I've often left this hateful world to slip into the past,

Attending balls, bedecked in gowns of silk that's unsurpassed.

I've dreamed my way through many ills from family death and pain,

On through divorce I didn't want, and circled back again.

I've left behind the woes and strife that dog me everyday,

And lived the only joy I've known, imagination's play.

It's just too bad that as I think tonight on how it's been,

There's no dream left that isn't marred, no upright honest man.

I thought my mind was strong enough to take me out of this,

Creating story outlines in a land of perfect bliss.

But I was wrong and feel unsure of most of lessons learned,

A questing mind, a seeking heart, and once more broken, spurned.


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"" What do you want? What do you offer? What is your real motive? What can I do about it? Where will each move take us? Am I not the mirror-image of you?"" HMmmmmmm, these are good questions for ANY poet to answer.

"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !