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.
Reaping what has been sown Fair lady who is called The sower of fates Whether seeds shall germinate Is left up to more than fate Revelations given from beyond The lifted veil within the dawn Of rising suns and dying moons Stealth winds that creep Over the sands of dunes Her faceless form in huddled pose She is the black rose Against the prick of thorns Stirring in the veins of gathering storms In lightnings that shall leap From rooftop to rooftop As burning incense that will not keep It smolders incessantly Continuing in spite of the incertitude Of time that suspends itself Which proceeds in slow motion Mulling over in the minds of many Under a dying moon that glows with rage
It's not his fault the kite came down Now my brother has a frown There's no more wind for it to fly Another day we'll sail the sky There will be other kites But not another That will replace my little brother It's up to me to watch him close Even when were not at play It's just a kite I've told him mostly That we'll try another day Once our dad helped us The kite went up so high We sent messages up the kite string It was a dot up in the sky Next time we'll do better You never know if you don't try
Of days gone by Several wars have come and gone My sons helped lay our nets Upon the sea From Norway to the Finlands In foam and brine With sea spray upon our faces The burning sun upon our heads Holds tightly the hemp Within the stern hand of the sea Somewhere resides within The marrow of my old bones In my chair upon the porch A distant sea that beckons With lowly moans I have outlived all my sons Except save one Even my old woman is gone Yet still I am not done Every moment has been precious In my labour I have searched Skies of majestic beauty Upon this place wherein is perched My old soul that looks on Onward towards eternity
My teddy bear gets lonely He wants to be with me At home awaiting patiently In his silent plea He pretty well sleeps With the calico cat Whenever I'm away He never moves from the corner From where he spends his day When I get home we'll have a talk About my day in school My teddy bear will smile then 'Cause he is pretty cool
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers. Thanks to your love a certain fragrance, risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride, so I love you because I know no other way than this: where "I" does not exist, nor "you," So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.
Dancing upon air in suspension A child's dreams within its folds Movement of action in the wind In despair of its freedom lost That otherwise would have been Allowed to kiss the tenderness Of awaiting clouds Clouds that call out unto it In a fit of rage it will bring upon Thunderstroms that will pelt it down And no other will know the love Or sense the dream of the child If not for the clouds for whom it was intended This suspension would not be This sense of freedom witheld Distress in this inanimate object Yet it is the principle that causes It to dance upon the wind In fruitless attempts to free itself From the electrical manacle Reaching up into the sky With its artificial structure It clings tightly to the intruder In belief that it can hold onto something That was intended to belong in the wind
A song in my heart as the radio plays On the bridge named Huey P.Long Leaving Baton Rouge behind With my song in my heart on my mind When the cock crowed once this morn The sun barely able to see I heard that click in my ears It was the sound of the gears Putting things into motion In preparation of grinding Together they will turn And cause my flesh to burn Until I walk the street Where like minded souls shall meet In the exchange of words Where none need to be spoken I see many people who have been broken The corpses of their minds lay about In the retreats of those alley ways Where many have spent their final days But I look to light that enters in spite Of that which dies before my eyes It is survival of the fitest In this street of fleeting fears I turn my head in another direction To avoid those who bring me tears
Without the presence of inner emotions There would be no place to store my thoughts Graveled roads with embedded tracks Well traveled by those who make their way Water towers with town names upon them Stored upon the shelf within my mind Lights in the sky at nightime Signal the next town location That will come into view upon the cue Where once again another water tower With a name upon it will appear Silhouettes of cows in pastures On the edges of town The framework of all that is present Yet no laughter is heard as I pass by Only the glaring eyes of the automobiles Awaiting the gate to lift up So that they may proceed along the way To the gravel roads Where tires make their impressions Slewing stones in all directions Impervious to the assault upon them On gravel roads as I pass them by
Eventually my time will come When my outer skin will peel Emergence into a waiting place In metamorphosis I patiently pose Dreaming of when it begins The masses have seen me But do not know me I was the visitor who Being in disguise Only recognizable by my eyes That nobody bothered to look into Or glanced into my iris Therefore they only know the old skin Not being able to find my heart Walking amongst them observing Those who pretend to be Leading the blind to hilltops Enticing them with vain words Phrases that are not their own It invades them clear down To the marrow in their bone As I emit radiance that transcends Uplifted as a Phoenix that rises From ashes where my old skin resides
Stars seem like glass splinters Of the cold thickness of winter This hollow sickness I rest And constricting like an invisible snake Dark longings venture forth from my chest Leaving nothing in it's venomous wake Dreaming the vision in darkness is what I will do Verily I say the dream comes true I venture from hell's death by night It comes across time and space Which permeates the darkened light Under the moon this devil was conceived The black thorn in my life Which I acknowledged as forlorn Understanding things only I shall witness For this devil although he may chase Within my own illness of noise I increase my pace All things become known In that which I do embrace This heart which seeks out It's own bloodlust within disgrace Woefully I search for the dark forest Within my dreams As this devil lurks in what seems A past haunting within my mind I have seen his image in what I find For it sought out my crying soul For all of this I must atoll On this island of coral reefs Within my own beliefs He thrives within the dark lagoons In the deaths of distant moons Evermore shall never rise Within its crescent this demon dies
In the ghost of your kisses Sweet wine touches my lips Shadow puppets dance on walls Where thoughts are greeted Neatly stacked in rows that meet the eye A birds eye view of a rabbit that dares Hoping to hide itself in the shadows Where upon it meets the fate Of the sleeping viper There is no hunger or desire That can replace the memory of your lips Sweet wine turns sour upon my tongue Thickened hides that dry in the sun Only remind me of your absence The lady who floats enters into my dreams Haunting my mind with her perfume She rests upon the dune As I transform into a bird of flight Soaring high in search of you I fly but my hands are tied Therefore I have no wings to search for you Blindly my search ends in futility Elusively you follow in your own shadow Just out of reach of my inner soul
Split amid the two realms Disintengration into the material From whence all things have come Clapping as the sound of thunder Closed eyes are able to envision As the reflection within a drop of water Suspended momentarily During the time an eye blinks Such reflections are lost in time In confidence my strange interpose Interrupts the quaint conversations Lurking in spaces where parasites thrive Waiting for Newton's law to go into effect Mollifying those in conciliation Requittal avoids capture Resting in the Cities of Refuge The subterfuge is the contrivance Stratagem is useless as a ploy I am able and willing to bide my time Remaining in suspension indefinetly Until forces beyond my control Command me to relinquish my position I remain in the shell of decomposition Until the dust overcomes me Wherein I shall lay prostrate Surrendering to the ages within time
Solitude in contemplation Visions of my inner self Raindrops falling just outside This window in my stare There are no minds here tonight Which I may touch Therefore it is my gaze upon the stars Where once again the wonder begins The slight fog in the street mimicks That gentle buffering in betwixt That unsolved position where things may Run rampantly at their own desire Revealing their true nature for me to see I am caught in the maze that encompasses me Though it surrounds me it is tame Willing to reveal its secret passages Interpolated objects are no suprise when they come Being as I am aware of them before they arrive What mesmerized me at one time This is now a common ocurrence No longer able to throw me off track These things are seen as I said well in advance Before they pass through the rusty gates
Realization came early on Only a thin membrane between From here to there in this dark forest Travel to my place was most common Amid the shining eyes of nameless ones They rarely spoke with just an ancient stare Wolves and other beings inhabit this place In the darkened cavities they cower In fear of those who walk with power Energies that work folly in their presence Those with wooden staffs walk softly Staying clear of those who walk between One reality and their places in which they roam It is in this dark place that I inhabit at times Safely tucked away in a resting place Solitude is possible All others who enter may not touch me They can only enter my mind when allowed In the instant of a snapping they must flee When the ferryman comes to take me back To the other side where I sometimes abide Space is provided wherever I choose to be Whether it be negative space Whether it be positive space The maze opens at both ends Its color is chosen and called in time Within this existence thoughts are gathered Shadows within are forcibly taken out Revealing the hidden secrets Rushing spirits are in fear of this It drives their energy further into the forest The forest of darkness and thorns
Just one more fish was all I wanted Now this fear that someone comes Maybe they will see me That's not supposed to be The rules outside the magic forest Say that I must flee Trouble always comes my way From taking all these chances I watched the fish in this pond Before I made advances Now my hopes for passers by They will not notice me If I get out of this I swear I'll try more carefully Not to be so bold again Until next time I think I can get these little fish Before their eyes can blink
When Robert was a little boy Small animals seemed to come his way There he would tend to their needs and wounds With nothing more to say A bird with a broken wing Soon it would be able to fly A dog sore with infection healed With no animal ever questioning why They seemed to know his inner feelings Small Robert the boy of quiet Sure that God had sent them his way To fill their daily diet As one knows bread is not cast Upon waters which comes back void This yearning in his heart ached For that which he enjoyed Whenever an animal had a need But soon had cause to expire He felt this urge to say some words From whence he would inspire Such words came like a silent calling In his pride he felt he was falling An uplifting hand seemed to come from above Somewhat of an unfamiliar love Yet he accepted this as the yearning in his heart which ached ~ The call of the circus deep in his bones Calling to him in overtones Visions of the Big Top and the way of the elephant High wire acts and the towns His need to feed he found out were the people Turning to smiles from their frowns This aching in his silent heart not yet fully known Then a voice had come to him To show what he had sown This calling came from higher authority Of a power he had only dreamed The desire to live a life in the circus Was not the aching that had seemed The voice called out and he listened To this message that brightly glistened It was his calling to enter a different phase One of grace and work to last his days ~ He shared with his students that very zeal Bishop Newman High Teaching Theology and words of Latin Never questioning as to why For he was from the old school Traditional values in thought Separated from those of today In principle that cannot be bought Teaching in this circus of life The Ringmaster to those in his charge Under the Big Top of his Master Where he stood tall and large Still he was the boy who wanted To live his life in the tents Yet his love for his Master was greater Although in his life he laments Much over the circus he also loved as well He is remembered in the roll call Like the sound of the Holy Bell ~
My dissaproval must be heard Even though I'm just a bird We fly together in a flock Each unto his own Many miles we have come Together we have flown Now you like this other fancy You can go to hell Remember when I assisted you Upon which time you fell Was I not there to give you seed To tend your injured wing I even gave you music From which I could not sing It took alot to get those bluebirds To come and give their voice Ok-I'm glad things turned out So now you've made your choice I wish you all the happiness That could be wished upon a bird But know this-Now I know you well And that's my final word
Along the roadside discarded Thoughts of people passing by Much like boxes of frozen vegetables Strewn in a shopping cart diagonal Not much thought is given to it What it was intended for in purpose It is merely a disposable thought From another life that seems To have gone by without notice Taken for granted like a rising sun As if it waits for the return It has no wings where it can take flight Unless a passerby takes a liking to it It is only then that it takes on precious meaning Whereby the diamond in the rough Is gleaned for all its worth Frozen vegetables are disposable People and their thoughts are not
I wonder of what they speak Those who walk by during day They see into my eyes I watch their children play Sadness fills my heart In this cage which is my world Climbing artificial trees Some days I get unfurled What is it that they all see When they are looking at me Through all the shouts and screams All this so very oddly seems When all is quiet and they are gone I listen to the crickets song Staring at the cresent moon Dreaming of what I most long I want to sing but I cannot About old feelings mostly forgot The human who cares for me Is the only friend I truly have This is what love is to me
The giant cat waits for a mouse To come out of hiding in its place The cat is not in any hurry It knows the mouse's face Blowing winds that make their image If you watch closely enough You will see the mouse come out Like smoke in an instant puff Maybe an indian will form as well To watch the cat in wait Or an alligator will eat the cat If that should be its fate Even a bear could end up there Or a giant pair of underwear That turns into a sleeping rabbit Who doesn't have a care
My hippopatamus yawns in boredom Upon his bed of aspen trees Maybe he is ready to eat something Is he really hungry Or just sleepy from the gentle breeze Next time I go to Africa My swim will be with his son He escaped from the zoo And successfully used the sky To reach his place of birth Eventually he will smile After he realizes he is home once again
What is it that the bear sees On his haunches Over these ancient ruins There is no tree in sight for him to climb Far away there is a marshmellow Is it waiting for him to eat it Or is he waiting for it to come closer Marshmellows arent that good for him Doesn't he know Nobody is going to feed him The sign says 'Do not feed the bears' Last time he ate too many peanuts He dissapeared into his den And slept for many days
This is where my place is In the darkness I can be found It is not that I am hiding In this place void of sound Thoughts that glisten brightly Thriving in the abyss Motionless in solitude Visions that gently kiss Inner recesses of my mind No doubt in the crevices It will find Secrets known kept safe Long ago became chafe Causing me at times to be abrade Soon the darkness comes to my aid The lullaby it sings to me Taking me down to its roots It alludes to others The words which it refutes Penetration into caligation Void of any sight Reflecting only a fraction In the incident of light
