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.
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
