This blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.
Although my appearance Comes to you as a blind man Those who seek me upon Solid terra firma My sight extends beyond Such distances that most Would care to understand In this darkness There is more peace than lonliness The bright light is at my side And within me as well A lantern in likeness to a beacon One that steers lost ships From fog filled cliffs That clutter the shores of ones mind The crossings are a leap of faith Therefore I have no real fear of it Since darkness rules the abyss Of which there is no ending My plunge is validated By hands which search for me They touch my mind as if braille Read by the passing of my fingers When you reach out a hand is there Although it is dark and unseen Rest assured it is there The stumbling block is intentional It is there to cause the chaff to flee One pass through the darkness Light awaits on the other side This is how I manage to have sight The fog clears away You can find it in my music if you listen Find me on the street corners With my accordion I play the melody for you Act quickly notes only hang in the air for so long
On midnight winds I appear Fear not my intentions are not to harm Life ended quite abruptly for me Before my chances to love came Virginity will forever be mine I have only kissed the wind Longing to feel warmth in this cold Ascending momentarily hoping To touch upon a human heart A voice heard from afar Is in itself enough to bring me comfort Might I sleep with the sound of a voice Echoing sweetly in my ear Bringing me solace in replacement Of those days in which I lived I were as if unripened fruit Upon a tree waiting for my season In which to bloom in natures glory Yet that season did not come As winter is in pristine sterility Such as it were my blooming Never saw fruition in the bearing of seeds The song of the bird was taken But its wings never took proper flight In its nesting the laid eggs never hatched Deprivation of incubation occured Much as in my own vision was blurred The taste of honey in the air is in my mind There it shall remain However- I still hold true to my faith of creation Look for me on these nights Of midnight winds Knowing my true intentions If I were to appear please feel free Acknowldge me if you will You will not be dissapointed by my abandonment I will not abandon thee You will find yourself looking for me When midnight winds are blowing softly Only then shall I place my tears into your hands
Determined men in hostile skies Lefty Lestz in the B-25 A highly decorated war hero Of which I never knew Shithouse Mouse was the name of his bird That flew those fearsome skies The flying fortress spewing death As into the clouds it would rise Well meaning men who had different lives Lefty played ball for the White Sox Until came the call for war He never imagined what was ahead Fighting the Afrika Corps The exposure to death and destruction Had great effect on his mind Taking him to places of terror From which he would never find The peace he had known from times past A haunt on his patterns of thought Downed with malaria-sent packing home All of the work he had wrought Unable to return to his love of baseball His greatest joy in life Taking on other meaningful work Attempting to alleviate his strife Still the B-25 haunted his dreams Many a night waking up to his screams With his mind injured beyond repair Only he knew of his own despair A fatality of those events The mortal wound chronic in form Two decades later it struck out There was no quell within the storm For the haunts to stop To end the strife Finally succumbing to the ending of life On the lonely shores of the cruel lake The final spark of him it would take I used to play with his medals as a child Pinning his stars to my shoulder In remembrance of the look upon his face His stare out into space He remembered his comrades who molder Finally hell fire rests In a thing long past due Rest in Peace Lefty Lestz The man in the B-25
You once told me I haunted your dreams Do I haunt you soul as well Release me from my prison within the rain Allow me to rest in the warmth of your folds Let your sweet juices engulf me tenderly Wrap your hair around my neck and over my face Let me sleep upon your back with gentle kindness Holding your hands within mine Let us listen to eachother breathe In the night air I will sleep softly You will make it a sweet slumber for me We will sleep through the days and nights The rain pelting upon our rooftop It only makes us want to sleep longer into the days So that we may own the nights together How long can you keep from me We haunt eachothers dreams Our souls are haunted endlessly You go to work everyday But I am your work You know the miles that separate us Mere milestones that appear along the winding path Distance is only a metaphor We cannot hide from outselves forever The warmth of my sun is hidden from me Clouds prevent it from making its appearance It is cold without its rays upon me Blankly staring into the ice I wait for my sun to shine down You are my sun Releasing me from my prison within the rain
I cry in my heart silently Trying to touch their calling in my mind They can be felt deep in my throat Their laughter is drowned out in my sorrow They fly encircling my lonely tree The ocean is drenched in their tears Upon my feet I see them crawling They are hoping to see me watching Their eyes can see me clearly As I stand upon my rock Counting crows in the air As they begin to gently mock They feed upon the people Tapping into the fear They are without conscience Mistaken kindness as weakness Their intentions are quite clear
I have laid in this field many times Staring blankly up into the sky My eyes pierce the linings of clouds There are no stars beyond them In this endless sky that toils Under a sun that blazes In fields of silent wheat ~ I am hidden from the world Probing eyes that would engulf Searching but you will not find me Smiling beyond your sight Under your shoes is fresh soil But it leads you not to the path Where I have walked before your arrival Tardiness is not becoming of you Therefore you were abandoned by me I did not wait for you very long The call of the voice hearkened unto my ear Whilst I hid myself in the welcoming fields Nearby the place where I dwell ~ I can see my good farm in the distance My dog waits for me by the roadside He knows I am near but still far away Yet he is faithful to my presence With a glad hearts he awaits Knowing my time in the fields Is not a form of abandonment But rather it is a sharing of myself With the other elements that abound All part of the oneness in being Of which all parts formed together Equal the mass of more than one ~ He knows I will fill my chair in good time That I will come to him from the fields of wheat He will see my face rise up from the place Where once stood stalks of corn He understands That this is the season of the cutworms The hollow sound of the bark upon trees Hearken the coming of premature turning of the leaves Faded grasshoppers with torn wings trudge on The monarch butterfly slowly dies upon the dew A songbird rises up early in the morning It is seen to take flight across the fields He does not return until the setting of the sun When the moon begins to rise It is the song of songs unlike any unto an ear Has been heard at any other time This is the language that relies on harmony It is the voice that hides in the fields Within the trees and upon the tree tops It is in the hearts of birds and even the bats As well it is in the heart of my dog who awaits me He knows I am in the field of wheat When he sees my face he will shake his limbs In anticipation as I am seen from off afar The distance is irrelevant in time The language between us fills the gap As though we were already side by side I am coming to him but am already there Steadfast as I forage homeward bound The sound of the railroad train is behind me That track which I once traveled and spied Across these very fields and I saw The place where I would one day be Then it was made true All these things imagined before they were seen It is no suprise to me at all For I knew my place before I was ever there The fields in which I lay spoke to me long ago As I passed by on the tracks quickly And heard them speak
Boyhood laughter upon the beach Recapturing the times of my youth The waves upon the shore Sound as they did long ago My brothers voice is heard in the distance Across the unchanging dunes Then I realize 50 years have passed Before my very eyes The lighthouse at the end of the pier Still stands as it did before Children filling their sandpails Parents who watch and adore Gulls passing silently by On this timeless Michigan shore The childrens laughter sounds familiar From days of long ago For a brief moment I forget Then it is time to go I cannot grasp that which fades Ghosts that linger from the past For only a moment to envision Images that have quickly amassed I am thankful for the days Which became more to me than a dream
Sing to the walls though they be crumblin' Though they be peelin' mighty too What's this thing that I'm feelin' They call it the tater house blues ~ I got the blues inside of me a hollerin' Nobody can know of the pain Listen to my guitar a playin' I'm a singin' in the Alabama rain ~ Water keeps risin' by the river No cotton crops this year My mammy keeps a crying She's got taters in the house But no way to see herself clear ~ She's got the tater house blues The tater house blues I'm a playing her a song About the tater house blues There's no stoppin' her from cryin' O'er the tater house blues No cotton in the fields No work for our mule Nobody is a dancin' They got the tater house blues We're gonna dig and be dug Until we pay our dues There's no stoppin' this Alabama rain It brings with it all of the pain Work from the time the sun rises high Until it sets-we surely won't die Woe is me to that earful of news Everybody's got the tater house blues
My heart drops like a bell in my mouth One more look down the road Just to make sure the dog isn't following Before I loosen my load Last night as the moon so bright I heard the voice call to me Down that road I must go Until it is clear that I'm free Dust filled boots by the time I'm done Small towns seem to pull Any place seems to do For I am just a fool Keep on chasin' that voice that calls Echoes in my ear Afraid to stop answering its call Mostly out of fear Someday I'll head to home for good Runnin' days at end Until that day I'll keep on rolling The road is my only friend
