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.
We walk in the shadows Of our former selves The earthly bonds Of days gone by In remembrance Of all we have seen Those innocent days Which now magnify Time is the only part of the essence That cannot be recaptured Part of our dreams Or so it seems Only in memory is enraptured In the shadows Of what we once were To the sound of the tinkling brass
Victory comes from within oneself Deep beyond the shadowed eye Amidst the tugging of hallowed emotions Looking for position as they vie With no disturbance in tranquility Influences work towards the center At the end of each day it is the way Mutterings of yet a dissenter Yet victory within itself Will rise to meet the occasion Removing doubt from the voices Who flee from their own persuasion
He has always been handled With gentle care Milford the duck Who I won on a dare Last summer down on the beach I ran a race for the fuzzy fellow Now he lives at the house with me Where things are pretty mellow Mr.Perkins my old tomcat Naps with Milford each day On weekends he goes to the beach With always something to say Pelicans fly and Milford watches Although he has never flown I don't think he knows he's a duck As he mutters in monotone He's a pretty cool guy if I say so myself Showing off to get a few laughs Quite a celebrity in his own right But he can't give out autographs
Origins of life Flocks gather Migration makes its demands Departure to other places Where once were welcoming hands Places of solitude Close to extinction Unable to be saved by grace Unrelenting pace Thriving within the insult Of waste Poured upon the land
He knows his world has changed Covered in the pitch of tar Black death until his final breath Upon this scourge That defiles the land Caused by the hand of man Until his final breath He floats upon the sea Folded wings with open eyes Behind him a world dies Celestial bodies shine down He only questions why In remembrance of The blackened royal crown
Giant Anaconda coils Sucking black blood From peaceful lagoons Rest upon the banks Constricted in the deluge Brought on by the ooze That engulfs Drawn by hands Stretching out Over wetlands Upon beaches Into the far reaches Poison flows Into what it blankly bestows Crushing what remains In the wake of blackened days Far from the cities without pity Instead of feet pounding Upon concrete pavements Intaglio engravements In the once golden sand Where quiet bliss engaged Life fluttered in the moment Alas the invasion begins
