None of this will even matter.
The money, the cars;
the large house in the vineyard,
the personal jets, the yachts,
the private island near Aruba--
none of this
will matter… when I’m gone
I once knew love
until the power took over my soul;
A heartless mobster unrecognizable to those
who once took comfort inside of this heart.
No more trust
lives in my world.
Just ruthless pathways
towards more money, power and control.
Lonely, unhappy but rich and powerful;
life sure can be a bitch.
I thought the money would buy
me the ultimate happiness
and the power would position me
to disguise the ending of my own fate.
But often I dine alone
with a pile of shit on my plate
watching seagulls fly in formation
in the sky
until sunsets gave way to crescent moons – saddened flames
only recognized in my own blind eye.
A glorified gangsta I became
all for the riches and territorial gain;
now that it is too late, it has become my regret
because no one views me the same,
they can’t find it in their hearts
to forget.
So here...I sit alone
Sipping this wine -- a glass of Burgundian Pinot Noir
Intoxicating my mind
with memories of all that I deserted
for the money and power
Tarringo T Vaughan
©2008
