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.
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
