Poetry
UNDERGROUND SUCCESS
She was a number to an industry that gets the cash it gleans
for prescription personalities
and by the time she was hooked in good she was misunderstood
inside a place she thought was safe to be
merchants of madness fool the gullible masses
changing the world into a thoughtless kind of mess
they scavenge a quick fix, flipping over a sales pitch
but people are catching on and they're digging more
into underground success
a lot of talent going underground with people gathering round
who are creating new awakenings
and there's a shark taking marginal bites to gather what he found
to try to sell to grinding industries
but it's more than the race for cash, it's more than celebrity
it's more than the ones who think they can bottle things that are mysteries
before it began, beyond it will end
and these are the words I bring for the noble things
in the underground success
© Ricky Vaughan
HITCHHIKER IN A RIDE THROUGH HAUNTED CASTLE
The track will take you slower or faster
Through the swinging doors of a dark wooden castle
Down eerie purple corridors, shadows and excited laughter
Until you get back outside to the smiles of your friends
We rode inside as 3 but now one's missing
He thought he'd jump outside the cart and be able to get back in
but we twisted around a corner really fast on the next bend
and his girlfriend said that's when she lost sight of him
A hitchhiker in a ride through haunted castle
waiting to catch a ride back out again...
We got back in line to go rescue him and she held our last 2 tickets when
A storm with beautiful wind cooled the night and flickered in the tropical distance
Then blew her long hair across her face as she let the tickets deliberately slip
And fly away into the night...
I had to gasp when I realized what took place
The guy inside would have to get back out his own way
because when she saw me smile and read the thoughts on my face
she grabbed my hand quickly and we both secretly slipped away
© Ricky Vaughan
RADIANCE
Entwined now as we fall
ever closing a landing on sleep's graceful curve
I cannot see yet breathe in sense of wonder
for a ghost angel's mesmeric feeling
I give up consciousness hoping
for a glimpse of her shadow's self
as night voices speak separate realms
into one radiance of forever
© Ricky Vaughan