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.
Many who look upon my face Only see my outer appearance Little do they know inside Of my perserverance Beauty has its place in life But little to do with what's inside Turmoil exists within In which I must abide In the vortex constantly spinning Of what's inside my heart Explanations are meaningless Or where to even start Looking upon my face But not within I remain estranged To my chagrin Within the beauty of my inner self
Lips have spoken many words But actions are another story What is said and what is meant Is almost allegory In words and motion I discretely hide ~ Buried deep beneath the wounds Demons still abide Those who spoke words of hope In essence had belied Hooks that sunk into my flesh In actions that imparted Kindness mistaken for weakness In flight my heart departed
Inspired by the lull of waves Written in the sand Although it fades The tides command Sandcastles which topple Upon the shore Like dreams that seem to fade Claimed by the ebbing waters From whence such dreams were made Nearby is the lighthouse Where heavens presence lives The sands of glory Taking my heart As quickly as it gives
