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.
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
