#valor
Hay algo en ti que vale mucho, pero aún no han descubierto que tiene valor.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
The moon is nourishing its place to spread the light,
It is a sign of beauty, hope, valor, kindness, joy, and it has a specific approach for every eye.
The moon is having a mysterious experience for every eye,
It is the emperor of the sky at night of its time.
The moon is a friend of children and loners,
It is not a desire seeker, a prisoner, loneliness and luminous, confrontational.
The moon is not just a sphere, it is a whole world in itself.
It is thrower of light, a thrower of peace.
It is a thrower of future, even from a distance.
It is a moon, having a mysterious inner personality for its experience.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 7:56 AM UTC
pick ‘em apart -
there’s lot to learn.
speak not -
‘fore it’s your turn:
your words soak dry, maybe -
try a different language;
be sure to see it through, for there’s
comfort beyond the anguish.
more choices, less free;
locked in - can’t find the key;
saw through misery, yet
tough as a tree;
a knight of the absurd,
you bend the knee.
this isn’t the first time
you’ve hit the brick wall.
dash your *** with a pinch of salt -
stir it good, nice and easy;
get a good whiff of that
rare destiny.
for every tear,
there’s a heart that swells -
twice the thought of an oyster shell;
you’re a huntsman through the fall,
not for the wolves to prey;
they wait for you -
to make the wrong turn;
find another way.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 6:59 AM UTC
It been awhile
I took some hits
Had some falls
A blunder really
I come to Terms I might be a failure
Or it might be a rut
No I'm not sad can't say I'm happy either
For now I will take this first step
For I know myself
And with all the money you have you can't save you from yourself
That to me is my Wake up call
That I live with myself
As long as I
Try....
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 1:48 AM UTC
Brimming with lachrymose does not define you as weak
Blades lacerating and make you bleed
The heat of the pain giving you distress
Like a lion, you fight it and don't let it own your body and make you numb
You are the strongest person I know
You are a Knight but you don't live by your sword
You live by your truth
Gone are the days when success of a woman was beyond the pale
When they said you couldn't
You stood with hands at akimbo and said "watch me do this"
It's not hard to notice the impeccable beauty and qualities you exhibit
Kindness and generosity
Such charisma is contagious
Did I tell you, your smile is Infectious
When you speak, the whole world listens
I believe in the bro code
Doesn't mean I will hurt a lady
Will always cheer you up on each and every victory
You repel the dogma and make your own rules
Each time you are around it feels like school
'Cause there's something new we learn from you
You that breathed a life in me
Will find a way for me
That's why I believe you are God's greatest creation
God's master piece
I have a seed growing called hope inside of me
For a better world
And it starts with letting you in
Something unquestionable is the strength of a woman
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
I don't regret nothing it's nothing wrong with trials or disappointments or hell failure
How will you grow, how will you learn to succeed
How will you come to be better than the last time mistakes are a given
Key focus and effort
is all you need to know
If you truly are valued..but..
If you can't forgive how can you truly live
I am thankful
That
I Can
breathe
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
I think
Therefore I am
I want to be greatest
Of all time
Actually I'd settle for
Being the greatest me
I can possibly be
So I guess no regrets
Pretty much impossible
To regress
God I only pray
For success
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 6:46 AM UTC
Alright, Darkness
You’ve held me captive so long
I stopped fighting
I let you consume my mind, my being
But I did not rest idly
I gathered my strength
And now I will reach yet again
For the sword I had sheathed
I will fight
I will wage war
To protect myself
To save myself
I’ve rested well
And now with my sword in hand
I will banish you from my heart
I will reach out to the light
And be filled again
With life
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
I've been fighting so long
In this awful, ****** war
I'm deeply tired
Wounded, scarred
I want to surrender
The voices screaming
"Give up," "You can't win"
"You'll never escape this"
"You'll never escape us"
I want to surrender
But there's this force within
Keeping me breathing
Swinging my sword
When my own strength fails
I want to surrender
I am reminded by it
That I can't give up now
There are better things coming
My fight cannot end here
I want to surrender
I suppose, there must be
Courage inside of me
Because despite its allure
I have yet to give in
I want to surrender
And it is the act
Of overcoming this desire
That proves to me
I fight with valor
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
the history and indoctrination of infantry
infant re
cruits
de rim u derimu, I count (old high irish)
gityeirishup, er shut yer leprechaun trap,
clap three times, spit wit the wind.
reason countable
you are trained to focus, aim,
miss, aim, miss, aim miss, come let's
cipher this thang out,
raison d'etre,
and all...
aims,
though misses all
count for nothing,
valenced by
one heartfelt hit t' knock the lie right.
old man re
crew recurrent reason to let this be re
al, always, already re
pulsing
pulsing
pulsing
aim, loose... spit wit'thwind...
---- war seen from after his jet died--
---- vicarious warriors can't match
---- the missing memories.
Prisoners enobled warriors endurent
indoctrined to prevail
"did I train well enough to do my job?"
Win the war. Right, that was your job,
all along.
What?...
no will to win a war without a reason
not willing to question
reason
authority doctrines in undated
rulebooks only lawyers
can read, that's a rule.
sacrifice and suffering un
common valor *** common
virtue
how do you win?
-- my guess, really
love my enemies. As good a way to die
as any I've tried.
-----
war stories on youtube. imagine that and
sure as hellen highwater was easy
I gotta call armchair-back o' the arm
bullshistory,
as I wipe a smeared memory
bullsss'it... RTOs don't walk point,
not back when you had
the radio, or said y'did,
nor did ye rereguard, when you
have the radio, Pr'ck 25
(like a cell phone
weighing 25 pounds, with a 5 mile range,
and no data. One to a team, as we
squellch squellch out) Nah, the guy's
lying, but it will hurt his kid's feelings,
if I say so,
or
he could believe his own hero myth,
I do.
---- nah, war stories are all we remember
ever after, happy as helen highwater was
to find you after fifty years
on facebook.
***
FTA, it don't mean nuthin'
it was so
silly, this is not the way it's supposed
to be, we
were the redcoats.
We were hanging Johnny Tremain Ngyuen,
wasting the last crawling,
man,
the first starlight scope flash
bright green white
FNG popped a flare.
--- when do we call ******** ---
For the price of a baseball cap, a fool
can claim honor other fools died for.
Silly little war. Eighteen thousand
eleven bravos of aver
age age
Twenty-two.
Ooh ooh, like Pappa Doc 22 voodoo
doopy doo doopy doo
Duvalier, Ton Ton M'coo
hey. okeh
we got you. You thought crazy,
now you can stop.
--- there was a war and nobody won.
--- safe. passed madness has passed on.
--- see what good you may imagine done.
--- work that out, without making enemies.
April Fool. Why has this day always been about me?
Ask yourself. There exist
degrees of foolishness, none fashionable beyond
twenty-two.
footnote: https://www.uswings.com/about-us-wings/vietnam-war-facts/
Who has a guess why facebook would refuse a link to this page. ***** about it.
Census Stats and “I Served in Vietnam” Wanabees
1,713,823 of those who served in Vietnam were still alive as of August, 1995 (census figures).
During that same Census count, the number of Americans falsely claiming to have served was: 9,492,958.
As of the current Census taken during August, 2000, the surviving U.S. Vietnam Veteran population estimate is: 1,002,511. This is hard to believe, losing nearly 711,000 between ’95 and ’00. That’s 390 per day. During this Census count, the number of Americans falsely claiming to have served in-country is: 13,853,027. By this census, FOUR OUT OF FIVE WHO CLAIM TO BE VIETNAM VETS ARE NOT. This makes calculations of those alive, even in 2017, difficult to maintain.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
Where is the anger, wrath untold
For these young men that go to die,
In foreign fields where we behold,
Bright plumes of poppies where they lie.
Words can’t explain the tears that well,
For sons and brothers lost to life,
Too soon the ringing of that bell,
The rousing epitaph, the doleful fife.
And yet in youth there is no fear,
To follow bugles sounding proud,
The thought that death be quite so near
Drowned out by voices shouting loud.
Forward they go brothers in arms,
As if a wave breaking on shore,
Courage undoubted, impervious to harm,
They follow destiny to history’s lore.
For those that lived beyond the slaughter,
Their lives now changed for evermore,
Gone is the youth, the raucous laughter,
In a recurring nightmare of blood and gore.
Award posterity the wrongs of war,
Our solemn duty merely to remember,
All those brave souls that went before,
Their memory a bright everlasting ember.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
Brown Hair
Blue Eyes
Big Smile
Strip him down bare
See if he cries
He is just a child
Stripped of his armor
Where is his valor?
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
Sir Knight, Sir Knight
please hear their plight
Beasts are attacking the land
They target the weak
the gentle and meek
It's time to take a stand!
but Sir Knight, Sir Knight
why show you such fright?
How quickly your courage fades
"I surrendered my sword"
said the cowering lord
"and let beasts devour the maids"
I see, Said I
as I tried not to cry
You lack both a sword and a spine
Those you swore to protect
now lie derelict
you are no hero of mine
Although I have no sword
I shall serve as their ward
and show there is still honor in men
I will fight for the weak
for the broken and meek
I'll not allow monsters to win.
Reader what about you?
Will you join in too,
and fight with sharpened blades?
or will you sit in the dust
as your sword starts to rust
and beasts devour the maids
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
All the wars they fought
for
No courage was lost,
for the lives that lay before
Although many hurdle posed ahead,
Keeping their eyes on the prizes,
They never backed down or afraid.
Sometimes they failed, cried otherwise
Fade up,
yet restored their faith
as they paid the price.
Violently and wisely, consumed with rage
But fear never had a place to engage;
Band of men fought with honor and pride,
Drive by the fire inside
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
People used to keep their words
Even till death. But,
Today, honor has no values
For the truth hides behind shadows;
Yet, it is the perfect first
punching lies, told
That could swing and put,
One’s heart and mind to a ground,
And go home a winner with a gold.
Liars are the current valors.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
There are different wells in your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.
In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That ‘love’ is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.
Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them in a blanket to protect you.
There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
for that.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
to begin is always scary
difficult and beyond grasp
to stay stagnant however;
dreaming the same dream
and not doing anything
afraid of change and discoveries
unwilling to fly
I guess it is more frightening
Than taking the first steps
That would lead you
To wherever
As long as it is not the same place.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
MY valor is my doubt,
His Love is my fear,
My utmost qualities -
To him; lowly appear.
Lest I improve,
For his beloved need;
The highest King -
Shall speak his loving creed.
Chain me to my abhorrent abode,
Of his discontent -
At the Altar of the church,
Unto my sacrament.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
There he is
the loudest guy in the bar
Boasting about clandestine OPS
and battles he’d ‘prefer not to remember’,
But he does,
because he has an audience
There he was in Ramadi, Korengal,
Tikrit, Kandahar, pinned down by dozens,
no hundreds, of enemy fighters.
His best mate, was hit by shrapnel or an enemy round.
He screams for Doc
But no help comes
The barroom hero
applies a compression bandage,
but the blood continues to flow through his fingers
Minutes pass, his buddy worsens.
Doc arrives, finally.
The buddy is stabilized and loaded onto a stretcher
He’ll be on the first bird out
The battle hardened warrior continues his tale,
regaling his table with airstrikes, CQB, and
taking the battle to the enemy.
Someone asks, “What unit were you in?”
He replies proudly, “The Second Ranger Battalion.”
You set your own beer down and spin from your chair.
You make your way from your table to his.
You place a silver coin upon it,
“Second Ranger Battalion,” you say,
“Coin Check.”
The color drains from his face
Fear in his eyes and an ‘Oh **** expression on his face,
He stammers something about being ‘attached’
and having orders for Ranger School once.
Your icy glare tells him that he’d better
**** and **** before he is no longer able to do either.
He throws a $20 onto the table and finds his way to the door.
******* ****
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Here we lie beneath the poppies
Blowing in the Flanders air
Do not forget our sacrifice
Do not forget that we were there
Young men forged in heat of battle
Neighbors, brothers, sons
Lost in time, with just our markers
Lost to lie, beneath the sun
Remember us as men of valor
Remember what we came to do
We came, and died, do not forget us
We gave our lives up, just for you
Forget us not, beneath the poppies
Where the sky is no longer dark
Remember us as long dead heroes
We came, we fought, we left our mark
Forget us not, please pass the torch on
Forget us not, more than this day
Forget us not, we were all soldiers
And we remain so....all the way!!!
Forget us not....
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
Be smart be alert
Do not hide the truth my friend
Defend the truth until the end
RW Dennen-
Come my brothers and sisters
let us be basked in the sun of glory
Be we the tears that fall
surrendered on cheeks that tell their tale
Let slavery's master-yoke be broken
and cast away
Come my brothers and sisters
and so do join in our power's struggle
to lend a better day
Come my brothers and sisters
may your shining soul be at rest
Come be as neighbors no matter far away
let our colors merge one into one is one;
let racism fade away
and let rest us upon the immovable stone
of brotherhood; so powerful we are
And so too awaits our resolve enlightened by
our hearts of day
Then tear that awful blind of ignorance
and sing our song till all merge into one
And laud that peace that will increase good tidings to us all
Be that light until that sight
when colors merge and BROTHERHOOD,
to never go away...
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
Through the serpentine path
Concealed from prying eyes
Walks the courageous heart
Towards a destination unknown
Numerous fangs, ready to bite
To inject the venomous intent
And incapacitate the heart
Seeking the unachievable
The braveheart dodges hurdles
Stares down fear itself
Arduous journey takes its toll
Small sacrifice to reach the pinnacle
Where none have been before
Will be written in folklore
Valiant one who walked the path
None dared to tread before
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC