Saturday, July 16, 2005
Every Well
Here ya go kind of a follow up to Making a Stand. It's short and sweet. Hope you see some of the phycology in this whole American dream thing witht his one. Every Well Every well I dig is dry. My thirst can’t be quenched. Where does the water go? I seems I merely get a sip. Then the ground is dry. In my struggle to quench this thirst, I see those that do not go with out. I see their wells are full. Those who come collect, what I barely have to give. Yet if I cease to dig, that sip I’d cease to...
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Making a Stand
Making a Stand A shadow casts over you. As I make my stand. The light we share filtered out, from you shrinking in doubt. Carelessly you’ve tossed us about. Now its time for me to shout. It’s time for me, for us, to take charge, toss you from the top that keeps you living large. It’s time I make my stand, and leave you in the devil’s hand. It’s time I take your silver platter. Then leave you atop your broken ladder. I stand to speak my mind, leaving you my thoughts unkind. You left us to...
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Home Comming Prologue
This year has been long and hard. As you all know that soon my wife and I will be reunited soon. What you don’t know is all of the lines in between. How did we come to point A to get to a point B. You really need to know these things if you are to know anything else. Prologue My life was going great. I was at the top of the world. It was January 2004. I had just started my second semester of college. I had moved off campus and in to an apartment with my girlfriend. Liz and I had been friends for...
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Friday, July 15, 2005
What a Post!!!
Quite litterly. I am so shocked by this, well i don't even have words for it. At this very moment right this second, there is a American flag not being properly displayed. I'll tell you where it is. It's on my post!!! I have walked by it now for two nights. Each night I have become enraged as the flag is not lit up. I raised a flag, lowered a flag, then folded it for the last time. It was in honor of a fallen comrade here on my post. I can expect a normal American to do this. Matter of a fact...
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The Refugee
Here is a poem that was inspired by one of the cutest faces I had ever seen. She was a little refugge. She was just as sweet as she could be. Truly a child. It broke my heart when she walked away. It hard to see them and wonder how much longer on this earth do they have. It is truly sad. This poem is for her. Though she'll never read it, I wrote this for her. The Refugee She came to me, as I watched my post. Her skin was powdered with dirt. Her Hair was wild and unkempt. She wore a tattered...
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