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.
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
