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When I was a child, I wasn’t

Told, that at this point in life

I’d feel so damned old.

I think there must be more

To life and living,

Than the cache of sorrow,

Or the borrowed act of forgiving.

Of Corpse’s light and cast shadows,

Or half-grey lies, when the truth

Is that he had no alibis.

There must be something more beyond

The will to write, despite hate and fear;

To set things right, though all be wrong,

For the past is gone, as if it never were.

He’s gone and made himself a ghost —

A shade of nothing, by being

Everything that I despise the most.

There is a lesson here worth seeing.

There has to be something else to find,

Beyond the binding claws

Of time, or else what’s the point

In pausing to think, or feel?

At what point do these wounds

Come full circle, and heal?

There must be more, and sterner stuff

Inside, the steel core where

The softer soul can hide…

Taking refuge, or solace, in knowing

That for all these trials and injustice,

I won’t stop growing older…just colder.

I have to believe there’s more to life

Than this, then,

Or quit asking or searching

In the empty, lie-strewn mind-fields

Of unfaithful, dishonest and unkind men.

~ C.L.R. ~ © 2007

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About dragonkatet

Regarding the blog name, Dragon’s Dreams ~ The name comes from my love-affairs with both Dragons and Dreams (capital Ds). It’s another extension of who I am, a facet for expression; a place and way to reach other like-minded, creative individuals. I post poetry and images that fascinate or move me, because that’s my favorite way to view the world. I post about things important to me and the world in which we live, try to champion extra important political, societal and environmental issues, etc. Sometimes I wax philosophical, because it’s also a place where I always seem to learn about myself, too, by interacting with some of the brightest minds, souls and hearts out there. It’s all about ‘connection(s)’ and I don’t mean “net-working” with people for personal gain, but rather, the expansion of the 4 L’s: Light, Love, Laughter, Learning.
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