Standing still,
but not alone,
this is the call
a low and eerie tone.

The marching has all stopped,
as the wind has too,
all have stopped still,
all waiting, for what the other will do.

Days and nights, will pass,
and soon days to weeks,
weeks to years,
and years to eons.

And nothing will change.

Below the dirt, they all lie,
no more to worry,
no longer to fear
of having to die.

And so now alone, in the sea of green fields,
rolling hills, and flat plains,
never will they have to,
worry of feeling any of our human pains.

So here I am, paying my respects.
Standing still, but Not Alone.

Standing now, I feel the chill.
The chill or reality,
down to my bone.

Standing Still, but Not alone.
Nothing but grass. And silent stone.

Forever home, this is where they shall stay,
for they have earned it, every little bit of rest,
from now until the Rapture's Day.

Sixteen years, they have waited, to find their purpose,
a higher calling, than themselves
a goal worth proving, to succeed or else.

They were not brainwashed,
they were not manipulated by government, nor subtle hints,
nor were they under the influence,
of any kind of notorious and idiotic advisement.

They chose this route,
the route tougher than nails,
and hotter than Hell itself.

The way of the warrior.

To fight and defend,
to see victory as another day to live,
to assure freedom, shall never bend.

They who fought, with each breath,
hot and heavy bead of sweat,
gritted and ground teeth,
every broken and discolored nail.
They stood ready.
They stood.
They held their ground.
Securing our flanks, so that our enemy could not surround.

Now they rest,
as they well should,
if only they were treated the utmost respect,
as all man could.

Westburro Baptist Church, one of several protestors
against our dead, could you not leave us alone,
to our own morning instead?

You're arrogance has become your undoing,
it will be your end that the end of days shall be cluing!

Rest easy, warrior, as your brothers stand united,
rolling thunder, coming through,
rest easy, in the cool soft earth, dug out...just for you.

Rest easy, warrior, heart of the brave.
You have won the battle, and into an early grave.

You who gave all, we salute you once more,
we'll hear you laughing, as you toss the devils in Hell,
but we all know, you're just keeping safe,
our Heaven's door.

Now rest easy, At Ease, Marine, Poolie, Army, Navy, Airforce, and All.
You have given your answer to a crying call.

Rest easy, oh friend of mine, as I let the rainfall this sunny day,
rest easy, rest, as you may.

For you are now, forever home,
forever care-free, of being rich or poor,
forever resting,
forever more.

Oorah.

Lawd Almighty, high above all people and things
give me one mo' day to live my life
though a sinner that I am
just one mo day Lawd
have mercy on me please
to me asking on the blood of the Lamb.

I'm not innocent, Lawd you know
I've done things I ain't so proud of,
but Lawd I tell you just get me through
one mo' day, and that I say would be enough.

Lawd, this prayer ain't fo' me.
Not too much I say,
I just got a family to feed
just fo' another day.
Lawd give me strength,
and humble me please,
let me prayers be solid on my knees.

I'm dyin' Lawd,
but I've been blessed with many a days
to live by your good and gracious hand.
Lawd I'm ready to come on home if'n
you'll take me Lawd.
I hope I done right by you Lawd,
I hope and I pray,
to see my ma and pa
and tell'em I'm comin' on home now,
comin' on home to stay.

Amen.

Resistance is futile
so they told me.
They came, saw, and conquered all!
All those who did not flee.

So I did.

I was afraid
of them
of them
of them all.
I ran
and ran
away from their siren call.

I heard them
so I hid.

I ran far
but not enough
never enough.
"Join us, Join us, Join us"
They chanted and sang
the prancing of feet
and voices so loud
all the sounds my ear did they meet.

I was found.

And I regret nothing!

I lived a lonely life,
running around
running, running, always running.
And I suppose I hid in actual hopes that this power would find me.
Now I have kids and a wife!

Now they have.
And now I'm happier
than can be.

This power, this force that moves me so,
what is it, what is it that
I could be speaking of?

Love.

Aye, Love most wonderful,
delightful indeed.
Love most powerful unstoppable, unshakable.
Starts with a seed.

For resistance is futile,
don't you see?
Being in love, seeing that now,
I'm the happiest and richest I could ever be.

So don't run,
don't hide or fight,
trust me friend,
this was the rightest right,
I've ever felt.

Resistance is futile,
you will see,
soon you too will be happy.

Friend me, friend request sent,
this is all of our precious life-time now,
this is where all our waking hours
are all being spent.

Despicable, wretched humans,
filthy and lowly, as we rightly are,
we used to look to the skies just imagining,
just what else can we do to accelerate to the great beyond,
now we look at our laps and screen,
we say a lot of things as we type away,
but never know what our words truly mean!

Humans! Interact with one another,
but when it comes to life,
there's no way to distinguish
a relationship for a fling,
to a full on lover.

We can have a thousand friends, on one small list,
but of those thousand friends, how do you know that you'll be missed?
What's a number to you?
If you see the face but haven't got a clue?

We're all seeking attention,
that's the plain and simple truth.

Where have the days gone where we walked 5 miles
to get to the nearest phone booth?
Where letters
were better
than texting
and sexting
which I find
very vexing.

Why can't we appreciate
the times that we have,
and live a happy life,
find a love
and keep a wife,
now we are
full of strife,
and every heartbreak
is like a knife.

So we retreat
from the meet and greet
back to facebook,
and twitter
and other things,
instead of personal
one-to-one
personal
people findings.

We stalk and creep
we follow and our numbers we keep.
Our friends list go into the thousands,
overflowing with ignorance,
we replace ignorance with
insolence.

And knowing this
is irritating
debilitating
infuriating.

So friend me,
if you dare
talk for the moment,
then forget
without a care.

Or will you be different,
and know by name and face
the list of friends you have there?

Will you care?