I am, CL Lucas, an author. I’m just a guy trying to find his way in the military after-life. My biggest mistake before joining the military to pursue the only thing I’d ever planned to do was not asking, “What to do when you’ve outgrown that one thing and is no longer there for the identity? Losing one’s identity is a kick in the nuts. Now, that afterthought is part of my advice supporting those with budding futures. Putting that question in their forethought is the advice. My identity now is in part; this website. This, a central hub connecting to some social, some blogs, some businesses, and is a prompt reminder to keep my ass in gear and write. Here is a repository for the snippets. On an somber note, relative to the above – I’m institutionalized. Meaning, the military was my soul and purpose. It’s tough seeing the multiple decades become something for naught when the country you fought for takes a leftward turn.
"Born in class upon a past I reflect Of a time twenty years ago. Where a family lost it’s life On a field of honor, Or was it death? Dark steaming realm of the yellow man, Crouched waiting to destroy a life, One not lived nor his own. There I died too. "
"Of something, which, when come, is not the same, but only like its forecast in men’s dreams, the longing, the delay, and the delight, sweeter for the delay; youth, hope, love, death, and disappointment which is also death, all these make up the sum of human life; a dream within a dream, a wind at night howling across the desert in despair, seeking for something lost, it cannot find."
"Excerpt from The Death of Dianne Oughton ~~~ For a moment she saw her world through the translucent eyelids of a bird, everything grey a moment before an instant of erupting color in verdant hues returned her to the family estate in Dwight where she loved being at the foot of a private lake below a bell-tower standing watch over her. As a child, she'd daydreamed herself a princess in it as swans at her feet pleaded her to cast bits of bread in her hand that always drew her from the bell tower dreams into reality back in a time when she didn't hate her family for the rich ground she stood on. She wanted to be the princess. She longed to be in the tower. Indeed, she did need rescuing from the fatal point, and the decision that stole her from the moment when the peaceful hues of her youth blended into what was only an explosive, searing white. "