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 found him on a mountaintop Many years ago Frozen in a block of ice Buried deep in snow We thawed him out Then gave him food Hoping he would change his mood He only grunted Then stared at us in silence ~ Soon it came time to leave We decided to take him along Giving him a name-Bruno Dressing him in a thong Next day came and we were home New York City here we come! Bruno looked at all those lights Smiling at everything ~ Next Sunday we took him to Times Square We gave him Rum to drink After five quarts he'd had enough Now he lays there on the sidewalk Barely does he wink Occasionally he grunts a bit Refusing to depart Onlookers go about their business As Bruno lays there on the sidewalk Oblivious as a fart
In dedication to her spirit To that which I have known Erected by these humble hands Unto her heart enthroned Upon a mast her garment In margins of silence Abstract in its many ways It flourishes in defiance To all that has ever been Or all that ever will The never ending throb within Of which will never fill In the heart of my hearts There is nothing more to say No tears except for joy Under skies of gray
Carried by gentle winds Dreams reach out in frolic Touching our hearts In ways only known to those That allow them in In likeness to the tumbleweed It rolls across the prairies Over haunted mesas With ferocity in its gallop Under the burning sun Its spirit coaxes the mind Inviting those who journey Over such horizons That flourish in the wind
