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.
Grey shafts of light in the tunnel of terror Screeching wheels on the rails Emitting sparks along the way Above are the naked skyscrapers Giant fingers reaching upward Muddy coloured clouds adorn The city without pity Feet pounding the pavenment Mercilessly by the forlorn Crushed abdomens of innocent ants Yet there is no weeping Except the machines who notice Oil are the tears of the machines They weep in the vortex of delerium
Fearless divebombers of the ocean Marked targets in the water below Buoyant pirates who have no fear Their inner beauty surpasses grace in flight Hearts are worn openly Upon such waves ridden freely Pelican kings and queens Waddling in courtly fashion Until gentle winds carry them To places where others dream to be Gulls attempt to follow A rising sun which does not trust Revelations are in their silence Actions speak loudly Thriving in the foam of the brine
The flower dream spiral Within fractal heavens Fading membranes separate Floating sphericals on their way Where light and darkness Exist under different circumstances Than myths created by men
Life parades by my bench Children play on swings Down in Central Park Feeding crumbs of bread to pigeons Grumblings in my stomach An observation of leaves upon The withered branches Straining to see beyond With the brain that inhabits my skull For moments it appears surreal Spinning whirlwinds of dust Sirens in the background whine Mist blown from the fountain by the wind Upon my face carried by the breeze It is inevitable that in the crux of thought Such things would occur Twisting its way downward into my soul Likened unto a hammer that pounds away At bone and marrow Until only dust remains It is then that I am reminded; All things return from where they came
