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.
I waited for you until the sun set In the street-out in the rain But you never came I spent the night upon the porch Waiting for you It rained all night Those people from next door came by Bringing food and a blanket for me Not very hungry But the blanket is nice As I wait for you Watching the rain Wondering where you can be Anticipating your headlights And the familiar sound Of your return Each day I wake you are on my mind Each night before sleep My last thought is of you I think of all this As I wait for you Amidst the rain
Privy to shyness She stands aloof Thickly in the shadows Beyond the corridors of time The essence of her odor Evasive to those who seek It enters at its own will And departs in the same manner Leaving an impression Of her presence upon the room Her ghostly image only appears Long ago she departed from this plane Onto a higher one More intense in existence Yet she chooses to grace With her occasional visitations In a teasing mannerism Just beyond reach Perhaps one day she will speak For now her lips are sealed Forever in time
The bowl tipped over But he didn't mind Or bother to wait at all To his good fortune He got quite a hand out As the bowl from the table did fall Now he probably wants some sauce Maybe a meatball or two He's a spoiled rascal indeed And a beggar through and through
Trailing behind me is no suprise Fog on the road does not obscure The sound of your tailpipes rings Your voice is within me Still you follow behind My father curses you He knows deep in his heart Your intentions are noble Nobody can see my inner tears My turmoil inside You will realize My absence is only temporary Tearing the world asunder Could not prevent what is to be Soon the fog clears Then it is a clear road You will be in my dreams Rest easy until I return When birds sing early morns You will know I am close Distance is without meaning We reside within each other From rising moon to setting sun
Red roses are placed upon her bed Perhaps some day she'll return When petals wilt with sagging stems It's one thing that I've learned Hesitations concerning the heart Never seem to work Casting doubt in sacred places Where negativity will always lurk Chances only come so often Like chapters in a book In the end we must descend Like waters traveling down a brook Lost chances Inherit broken dreams
Nothing to show from the day before Or the night before as well A few laughs with fair weather friends The occasional clientele Sunlight shines upon the dresser Upon worthless bills Empty bottles sitting nearby staring At my empty heart that fills With silent tears that no one sees Laughing to keep from crying No shoulder to lean on Or to declare my love undying What silent days I ponder Into what has grown Monotony upon my doorstep From seeds that have been sown Spangled glitter of brevity Once my heart was true As a newborn drake who glides Across the lake anew
Out and the end of the wooden pier Thinking late at night When the lull of waves are upon me The foaming caps of white Under the moon which glows Upon the watery mist Gentle fog that rolls in slowly With no effort to resist As far out as the eye can see Piercing the dark sea An imagined horizon that lies beyond Lives the untouchable esprit Quiet thunderstorms in the distance Rolling thunders thrive Drum beat like stirs like heavenly wings Even unto lightnings which cannot deprive The serenity of the moment in time Which belongs to those who seek To listen with an open ear Of things which subtly speak
All the while riding the train Through the window in the rain Thoughts of coming home to stay Big city life just got too big Never a moment of peace or silence Sirens blaring People staring Not much to it except for the stench An occasional rodent It's the safest form of entertainment Blank stares surround everyone Never knowing what's intended The train trudged onwards towards home My mind continued to roam Of childhood days down by the lake When you scared me with that snake Riding our bikes down the trail Our friendship was never doomed to fail Well I am home now and you are here At the depot where the train rests Far away from the booming city It is a city without pity I am in your arms with no regrets
The Michelin Man is in the sky I think he is trying to catch that fish Lucky I was eating lunch and saw him Before that cloud went swish It looks like he put on some weight He seems to be growing a tail Perhaps he needs to eat that fish Before he can prevail Today is cool so he won't sweat Blowing across the sky Isn't he tired-he looks a bit pale His stomach must be fluttering Like a butterfly
Each day goes by without a word Today I brought her flowers Each night my thoughts are of her Unlike mysterious powers We've seen each other over time But never spoke a word Time was just not on our side We had not yet matured Perhaps tomorrow I will speak If not then-maybe next week
Each day when the girl from next door comes looking I hide in the fountain by the square It all started out quite innocently When she offered to cut my hair Soon it became a weekly ritual Afterwards we took walks in the park Next thing I know we are going to places Listening to the songs of a lark Spending time at the city zoo Even a flower show Where this all was going I wondered And where it would eventually go For many months it carried on But now she wants me to marry It is a burden for me to think of Fearful that I must carry I like her alot but what if I fail Or what if we stop taking our walks Life might get too serious It might show up in our talks Some people automatically get old Ending up like my mom and dad They don't seem to ever have fun I suspect they are mostly sad Then there is the subject of children I don't know much about being a dad It's sort of scary thinking of it Then what if my wife go mad She might stop talking to me Or force me to eat dinner alone I think hiding in the fountain for now Is better than facing the unknown
Some people think I'm too old to have fun That I shouldn't be laughing out loud They think I should keep to myself Like it's some sort of a sin to be proud I feel no different than when I was young My feelings towards life are the same Admittedly there are a few handicaps But none that have brought me defame It takes me a bit to get going in the morn My requirements for sleep are now much less I'm not outmoded by any means except morally Of this I must acquiesce Each day of awakening is a day of thanks Another chance to live my life Until it ends I intend to dance To the tune of the drum and the fife
These are my brothers For all that they're worth Full of laughs in their world of mirth Always the clowns at everything In my observation they make the world A bit brighter Creating smiles upon peoples faces The ones who seem to be going through paces Who struggle to get by each day The ones who don't have much to say I have seen these two brothers of mine Put smiles upon those faces And joy into their hearts
Sorry fella this is my place I have no illusions about moving Winter is just around the corner So unless you have plans of improving My situation which is close at hand Soon little ones will be here to tend For now I need plenty of rest My intentions were not to offend This spring the premises will be vacated From then on this place is all yours Best you close the lid on my nest And remain at your place indoors
Meaningless clothespins that hang in a row The drooping cord in a silent room Hands that once touched them Long gone over the horizon where once flowers bloomed I used to make her necklaces from flowers They always made her smile She never told me those dandelions were only weeds In that room where those clothespins still hang I sat upon the chair and watched her In that flower print dress Dust particles filtered in sunlight Her song could be heard Then momentarily she would pinch her cheeks In anticipation of her man An airplane mechanic once He had learned how to soar into the skies Taking her with him Into the heights beyond Upon my own reflection Those clothespins are not as meaningless That is why they continue to hang in a row As I look upon the wall
The very first time I heard a voice Was like a sweetness of honey to me All of those years in utter silence Dissapeared in that moment of my idiosyncrasy Life had been full but not as robust The miracle that rests in my ear Things will never be the same again Or seem as the way they appear I can finally hear my mothers voice And know how laughter sounds The barking of my dog who sleeps at my feet Ideas jump now In leaps and bounds The banshee of my dreams has fled Never to return My life is mine to live and love To give back to all due return
He's the rabbit in the sky Looking for a carrot Scurrying by on a wisp of wind Last week I thought I saw him hiding Behind a cloud that looked like a tree Before I knew it the cloud changed It became a flying dragon My elusive hare became his tail Off in the distance was a carrot cloud The rabbit had been on its trail But the walrus cloud got it instead And fled towards the open sky
The great journey begins Once again as always before Along an expanse of the curvature Earth rotates on axis Struggle at the apex Migration thrives in dust Kicking and beating of hooves Such as feet Which pound against the surface Sacrifice along the way To the many who shall fall Survival depends on it Great masses hesitate momentarily Taking heed to gyrations of earthen woes Like a great heaving of energy Thrust motion forward Centrifugal force pushes the herd lmpatiently their cry pierces the air Reaching down into the very depths of its soul Toward the edge of expanse Where dilemma awaits Only the brazen shall move forward Unaffected by what is concealed It is on pure instinct Rather than by intellect Until the trampling has made way Unto dust filled paths that have cleared Breaking clouds shall reveal Clear skies and a quell For now the herd is satisfied A beast is temporarily tamed Until once again the journey begins A migration where many shall fall Survival depends on it Nature makes its demand
Those who pass by do not notice The grandeur of my presence Few may have wondered what life Might be like as a tree Unguarded words are spoken Sitting beneath my branches Smoke billows out of stacks Choking all life in its path Mothers taking great pride Their children play in the park Unaware in their innocence There is more than water in puddles Dogs lapping not knowing Footprints mark human activity Intellect is ever present Evading emotion flees in terror Feint heartbeats palpatate Quiety the world goes by Hoping to quell the noise Time and distance are irreplaceable Lives are quickly lived Gone like steam from a pot It is all too fitting to try Stuffing all of life into Small spaces in time Like seedlings that grow All life emanates from its source Forgiveness is easier than one might think The amenities of nature overpower As light is to darkness As life is to death All in the process of what is to be Acute awareness of the human condition My branchess sway in the wind Covering what is below from the full rays Emerging as a person to feel for myself For I have done more than just wondered What life might be like as a tree
I only notice your face in the sun This song was written for you We have cried our tears for eachother Paying our just dues Fingers that press upon the strings Memories of life,how it often stings Hearts may beat to a skipping tune I ride the city bus Knowing we shall return Unto one another Music drowns out all the sirens Its not that I don't care Multitudes of sirens sound in the city But I only have one life to live Unfortunately only so much to give Until all that is left Are the words of my song
Willing to bargain for the world's future Deception is their mask Cringing on encroaching borders Estranged from normal society Odd as it now seems We are subserviant to the nightmare Of our dreams, Yet so are they Debilitation thrives within their own ranks In argument we realize Society scorns them Before they scorn society Still the pollution continues In spite of our demand Bliss of existence is only a state of mind Each day we take the plunge Into a false sense of security Ignoring the impending vortex As we read the false articles While listening to the daily news
In observation of your repose At this late hour of morn Long after the sun has risen Your dejection of my presence Appears to be forlorn My refusal to leave your side I do not understand You do not stir as winds blow In spite of my remand Let us soar together As we have always done Touching clouds that wait for us Under the glistening sun
Timothy Leary slumbers Nearby strings await in silence There is no abandoned Peavy Laying in dust ridden ruins Within this container of nostalgia Forgotten dreams of a Martin Settling for something less Easily obtained Nobody notices the difference Except me Rose colored granny glasses Hidden away in the drawer Albums in racks Thelonious Monk,Sonny Boy Williamson, Muddy Waters,John Booker...... Just to mention a few Imaginations of Greenwich Village Settling for Old Town in Chicago Freight train whistles in the distance Noise in the city of disbelief Cold faces filled with wrought On the street New Orleans is whispering to me Down in the Quarter Sitting on the sidewalk Smoking a stale Picayune While crows jaw nearby The fog filled air with its odors The vortex cannot penetrate I am filled with delirium Sweet music and the voices of daughters Let the silver cord be loosed Over the horizons I have made good my escape!
What are your thoughts Of this moment in time Innocence reigns momentarily We know not of a dimming sun A brief chapter in transcience Under a clear sky Fresh breath enters the nostrils Hearts are filled with joy Darkened clouds are held at bay As we look upon eachother In wonder of who we are
Reaching for that which remains elusive A force in effect beyond twilight One thing remains inconclusive In vain attempts to reunite Twinklings seem evasive Defying all attempt No musings of impending doom Or presence of contempt Expectations of reaching out Into the mighty abyss Making its mark in known existence In spite of all remiss
Waiting by the window Patience is your virtue In silence with a sewn smile Even in darkness Turning the light on Knowing what to expect You are impervious The enviornment reacts Two sides are needed For actions to take effect Your companionship Fools who wander aimless In their quest All things however are irreplaceable That is why I love you as I do
As your hand rests within So does a part of you Reside within my heart An inner voice resounds Yet there is no movement Your frail body succumbs For I am here by your side Cursing myself for not coming sooner Hundreds of miles away Your whisper did not reach me I am starved much the same Sweat pours from my brow The taste of salt is upon my lips My spirit is beaten down Hunger within restless as it is Until I rested myself at your side
In my ease, time is of no essence Yet lost and of no concern Into the eye of movement There is no event seemingly gone Objects pass by swiftly As do people without focus Disconnection from the world Languages untapped heartbeats Emotions fill the cup Humanity concealed With no regrets of dreams Or the thoughts within Life has been lived to my ends Knowing beyond my small world Though confined I traveled Over many horizons Until all that remains My empty shell
