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
