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.
In silence appealing to one another Emotions eternal in time Humbled unto each other Joined minds on a silent journey Others who dare to inquire Find themselves in query Attempting to capture the solace Of they cannot invade Unto the stone images created At the stroke of the master sculptor Who has attempted to reveal That which cannot be given It can only be seen by those Grasping the true meaning Within the silence Likened unto bleating lambs Who in their innocence Trust the inner senses To lead them into safety Though ravenous wolves prowl Unable to invade Silence and confidence Carry a heavy weight against them Yet though they may attempt Mere words cannot exist The silent mind defeats chaos Where no enemy thrives Resistance is null Joined minds on their journey Out in the open for all to see Though they may not enter Except within their own minds
Waiting for my daughter in the town square Off to the market we will go It is the one joy of the week I have left Then I'll walk to my house on the row A few loaves of bread,maybe a fish Then there's the faces of friends At the end of the day when all is done And I have made all my amends In the silence of the walk home Thoughts are of my son long gone Each day he is missed I light a candle in my window Pretending he is still here Sleep overcomes me As I watch the flame dance On the wick of the candle in my window
Hiding in shadows watching my mother Walking to her house on the row She is the loveliest of ladies Her pace is steady and slow Several years have passed by Still in the shadows I hide Watching over my mother Who thinks I have long ago died Too many heartaches were caused For I was a foolish young man Filled with drink and the wrong crowds In the filth of the streets I ran My sister had told me she saw my mother Sitting in the kitchen in tears Therefore in thought it confirmed things Showing me all of my fears Setting out to sea on a trawler Thinking of my mother who cried Over a fool like myself Better off she would think I had died Still I come to see her Although she will never know I am in the thick of the shadows watching Her walk to her house on the row
Walking in the park even in the rain Outside noises fade into the breeze We escape from the eyes of the city Sheltered by the boughs of the trees On occasion a bird will flutter Yet it will not sing out its song Upon the blackened branch it sits In wrought for its plight so long There are no shelters nearby So much for urgency when walking in rain Brisk winds that whip about the face Yet there is no enduring pain Our tapping heels upon the pavement Neat rows of benches on either side Cultures of people who are normally present Across the concrete divide
A darkened sun holds back its rays Clouds shade the skies innermost desire
A final look before sleep comes Once the shade is pulled Clouds murmuring quietly In groaning winds before the rain Droplets upon the window Teasing the eyesight in haze Distant shapes over the horizon Of things that never cease to amaze Many times have come and gone Upon my windowsill Parting clouds in a tempest Returning upon newborn winds Each storm brings new thoughts Before my slumber which surely comes
Shuffling feet on the sawdust floor Clacking noises on tables surrounding Drifting smoke that fills the room Voices around which cannot be seen This when my senses are keen There is the smooth action upon the table In a place where all else is unstable Crystal clear within my head The hand is steady and sure Sweat upon my brow so cool Never forgetting my roots Using it as a gleaming tool To remember when there was no light At the end of an endless tunnel Then came that feint gleam of light Down that deep struck funnel Giving life back one drop at a time Upon that table of smooth green felt The stick within my grasp a heavy weight Not realizing at the time my fate Over years to serve me well To eat bread daily avoiding hell Wafting smoke permeating my very clothes Odor of where I come from What I am about in essense of time Shuffling feet on sawdust floors Out of the hole I shall climb
Days have gone by in their own time Many people have crossed my way Some were lost souls searching There were those who had something to say Some were silent in their own world The day seemed to pass them by Steeped in the mystery of their own gloom I never questioned why Each cloud has had its own expression Every bird its own song My labour in the fields and upon the sea Upon this earth has been long Wind has beaten upon my face Warm rays from the sun have soothed me In my slumber such dreams have taken place Reminding me of an infinite grace Long nights spent gazing at stars Of their beauty I never tire Listening to the crackling flames Next to the old campfire
Fading background images Unfiltered noise along the streets Sirens winding their way forward Whining in a wind of torrents Slapping feet offending the ear It is everyone's world They can live it under the sun Choosing what will exist Amidst the surrounding chaos ~ Beauty remains steadfast Within the heart of the mind Where no flower may find its place Still it blooms There are no tears to wipe away Only joy manifested by its creator Shoots forth each day Binding itself with such strength As to keep the forces at bay
In my final season amongst the skyscrapers They are the fingers that reach toward the clouds In the distance faint barking within the crowds In the final season within my inner mind Soon to be back in the rolling hills that know me Croaking frogs at the ponds edge Things that whisper to me in the quiet Of the nights that never seem to end As I dwell in the city of zero tolerance In these ending times I observe Behind those eyes in the crowd Their true meaning cleverly concealed Contrary to my father's discouragements Confirming my childhood suspicions It is best to observe and avoid the mix Yet there are some who beckon in sincerety As light fades in places where it is already dim A different insight begins to reveal Realization that hope resides within despair Perhaps you will find a part of me Along the boardwalk in Coney Island Or glimpsing someone with their finger raised Into the air giving the familiar call In my departure I will go as mysteriously as I arrived None the less every experience Rememberance shall always be with me Beyond my final season amongst the skyscrapers
Most of my life I have broken the rules Walking a lonely path In deep dark shadows of withering trees Invoking society's rath Hard winds have always blown upon me Yet there is sweetness in the air Upon such waters that are always restless All I can do is blankly stare Into the void that stands before me On shores of tangled kelp Weather beaten sands upon my face Extended hands rejected which offered help Skies have brought little comfort A brief distraction in the song of a bird When I first took refuge in such dark shadows My voice was never heard In the distance the sun was seen It's warmth only briefly in imagination Slowly it disappears over the horizon In countless days of duration
