Your battle scars defines who you are
Colorful and distinctly beautiful
Not like any other
Incomparable

You’ve witnessed restless nights
Those nights of pain and anguish
Partly memories of a distant past
That reminds you of an eternal sunshine

Clouds may be gray at night
Shadows may lurk from side to side
But remember that you are a beautiful scar

A scar that cannot be erased forever

The saying goes that men in the Army do more by 7 A.M. than I do in the entirety of my day, and waking up to you already dressed for the day while I am still
wiping the sleep from my eyes reminds me that your job isn't as simple as sitting in an office eight hours a day.
There is no preparation for the trepedation of waiting
for the call to come, "We need you to ship out."
There was no manual given to me when
I fell head over heels for you, that you,
my brave reservist, may actually take on foreign soil,
combat boots running, and how I, back on
home turf, am to remotely handle your absence when I can't go more than a nights sleep without your voice in my ear
and your arm wrapped around my torso.
This is the curse and blessing of a military relationship.
Holding you a little bit tighter in the night yet still waiting for the bed to be empty, keeping you hand in mine while keeping an eye on the phone.
And most importantly knowing that if that day comes, I'll be waiting for you when you step off the plane.
I'll be waiting.

I thought you'd live forever if I wrote you in these pages.
But nothings forever, nothing can live for many ages.
Pencil can be erased.
Stone crumbles to dust.
Ink can fade away.
Metals are doomed to rust.
It seems the only way, to keep your soul alive,
Is to keep you in our hearts, and never let it die.

Today,
I feel redeemed,
sorted,
sifted,
I have been screened.

I'm in the fold where I fold in two
being redeemed means
I do what I do.

Oh joy of joys all you girls and you boys
and the ploys of men can wait,
today
I am stately
not
a johnny come lately.

Today
I feel redeemed.

aka... to those who crave limelight


There seems to be this growing
social stigma
for individuals to need to
acquire the attention of others
and hit a homerun.

This very desire can lead one to ruin.

You see,
if you want to stand out so much
it will only be a matter of time before you do, one way or another.  
And to stand out is to separate one's self, and eventually enough separation
leads to...

...isolation...

...and then you're alone,
amongst your own,
and you will have put yourself there!

The trick to winning within the tribe,
is to become one of the tribe,
and be one with the tribe.

That's all

Easy.  ;^)

All Angeles assembled
Swords smilingly sharpened
And The Lamb is upon the Horse
Glittering with a crown
A day to replace antithetical.

Mercy upon Anti- God
Repentance shall then be a mystery
When he raises the armour
Blood Will after the wind
And the bodies will be denied breathe
Slain with a horned beast
Weeping and grinding the teeth
Endless fire upon the unfaithful.

Sounds of mercy calling
As Alleluia hits in Heaven
Eternal blazing with spear strikes
While the faithful seat with the most high
Only one shall rule and all shall bow
Like in the beginning Glory shall be restored Forever.

I am with you
here in this place
scanning with cool
and radiant eyes
Causing silver haired women
to pantomime
The Thing Thats Wrong With Us:
their heads shake
and their thumbs waggle in the air
like worms.

Our thumbs irk them,
patience wearing
thin as their lips.
They are so sad for us,
for our murderous stupidity.
They know
what is wrong:

because our empty carcasses
litter their living rooms
the busses they ride
the classes they teach
slumped
in the seats where we left them.

Heidegger said
that attention creates access to the world,
And we've crept away to the edge
dangling our attentions over the inviting precipice
like the sorcerer's apprentice
unsure
of how it all takes place
but certain
of it’s awesome power.
The well overflows
and we are swept away
as the women look on