"Dragons Are Forever..."

Think what you feel...

Dragons are in the heart and soul.  Don't let the 'mind' take the magyk away from life - you'll too soon have 'nothings' left.

"Dragons Are Forever..."

Children grow
and "Become" -
what they come to believe
what they allow others to FORCE them
into believing.

Life IS - Pragmatic, real,
pheromones,
chemicals and imbalances.
Its sex and cadence
and regimented
- time to wisely everything,

waste nothing on non-profit.
POWER is the key
tell and telling
order- rows, grids,
squares... permanence -
ashes and finally dust.
All our LIVES become dust.
Our things - become dust.

Nature has no straight lines.

We are the ages ~
An age of 'have-nots'.
Fun is a heartbeat, then a work week,
then a month, then years apart as lost in life
we lose the sparks that nature gave us.

They - and then we - take away the magyk
and we understand and agree
as we work hard and run and run
in circles of straight lines -
all to forget what we knew inside.

And everything dulls and dulls,
the years doing as you must
lead where?
The eyes see the trees - bushes -
gnarled, bent, old and in the way...
forests - even we - all in the way.
The noise is just the sound within -
trapped by ears going, going, gone - deaf.
The heart FEELS the cold
but ice has no beauty.
Clouds are shadows and annoyances -
Rain is just ...wet, avoided,

miserable, cold and sodden.
Snow is ice-melt steps and walkways
and plastic shovels - aching legs, arms, and backs.
You have time to LOOK
but nothing any longer to see...
not even that the hand you hold
is just your own.

Dragons are forever
and the faerie folk dance
and magyk LIVES!
Stars and starlight
moonlight... the FEEL of the rain,
and snowmen... and sunrises... sunsets...
the gentle curve of fingertips
finding a cheek... lips...
even sparkling eyes gazing into
forevermores...
Dragons ARE forever.

Chris

 

Author's Note

feel what you write

Reviews

[Emily B]

every word

[Larry Dyson]

Dragons are forever....and so is all you just penned.. yes i choose what you say is and can be lost... I choose to wallow and stomp and splash about in it...the celebration of "Magyk"....dead and dust are forever once inhaled....ty Chris