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.
An angel mourns at our demise Forevermore eternal When new life begins beyond It is something vernal From the womb of life we go Unto the womb of death Beginning and ending In the moment of a breath Synchronism Transience in great velocity Is the occurence of intellect Existing in creation For the sake of Integration Briefly suspended in adversity It dissipates in cessation Without explanation Swiftly taking refuge beyond In the same manner in which it arrived For lack of physical presence An angel mourns eternally
I wait for you on the road In my dreams Wondering when you Might finally stop Each time you go by It makes me wonder Why you do not notice If sending flowers Could make you smile I would send them Yet somehow Your heart would never know It was me
The roaring is within As great waves surround me Inside my cocoon Yet the world remains Beyond reach Invisible forces resurrect me Within the waves My destiny awaits In crowds of thousands My presence remains aloof In the pattern of life Thoughts are kept distant In the safety of the wrappings Memories become my own Concealment is rather a habit Than an instinct Given over time Which has no relevance Beyond the confines of reality Time has no hold It can span the great distances That hold me to this life It is rather the distractions Keeping me from myself Words on paper seem to flow The answers evade me My questions are not answered Rather the words Are as beacons of light From aloft my place on high Where I guide lost ships in the night
Penetrating shafts of light invade The interior of my silent walls Where once song gave praise Congregations of those who sat In pews which are now heaps Upon my floors of wood No longer are voices heard My death came due At no suprise to the scattergood Feint recollections still echo All to no avail Long gone are the masters who spoke Even they could not prevail The chambers soon fell silent Giving way to particles of dust Gathering in the light Occasionally a bird becomes entangled In its flight The fluttering of the wings Calling out in desperation Of its momentary plight Escape comes soon enough Before silence once again Fills the deserted halls Of all that was done in vain
On such nights in deepest slumber In corridors of halls that haunt my dreams Such nightmares manifest themselves Like gargoyles that clatter up the walls Chasing after all that gleams In the shadows hiding are my fears Keeping back those cold hard tears In the distance the howling wolf Who has the scent of blood Upon his driven spirit He seeks me out under the moon Creeping through the silent streets Laying quiet in the ruins Might he hear the sound Of my heart which beats Deserted places within my mind Hiding in darkness-hoping to find That which was lost in days gone by When I was proud and could not cry The sound of his breath is upon me Escape is always near Past those dark and endless corridors Far away from what I fear
