Photo by Federica Erra
” How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young , compassionate with the aged , sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong . Because someday in your life you will have been all of those “. – George Washington Carver
the vagabond shyly knocking on my mind
stands crooked on the horizon line
brutal mystery mists behind
this back-up man sings this time .
the vagabond , his dog shakes with fears
held tight by heavy twine and tears .
I see the pain , a bloody knife
a wound of odor dims their life .
This grizzly starless night
mute upon the earth of light .
his face still pounding on my mind
ruin is beautiful is only kind .
no judgements , no math , no rules
leave that for the preacher over the hill
the vagabond blurring dirty cold rain to kill
diluted by a song only warms the chill .
” In the forest of illusions . . . the only reliable compass is ones soul .” – Enza Currenti