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.
Through the fog A belltower rings In this city of silence A voice faintly sings Beneath the fog in the lull Energy stirs In heaven and hell Judgement is sustained In the countless monuments Built for those who impose Mourning not for their souls Only for the loss Of their physical presence Within the power they do not possess Better to pray for their souls Than to remember the last kiss
Regardless of where I may be In a city of lights Or a farm in the country Wandering aimlessly at night In untraveled paths Only familiar to me Other animals may come and go Aware of my presence in passing Yet they continue to graze Traveling in their ways Knowing there is no impending threat In my cloak under the guise of the night Moon shining bright Concealed in thoughts that take me To places where I must go In the unspoken languages That are often misunderstood Where words do not mingle with actions Actions that speak louder Than any tongue can begin The utter loneliness also brings solitude Which clasps onto peaceful melodies Into the ears of those who can hear it Traveling softly in the fields Seeking out those who desire Solitude that comes with loneliness After the stars have risen In a most forgiving way
