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.
Jeering voices which go unheard Japed for our actions without favor Our lungs aching with disbelief The collective refusing to waiver Incredulous in our convictions Unable to change for anyone's sake Words planted in our ears and minds Did not cause us to quake Many are the proud Few are the humble We beat our fists upon the walls Closed doors and utter silence No man is an island Unto which he falls No mercy shall be given For this was something we never gave Putrid odor emits from our place now In the ensuing quave Now we are looked upon with disdain When the movement begins No sun shall bring warmth to our bones Wandering in the way as Beduins We are found wanton In the groaning of our inner pain Realizing all has been said Our voices and pleas now in vain
Another day spent upon the sea In conversation with the spirit of death Not far off will be my test Where I will speak out shibboleth! With hands of callous My weather beaten face Outer appearance is of no concern My companion for the day asks no questions Or takes notice of the waters which churn His presence does not irk me In this life of complicated arbor Its latticework intrigues me As we ponder in the quiet harbor Thankfully only I can see The spirit which sits by my side It offers no assistance in my task My sails fill in good stride Each day is a thankful day To live and sail upon the sea Whatever is ahead will come Regardless of my plea
My conception of familiar surroundings The kind that are found in fragments of time A simple toy can become much more Hidden in a paradigm While others may not agree with me It has become my theory Life without this realization Would make things for me most dreary Shapes are easily manipulated Travel within the mind Visitation to several places at once Is possible if so inclined Distance is irrelevant A concept of time does not apply How long does it take to go from thoughts To accept and personify In the wake of the waves in motion Or a moon that waxes and wanes Touching things that are untouchable Succumbing to all it attains
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
As the rabbit slumbers Under the moon Visitation occurs from the reeds Most nights he is absent Except at times when he feeds His nourishment consists Of his victims dreams He thrives on the energy Odd as it seems No animal is safe from his grasp For under the moon he creeps Latching onto all the dreams While his victim sleeps Relentless in his pursuit He makes his way through the night Other than that he's quite harmless In his ever evolving plight The dream thief cringes In disbelief When he finds someone Who has no dreams Disatisfied is his appetite He retires to the shadows Of the moonbeams Until he once again rises Lurking in the night Seeking out more dreams to steal To suit his appetite
The notes flow into the street Coming from my heart Some throw me a nickel or two Others listen with interest Thirty seven years of playing Putting myself forward on the streets Down in New Orleans The people,the city and all the voices I love them all just the same On the sun baked steets from which I grew Tap dancing still happens But not enough for my tastes Familiar faces of those I have watched Grow from children Now they scoff at me I am a reminder of what is in their future Old age is a natural occurence But some fear it Little do they know In my heart I am as I was in youth Soon my way will be to the longhome Some call it the dirt nap My preference is to keep to the street Until these legs of mine will no longer go Up to that time my companion is with me Kicking out the jams on the street My old cat waits for me at home Tonight as every night We shall slumber together And greet the morning together With smiles upon our faces
My apparition should come as no suprise In sweet revenge of pumpkins Which have come and gone Such vines from roots Firmly planted in soil Slowly make their way to the surface To witness fallen leaves from heaven Compile into one great lunge Forward they go into the autumn wind Cleaving to me strenuously Aghast their existence is dependent Upon my survival Not knowing bitter winds of winter Spell out my demise Looking over this field In rememberance of seasons past The laughter of children Who are now the reapers Of sown seeds that cause my brethren To rise up from the ground Baring their ripened melons upon the vine Those who attribute growth to nature Entrusted with proper treatment The declaration has been made Take great care in your labor We are watching
