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.
Privy to shyness She stands aloof Thickly in the shadows Beyond the corridors of time The essence of her odor Evasive to those who seek It enters at its own will And departs in the same manner Leaving an impression Of her presence upon the room Her ghostly image only appears Long ago she departed from this plane Onto a higher one More intense in existence Yet she chooses to grace With her occasional visitations In a teasing mannerism Just beyond reach Perhaps one day she will speak For now her lips are sealed Forever in time
The bowl tipped over But he didn't mind Or bother to wait at all To his good fortune He got quite a hand out As the bowl from the table did fall Now he probably wants some sauce Maybe a meatball or two He's a spoiled rascal indeed And a beggar through and through
Trailing behind me is no suprise Fog on the road does not obscure The sound of your tailpipes rings Your voice is within me Still you follow behind My father curses you He knows deep in his heart Your intentions are noble Nobody can see my inner tears My turmoil inside You will realize My absence is only temporary Tearing the world asunder Could not prevent what is to be Soon the fog clears Then it is a clear road You will be in my dreams Rest easy until I return When birds sing early morns You will know I am close Distance is without meaning We reside within each other From rising moon to setting sun
