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.
A carpet of flowers that leads to a place Where branches of trees like arms reach out Towards all those who approach with gentle care Cultures of trees like cultures of people Of many races and many tongues That flourish under the warmth of the sun Stalks of wheat that reach to a sky Until the day is given to the moon A bouquet of flowers represents the many Species who inhabit the earthen planet Such is the variety of existence In an endless journey over a horizon Where time and distance have no rule
The conglomeration of lights Dance about me Some are bright Others are dim In the street walking great distances Searching for something Though I know not exactly what it is Perhaps a lonely cat Who just so happens to catch my eye Or roosting pigeons Who oddly huddle together On a remote window ledge Barely visible to a passerby Sirens are heard in the distance Then there is the hollow sound Of the tires on the street A light rain has finished Now the streets are barely damp I can feel the surface of the sidewalk Grabbing at the soles of my shoes Then there is the yaw in my heel Followed by a familiar creak Nobody gives any notice It's after midnight And the city slumbers Yet here I am with my own thoughts For with them I shall stay In the city that slumbers After midnight On barely damp streets After the rain
This is the end of the world as I know it A breeze flows through my long fur Behind me my master watches intensely Focused on the mounts in the distance Unaware of the surrounding resistance The clouds as pillows Some of which I have rested upon In my daytime dreams Odd as all this seems I have brought my master to this place Rather than him bringing me What does he know of such places Or of voices that rise from the sea Feint echoes that ring out It is far from silence to my ear Hearing that which calls out to me Upon these plateaus in the wind that blows
Small sparks go off inside my head My energy draws them In the meditation of my fixation Overflowing thoughts revive That which is inside It has relied On the interjection of flowing energy That emanates from my soul Such living things that enclose me In their closeness I have come to know A journey into places unfolded On the path where few can go Quickly things go by that are only meant to be seen Kept unto myself for preservation In my own determination To see that such things continue free In my deepest secrets They can only be revealed To those who have a zeal Gifted with an ability to see
Reading the New York Times In Central Park's chaos Those dreams of billowing cloud forms A thousand miles away Under the tall pines Feint odors of burnt diesel exhaust Stinging the nostrils Drills puncture the earth Searching for oil Fossil fuel muffles the sound Of screaming dinosaurs That drive the forces Of scouring winds Causing wilting flowers That die in the autumn breeze Upon the lake that's traveled A swan's breath is seen Forming in the mist Of grappling fog embracing trees Not far off are the quiet fields Where myths are born
In a dream I shall feel through splendid cities flowers of ink; mad with love on each skull; like dragonflies threading of black devils and black wolves!
In a great bronze chariot oh flower-flesh. - its coolness on my feet the flowers that you picked. For these cracked brains in each soft corner. - from violet forests: where the stars are sleeping.
The black gallows moan on the calm black water under the light of her great veils rising the great dreaming swan but endless;
I cared nothing for all, in the long violet coagulations of sour apples pale-eyed muzzles of snorting oceans into burning funnels devoured by vermin
Urban noise in the air Suspension cables Giant harp strings Slung into service With no song to be heard Wafting odor Ocassional stench mixed With oil and smog Trudging onward in the morning In observance of fog floating Others who walk beside me Soem are out in front While others are behind Refusal to make eye contact In the shadow of the bridge A relic of beauty Supporting all that cross over Whom take its presence for granted Dwarfed by the city of its birth Naked skyscrapers looming Headlights serving as thousands of eyes All crying in the congestion Winking traffic lights Switching from red to amber to green It moves slowly in the noise The giant harp strings never tremble Only when realization creeps in Is the desire to retreat evident Into the safety of the bridge That leads to roads in both directions
Hidden in the tall grass Able to see All that is before me Though surrounded My hiding place allows Vantage points; In seclusion Removed from all chaos The delusions of grandeur Safely at their distance Over such horizons Their shadows are observed In the noise they thrive In places where the feet Beat the street Beyond the tall grass Where I hide in the womb Of tranquility
Living in the shadows Within its own concept A somber feline thrives Behind a mask which filters Sunlight in a place Where words have no meaning Phrases are spoken That drift into darkness Upon deaf ears In a secret world Safe from prying eyes That might otherwise Through cause and effect Alter the delicate balance Achieved in earnest silence Dedicated to what is needed To keep the daily watch Upon my own spirit That lives within the heart In pursuit of dreams Concealed inside the mind
Walking in fields of wild heather Two fine gentlemen out for a hunt Their two companions ahead of them Sheamus the leader in front Doyle holding the dogs at bay McGuarty walks briskly in stride Discussions about the way it was In Ireland before they had died One tells the other of how far they walked The other declares he walked farther Doyle was related to the Queen McGuarty used to know King Arthur All in a day of endless talks Each defending their name Without such drama what would life be It would never be the same Two friends who now walk in eternity In an everlasting sun Each day they walk together In a friendship that is never done
Unable to intervene for myself Viewing my life in this space Animalistic memories of survival Of which there is no legible trace ~ Peeling walls envelop my body Sleep my escape into sweetness Mulling it over within the confines Of a detached mind unable to show sympathy Even for myself As I grind upon my own thoughts Never seeming to wonder Where the beast within resides Weather and days are of no concern In the confines of my survival Refusing to become victim I rise to the occassion Lifting myself from the place Where I once groaned Upon the high wall is my abode Far from the reaches Of those who would place me on display In a world where language Has no more meaning Than the setting of a rising sun Now the gain is my mastery Taking what I need to keep My mind afloat in the unforgiving sea That it might coax me In my plight to escape its evil clutches
Snuffed out candle Of something loved Betwixt a crow and a morning dove One takes flight it never returns The other comes back To the heart which yearns Smoldering wick in the darkened room Where the flame once brightly burned The soul grieves in autumn leaves Newborn flowers not yet turned Sown seeds firmly planted Into waiting soil Next spring when birds sing Show results of past tence toil Boughs of trees bending in wind Seem to lean in season A sun that slumbers Giving in to reason Days pass slowly The moon pleasant to the eye Faithful appearance each night Never questioning why As expected it is just there To calm a grieving heart All healing comes in its own good time Over coming all despair
We celebrate life in the brier patch Far from prying eyes Remotely situated Life is beautiful In so many ways; Below the surface Where it resides Deep within the heart Even though the surface Pleasant to the eye Where light dances Upon moonbeams and in the sun We do not question Where its source is Rather to enjoy its presence As each day goes by
Deep within these solemn walls Cloistered from a world which turns Inside of myself are words of rhythm In the flame that intensely burns On fog filled nights when all is quiet It seems to be my best Addiction to the written words That haunt me in my quest Inescapable visions clutter in my mind On my journey through this life In search of things I may not find Hope still resides within my heart Behind these solemn walls Of such things that each day brings In cluttered silent halls I walk with my visions Hand in hand Entering into unknown places Knowing I am blessed in many ways To last me to my ending days Under the guidance of something Beyond my understanding In a world that's ever growing In a universe which is forever expanding
The storm suspicously lingers By the nearby shore From the essence within Such emotions shall pour Every tempest has its own heart Upon observation it reveals Inner most thoughts although inanimate Coming out in the way that it feels Here at the crest where it slightly forms Far from where the tides mark In the form of what it shall be The spirit of the great white shark Not meant for all to see Only a chosen few Within the clutches of its cloud formed teeth Shall it attempt its coup Unto all that lies beneath
Over a century has passed since then When whaling fleets would roam She first appeared at starboard bow Amidst the brine and foam She could not speak our language But let out shrill like squeals Reminding me of life on the Pribilofs Amongst the many seals Her vain attempts to warn us Impending storms beyond Far off over our horizon crest This strange yet human bond Eyes were fixed upon her None had seen the like Of anything with such beauty Moonbeams upon her strike Slender hands of glistening silver Large wide eyes of deepest green Our eyes met briefly before the tempest I thought her to be tween Skies turned black within the calm I held her stare within my palm Rolling waves lashed out with force Dashing upon our struggling ship Consumed within the storm Within its mighty grip All hands went down that day Save myself and one other mate Grappling with the capsized dinghy Hoping to change our fate Yet the maiden of the sea Who risked her life for ours I scanned the endless sea before me What seemed like countless hours Her haunting eyes pierced me Yonder an island ahead With no sexton in use that night Unknown to all I'd dread Upon the island in its wake I spied a motionless frame It was the maiden of the sea Upon the rocks we came Then she was within my grasp Soon resting in my arms A deep gash upon her temple Riveted with her charms We soon found camp in solid caves I feared would be our final graves Strewn about was scattered wood Flickering flames that calmed our shivers Down to marrow in our bones But thankful unto He who delivers The warming sun was hidden There we slept for what seemed days Gathering our thought as I tended to her Studying her peculiar ways We kept her skin moist with our shirts Watching over her day and night Feeding her fish we ground to meal Her movements ever so slight A century has passed since then Her health improved with time I carried her back to the waiting sea Her eyes affixed upon me Most of our sunken ships provisions Had landed upon our shore My ships mate now long gone In days of yester yore As for myself It seems I haven't aged a day Gathering from my inner thoughts It must be from the way She still brings me strange green kelps Of which I make a stew Each day I wake from my slumber feels like anew She sings to me-my only friend Yet we have love in our hearts Wherein can we make our nest Amidst the waves Or upon land Therein the divide which parts
It first began out of curiosity Watching them strut in the sand each day They never seemed to say very much In their own peculiar way Then one day this crow shows up Seems like he wants new friends Three gulls walking in silence With an outsider who pretends Each day goes by This odd procession In the distance of crashing waves Will they accept him into their circle To satisfy what he craves
You ate all the cookies Except the last one And smoked my last cigarette Yes I am angry I will hide a box of cookies In my glovebox Cigarettes will be plentiful They will be stashed In the garage somewhere From now on eat your own cookies Smoke your own cigarettes Let me wash the dishes for you Empty the garbage Mow the lawn and put gas in your car I want to make life easier for you But you cross the line When you eat all the cookies And smoke all of my cigarettes I like your mother Don't worry Everything else is fine
Tumbling rhythms about in my brain
Octaves smoking in constant dilemma
Notes that play amongst tinkling cymbals
All arriving at the piano's feet
Yet I can feel that down home beat
Like it used to be in New Orleans
Where I stood on the corner and listened
In my torn blue jeans
Down in New Orleans
Where the music was sweet
How it caressed my ears and brought me to tears
Quenching my desires
In my self inflicted pain
And the tears
Yes the tears which flowed
When nobody was looking
Or sometimes they were
But I didn't care
The energy and the spirit
That flowed in the street
How my heart was captured
In the pounding of those notes
In spite of the demons
Or the evil that gloats
Upon my shoulder as I witnessed
The smoking piano that blared out the songs
Making all of the rights in my life
The opposite of wrongs
Sweet smelling incense mixed with familiar body odors
Smiling faces with piercing teeth
Enveloping me and expelling my grief
In the dust kicked up by scuffling feet
All part of the deep down beat
Whores and drunkards alike
All my friends
As I smoke my Picayune cigarettes
In the middle of the street
Of which I am part of to this day
No escape from the parade
Like the smoke that pours from the stacks
Down by the railroad tracks
At crossroads where I flee to in my escape
Cobblestone streets reaching
Preventing my departure
All within its nature
With no real nomenclature
It sucks me back in to where I began
When I first ran
To the arms of the freight train
In the rain
I slipped on the tracks
Trying to get in
The boxcar made of wood and tin
Where hobos reclined
Rolling cigarettes and eating cans of beans
Heinz vegetarian beans
I remember-the 27th of December
1965 when I made my escape
It was the year of the death of Martin Luther King
Not much to sing about that year
Feeling the pull from New Orleans
Where I would eventually stand
In my torn blue jeans
Offering myself up to the crowds
Who mourned in the streets
Wearing their shrouds
Discarded mask of the Mardi Gras Trampled as the parade goes by Mixed with conglomerations of many things Barely a moment in time in the sky Hooping and hollering and last hurrahs Confetti that slowly dies upon the streets The spirit still survives within the mask As surely as the heart which beats It searches for its host although departed Desertion occured after its use After brief contemplation the spirit departs For yet it is back on the loose Seeking out for what it must obtain A human beating heart Looking to become as if in one Though it knows deep down that it must depart Wandering in wanton to meet its needs In places chosen by random Two distinct forms that exist in time That shall never run coherently in tandem
He's the flim flam man Who never quite straightens his tie Meaningless words expel from his mouth While he watches your insides die He will sell you his line of worthless goods With line after line of smark cracks His story is good-he's rehearsed it enough Making up for the class that he lacks He can be found at the gambling tables Or in houses of ill repute Although his concept of the world is warped At his craft he is quite astute Then in an instant he is gone as quickly As when he first appeared The man who talks out of both sides of his mouth Amongst the crowds that jeered
In stealth she waits On the railroad track Rustling leaves on autumn days A sun which conceals itself Behind deathly ill cloud formations Of blackened swirling haze Her staff planted firmly Upon the scorched earth Hair that was once flowing Is now a tangled mass Her stench repels all of life Until she is desired no more Her heart only beats To keep the beast inside alive Tainted with fear The morning dew clings to her In recompense she tears wildly Into the sacks of food left for her Glancing at me momentarily In my departure With no thought of approach Until the next return When I approach On darkened autumn days
Waiting for you for what seems An eternity in time Days turn into weeks Like seasons that have gone by Shedding tears on the inside My heart breaks at the thought Of never seeing you again Pictures upon the wall My own hand caresses me Imagining with anticipation My life is on hold There is no more energy to expend So I wait patiently In the dead silence For your return Until then I cannot feel The earth beneath my feet
As a child I thought them to be flowers Growing in multitudes in the back yard When they had expired in their beauty Dispersion coming when the wind blew hard Making necklaces and crowns for my mother Out in the morning sun She told me dandelions were just weeds My illusion in downward spiral was spun Dead silence upon that revelation Beauty gone from impressions in my mind Nevermore to make a necklace Acceptance within my head began to grind Destruction of the crown I had just made Mere lowly weeds-not in my mothers hair A dark day where birds no longer sang In the memory of what I must bare I just wanted to lay down in my room There I remained until my father came home I stared at the ceiling beyond my horizon Wandering to the sound of my metronome Its somber pace brought me to a calm As it had done in times before I never noticed the form of my father Who watched me from my bedroom door Knowing the magnitude of my reality Like a child whose toys had stopped talking Reminding me of the dandelions dispersion Causing multitudes to grow The realization of creation And the right of a child to know The joy of making a crown for their mother Believing them to only be flowers Spent days in the warm sun laughing Beyond all earthly powers A time to be remembered When innocence performed its miracle In remembrance of its effect on me Now seems to be almost satirical They are looked upon with sympathy For what must be endured to the ends When their pods are sent into the air Prisoners to the way the current bends It is a lovely thing for a dandelion To be used in such a way Of crowns and necklaces for a mother In the innocence of a passing day
Waiting amongst the daffodils Until you arrive To kiss me upon my face Such flowers are merely A distraction to me In this magical place Closing my eyes for a single moment Brings me visions Of sugar plum faeries On incandescent daffodils In changing light that varies Occasionally the dragonfly visits While I listen to the songs birds sing Gentle winds blowing Through boughs of trees As I float upon the wing Of an imaginary bird in the air It's heartbeat increases with every stroke Such words upon my lips That only you can invoke In the sweet by and by Of an inner melody That skips along gently Within my mind Elusively fading into the fog Wanting you to find That dream in which we both desire Within the inner fire Its gentle pulling Like the lull of the ocean To and fro In the slow motion Come to me quickly as I lay Amongst the flowers Dreaming of you In the silence of powers Beyond my control and all that it seems Upon this ocean within my mind
He's just a Dorito thieving seagull Who hangs out at the grocery store Those who offer him bread or nuts Find out he wants nothing more Nacho Cheese Doritos He knows the difference from Ranch But once in awhile he takes two bags One for the sparrows on the branch People cheer him Other birds rally him on as well It's in their best interest after all It's a free meal so what the hell Yep he's a cutie pie alright He knows it's funny to people Watching him steal Nacho Cheese Doritos Before he flies off To a nearby church steeple
My mother and I used to observe
As a child in our garden we watched
Butterflies who gently fluttered
On graceful wings upon flowers
Sometimes resting upon rocks
She used to tell me stories
That they were really fairies disguised
It was not until many years later
That I finally realized
When I carried her to her final place
Taking notice of their presence
By chance upon a visit
A butterfly rested upon her stone
It seemed as if waiting
For me to show
Momentarily it took flight
To a nearby bridge by a pond
When I sat by the water
There it lighted
Close to my hand
As though it took me
To a secret land
There it rested with folded wings
In the distance
A bluebird sings
Then it was gone as quickly
As it had appeared
My eyes teared
In remembrance of
Past memories
By chance they seem to come
And go in my life
Now I strongly suspect
She secretly visits
Upon her shoulder rests
The shoulder of my wife
This gentle butterfly
Which seemed as if waiting
For me to show
Before it took flight
To such other places
It must go
As I ride the rails into the fog Under a rising sun As if dissapearing into the abyss Before the day is done The constant rhythm of grinding wheels Brings peace that's hard to find In the cool breeze upon my face That slowly enters my mind In high altitudes the sky roars Barely perceptible as quiet thunder In my heart of hearts of which I feel Cannot be put asunder The city is far behind People are on my mind I realize for all their differences For everyone I may find The world with it's people Regardless of distance Are a giant bouquet of different species In constant resistance Each one speaks out as an individual Their character in spite of the flaws Making them unique in so many ways In spite of man made laws Outer beauty has never impressed me It's been my constant desire For what resides inside each thing That speaks like flickering fire The gathering of observations Lasting impressions collected along the way Keeping me company as I ride the rails Throughout the long cool day Slumbering on the bales of straw The towns pass quickly by Always observing from a safe distance So as not to get in the way I dissapear into the fog With nothing more to say
She waits quietly by the window Anticipating the expected arrival The sun shines brightly Serving as a brief distraction It's warmth radiates Yet it is no replacement For what she awaits People dot the sidewalk below Although the movement intrigues It is of no consequence For the feeling of emptiness Upon the windowsill She quietly waits For the flicker of the flame As her companion arrives She is the gentle cat Who longs to sleep alongside That which gives her peace Until the morning once again comes
Howling hooter who clings to the tower Television sets radiate Radios blare In a world where Nobody ever seems to really care Peaceful endeavors are rarely seen In those hearts that bleed Found wanting in such places Where particular people seem to gather For they would much rather Stare at the hooter upon the rooftop Refusing to acknowlege his presence Ignoring his noisemaking Unto them he has no more importance Than a gargoyle Yet in my own observance His wings cause me to take notice Thinking of his ability in the calm If someone just took the time To approach in a humble way His outlandish scream The look in his eyes Beyond all that seems to be A misunderstood character In his frustration to communicate He is only looking Hope in his heart thrives For the one who can bring him peace
Lambchop used to sit on my shelf Then one day he was missing The little critter was sort of cute Cute enough for kissing Little did I know he had taken up residence With Mr.Perkins my cat Pudgy Perkins but I call him mister Took Lambchop just like that There they were sleeping together Perhaps he had been counting sheep He only got to count up to one Then he fell fast asleep I won't deny him my friend Lambchop Mr.Perkins doesn't ask for much They look pretty good sleeping together Two peas in a pod as such
Tending to my heard is really no task I enjoy their company so In such quiet times they seem to speak Silently as they grow Each one has its own name Its own particular mood as well But under the sun they are as one Which makes my heart swell Neighbors enjoy them Kids want to feed them peanuts They sometimes leave gifts at their feet Don't know who they are Because everyone is so discreet When its time to water my lawn I imagine their trunks in a sway Beckoning to me for cool fresh water In which they can bathe and play Perhaps a stork or two might stop If they spotted my clandestine herd Once a cat took a nap at their side It contentedly stayed there and purred It gives me great pride To know my creation has done much Thats why tending to my herd is no trouble For each heart my herd may touch
I just want to go home to the fields To lay in the wheat with my dog On cool nights under the moon Where the wind can be heard Through the fog Familiar voices of the owls A kit is heard calling its mother Space is just a dimension in time To be filled until comes another Crickets who chirp in serenade A lullaby that puts me to sleep Hanging limbs of trees by the roadside Who seem ready to weep My dog glances over at me In the unspoken language With a somber look in his eyes Out in the wheatfield with one another Far from a city that cries In likeness to sounding brass The tinkling of cymbals A rasping rythm of tambourines Far in the distance is the cry of the city Not able to penetrate what gleams These fields will keep me safe Insulated from the drama of rath In this field with my quiet companion Free to walk my own path
Peering at me from quaint corners in a room Little do they know or suspect What is concealed below the surface Careful of my thoughts in circumspect Most see me in bold upon first glance Eyes seem to fix on me in a room I wonder if they can hear my heart beating Or if they can sense my gloom The morning sun rises Songbirds are employed In latter days it was something I enjoyed When impressions did not make their mark I ran about happy as a lark As I got older and reminisced Realizing all that had been missed Though in possession of a beating heart I could not love as most do A sadness crept over me Lost in the longing Of a silent sea Observing others who knew How to love Knowing the joy of the morning dew The songs of birds were not just songs Imagining the language they tried to speak As the hart who desires to seek out his mate Along the side of a quiet creek It is something to know in discovery That which eludes me Slipping past my reaching fingers In a crowded room full of people Where odors persist and perfume linger A smiling lady glances over at me Her eyes filled with secret desire Slow burning coals persist inside Yet there is no raging fire The thought of touch repulses me For which I have no ready reply Inside I feel a thousand deaths Yet unable to cry Others have courage where I do not Outside appearances continue to elude What others think when they gaze at me From across such darkened rooms
In my nightly collection of insects Passing by your house In my silent world of clicks There is barely time to notice The incadescent moon On occassion you were observed Sitting on the porch Although the dog took notice You never knew I was there My appearance on swift wings Gives flight new meaning In the early morn We gather ourselves up To return to slumber Take notice if you want to You can even wave However I am not very friendly Since humans are all the same
My pillow named Oscar waits for me Each day he sits in the chair Looking forward to coming home To tell him of all I must bare New York City has many streets Crammed with people and cars Tuning them out is easy to do I fly quickly to the planet Mars The only thing that makes me return Is Oscar who sits in the chair To leave him there all alone Seems to be quite unfair It's kind of odd I prefer his company Rather than to mix with the herd Nonsensical conversations Clutter the subway Where silence is greatly preffered People of the street Acting out Malicious behavior Learned from their litter At home with Oscar in quiet peace With all of the trappings of glitter
It gently floats into the sky Until it can no longer be seen Inside is a message Sent to heaven Perhaps I will get a reply Like a message in a bottle It floats upon the vast spaces Until it reaches a place Where it was meant to be Of all this I cannot forsee But like casting bread Upon the water It will not come back void Reaching out Is much better than Keeping it all inside Only to wonder in the latter days When I laughed To keep from crying Such words might reach a lost soul Whose heart is slowly dying On a planet Where everyone is disconnected Indirectly those messages Might give cause To look upon such clouds With renewed vision Due to messages Sent to heaven
Echoes of voices From out of the past Through dense light In the midst of fog Children who played In such roles they portrayed In the distance can be heard The barking dog Through the laughter Mingled with dust It all becomes crystally clear Perfected in wrought Through time and thought Things I hold closely Which are very dear Horizons beyond never realized In fine detail-never disguised Patterns of energy Gently tugging at my mind That evasive flicker In my hopes to find Within the flame Which brightly burns Hiding amongst the flowers and ferns Inner desire to connect With voices of the past Momentarily passing by Which never seem to last In glimpses such things Are slowly revealed Forgotten dreams That remain concealed Briefly the curtain is lifted So I can peer in It is like the sweet sound Of a violin Examining the inner most Details of what occured The vision is clear Which was once obscured Upon such things to be pondered Into deep valleys And in other places that I have wandered
Cloaked in my shroud My heart is encased Beyond all hope of rainbows In clouded visions Where stars shall flee in haste There all things will be forgotten As it was at the end of time Upon reflection in my direction Continuation of my climb To a doorway at an entrance Procrastination forseen Of entering within On the other side Where all must abide Who enter therein
Many who look upon my face Only see my outer appearance Little do they know inside Of my perserverance Beauty has its place in life But little to do with what's inside Turmoil exists within In which I must abide In the vortex constantly spinning Of what's inside my heart Explanations are meaningless Or where to even start Looking upon my face But not within I remain estranged To my chagrin Within the beauty of my inner self
Lips have spoken many words But actions are another story What is said and what is meant Is almost allegory In words and motion I discretely hide ~ Buried deep beneath the wounds Demons still abide Those who spoke words of hope In essence had belied Hooks that sunk into my flesh In actions that imparted Kindness mistaken for weakness In flight my heart departed
Inspired by the lull of waves Written in the sand Although it fades The tides command Sandcastles which topple Upon the shore Like dreams that seem to fade Claimed by the ebbing waters From whence such dreams were made Nearby is the lighthouse Where heavens presence lives The sands of glory Taking my heart As quickly as it gives
Since birth I have looked off afar Over the shoulders of my siblings Beyond all supplement given Wondering what are my purposes Rules don't seem to apply Beyond the gaze of my eye An albatross living within The confines of my present existence Toleration of my surroundings Is about as good as it gets ~ Other gulls remain in groups While I remain aloof Quite content within my own spirit To look over the horizon Past the noise Trying to reach a place I know cannot be reached At least not on this plateau But still even knowing this I must go Rules are too confining Most of them make no sense This is the great predicament On the other side of the fence So here I remain around the docks Mostly on my own Not much changes except when I fly To places that have never been seen
Along the path of life Many mistakes are made Without their presence We could not celebrate Nor make music serenade To cherish good times Bad times must be Otherwise we could not see In likeness to a blackboard With which we use our chalk Erasing and starting over It's no crime to balk How many artists have painted Where exists an image below Still the masterpiece is seen From where it came to grow No one wants to falter Mistakes are inspiration Without them There is no motive for creation Those who have a vision Proceed forward without question Pursuing their beliefs As though their own possession Stumbling along the way Still the driving force Pursuing what we believe in Until the final course It's better to make your own mistakes Than not to try at all Succumbing to cessation Can be the worst of all
Encountering many in my travels Not limited to any one season Like minded others trying to survive All of them for the same reason To carry on for their own species Their own continue To prosper and live There is no greater bestowment That we can give Valuable days teaching lessons Taking good times with the bad The many seasons go by so quickly Until there is all that can be had We expire in due time Leaving a legacy behind To carry on for the sake of the species This is how life designed
Herman is sleeping in late today Last night he wanted To hang out and play He always sleeps with his teddy When it comes to bedtime He's always ready Herman is a spoiled guy But that's okay I'm glad to have him With me each day
It seems you always encounter a few These days it's probably More like quite alot I blame is on the parents Well not really I know plenty of good parents The fault is within the individual Somewhere along the line A decision is made Maybe they just decide It's easier to be like that It takes too much effort To be any other way Then society has to tolerate them Of course they have kids too Hopefully who recognize They don't want to be like that Then a decision is made Maybe they just decide It's easier to change and not be like that It takes too much effort To be any other way It doesn't matter anymore You know How many of them there are Compared to how many there aren't Only the ones who want to be that way Actually care The rest of the world doesn't give a damn They know it exists There isn't anything that can change it The world moves on Knowing in truth That as each one expires over time They are not missed After all there's plenty more Where they came from ~ I just feel sorry for him You know The ass in the hole Falling into that place Then having his photo taken Just so I could have it To use in my prose
I've gone to the crossroads many times Each one leads to the promised land It's carried me home to the prairies Deep down into the delta where life was grand To the trainyards where I hopped a freight Big City lights where the skyscrapers moaned Open skies where a heart never dies Where only the wind has groaned ~ Crossroads Present since childhood Others never ruled my day To believe or not believe Having to choose the way Not taking to the paved roads Going to the unmarked path To places unknown to most Not worried about The incurrence of wrath ~ I came to know the way Of the elephant and the owl In the streets of New Orleans All of the places The forgotten faces Things that occured Over time it all blurred But I remember People and their voices Their needs and their fears Pouring their hearts out As they wiped away tears The laughter at times To keep from crying Good times were to be had Our thoughts far from dying The roaring of the crowd I knew all to well Crossroads always within my reach To escape before hell ~ A little time passes Once they get too familiar It's time to move on Many roads to travel It calls to me in the distance Never a prayer spoken Asking it to depart Through the fog it's apparent Then it becomes crystal clear Another crossroad beckons Unmarked paths Leading to other promised lands Beyond those winding tracks The clattering of the wheels Pounding in the sounding The engine pulls its load Its horn plays the moaning melody Escape is just around the bend At the crossroads To which there is no end
When you were a child I already knew you existed Your voice had already Entered into my dreams It took me quite awhile But once found I knew you were the one Who had haunted me In my dreams All the miles in between Mere milestones along a path The bridge in my heart Gaps the distance As the moon rises in the sky To open the beauty of the night So rises my heart To the occasion of your presence The stars are like a crown In the heavens Shining down onto all that is beneath Evermore it is a sweetness unto me When I rise up to meet each day
I am the dove of lonely hearts Close by those who need me Ever since my early days Their hearts have called to me Each day I take flight To bring comfort Who need me by their side Whether it be beneath the sun Or under the stars and moon Gathering all the hearts that are scattered From every place they are strewn If you call upon me softly I will come
