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.
Jeering voices which go unheard Japed for our actions without favor Our lungs aching with disbelief The collective refusing to waiver Incredulous in our convictions Unable to change for anyone's sake Words planted in our ears and minds Did not cause us to quake Many are the proud Few are the humble We beat our fists upon the walls Closed doors and utter silence No man is an island Unto which he falls No mercy shall be given For this was something we never gave Putrid odor emits from our place now In the ensuing quave Now we are looked upon with disdain When the movement begins No sun shall bring warmth to our bones Wandering in the way as Beduins We are found wanton In the groaning of our inner pain Realizing all has been said Our voices and pleas now in vain
Another day spent upon the sea In conversation with the spirit of death Not far off will be my test Where I will speak out shibboleth! With hands of callous My weather beaten face Outer appearance is of no concern My companion for the day asks no questions Or takes notice of the waters which churn His presence does not irk me In this life of complicated arbor Its latticework intrigues me As we ponder in the quiet harbor Thankfully only I can see The spirit which sits by my side It offers no assistance in my task My sails fill in good stride Each day is a thankful day To live and sail upon the sea Whatever is ahead will come Regardless of my plea
My conception of familiar surroundings The kind that are found in fragments of time A simple toy can become much more Hidden in a paradigm While others may not agree with me It has become my theory Life without this realization Would make things for me most dreary Shapes are easily manipulated Travel within the mind Visitation to several places at once Is possible if so inclined Distance is irrelevant A concept of time does not apply How long does it take to go from thoughts To accept and personify In the wake of the waves in motion Or a moon that waxes and wanes Touching things that are untouchable Succumbing to all it attains
