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.
A thing of beauty which may exist Alongside the same of another Does not exalt in its difference Coexisting with the other Moon and stars Sun and sky Each sways in the wind Each shall live and die Side by side Their compliment is brief A season passes swiftly Yet it is not a thing of grief Their season has been spent In the winds of summer days One embracing the other In spite of different ways
By someone who thought Them to be flowers Their meaning meant more Than just mere weeds Given to me with innocence With no other reason in mind Having been taken to such places Nevertheless I find Staring up at silent walls Contemplating that which verily falls In truth my heart is absent From places that thrive within
On this dreary day I cry in the rain To help me forget The inner pain Upon these rooftops Engulfed in shadows Far from the scent Of flowers in meadows In my observance of these Nimble towers in concrete Domes of glass which Reflect in light It is dimmed by the rain Upon the solemn window pane From places within Where nobody peers out Into the street Where the struggle moves forward Amidst the sirens The complaint of trees Swaying in the wind Their branches seem to speak Yet nobody bothers to listen Upon my place I see it all An evasive sun refuses to glisten Amongst the commotion Delirium sets in quickly It can be seen in the pace Of those who walk the avenues Stumbling over the pathways That which seem to lead nowhere Except where it all begins and ends To this I say: Fluttering in this wind With these tired feathers I caress the air Touching the sky as far as I may go The wind shall moan Acknowledging my presence Giving way unto my wings
