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.
Once more faced With the winding in the tracks The familiar facial tic erupts Sending spasmodic waves To my inner senses There it is housed In gravure like synthesis Emotions abruptly appear Causing a delving into their abode Like the opening of a mausoleum Dust filled and forgotten Newly dug graves only remembered Until the generation passes Plucked flowers are meaningless They are better left to grow Passing on to others to maintain The purpose of why all things exist All efforts lead back to incongruity At the end of the journey Realization finally becomes all encompassing Variance against the origins of creation is inevitable It follows me down the winding tracks
He waits for me at the end of the hall Each day we meet on my way to work Past the hall where he hangs from his limb I don't mean to stare or lurk Down in the basement immersed in clay tablets Translating ancient cuneiform Although Akkadians are my main focus Thoughts are far from the norm Wandering off at times to my friend Encased in his cage of glass Wondering what his life was like Until I reach an impasse Imagination persists through the day My thoughts go home with me at night His life must have been a lonely one With nobody to acknowledge his plight How he must have longed for the place In the far off jungle land Free to roam the trees To see the open skies Beyond all he could understand Perhaps he found peace in knowing One day he would finally be free In a place where nothing could prevent him From sitting aloft his own tree
