vaughn

People Rise and Standards Fall

Seeing the decline of education and where one stands.

This generation is looking to its end with nothing more than vainness and confusion.  No one cares or wants to change. They all just lay the blame on histories fame of decadence and power in the one. For all who gather shall march no more but stand in line and beg and plead.  But not one shall left up the helping hand to plow the land, protect the freedoms, or build the future on these unstable grounds.  So, we question and ponder what is to come while we should be taking action and sacrifice like the generations past and the world around us.  Let, our dreams widen like the rivers once did and our goals climb the snow top peaks of excellence for if you can see the sunrise you know that your day is still yet to come.

Them Shoes

Them Shoes

By Curt Vaughn

One day we will rise and fall because our laces were tied to small

Then we will lift up our heads to the sky to look at that butterfly

Once our heads are in the clouds we can sail past the mounds

And then when we reach our destination we can start a new nation

Where Speakers Speak the Truth and Liars Create the Ruins

Building a foundation can be our goal of action against the other factions

With this in Mind lets keep the path clear for our fellow kind and

Our Dreams Will Come true we just need to get the gum off our shoes

The Ancient Mountain Lake

The Ancient Mountain Lake

By Curt Vaughn

The Blue Sky Dances with my invisible jumping dog along the deep blue edges of the cold ancient mountain lake. 
Flying Squadrons of rare green-featured eagles dive bomb over ahead while crystal fish try not to glimmer too much in the sun. 
The trees come down from the mountain side to drink in the rich blue waters while the beast rom into town to find the scents of a new age. 
I take a boat made of purple corkscrew duck feathers to other side of the ancient lake to find a long lost cabin that belonged to the wealth finders of old. 
I spot it I think but it is not covered in jewels and gold like the story told, but of mud and old tree bark as to say this is no place for any riches to be found. 
I go inside and it is filled with books and writing from every corner of this great blue ball we call Earth, then I realize these where the wealthiest men of all time. 
For knowledge, exploration, and adventure had filled their lives from this modest hut on a perfect sunny lake of old.