screaming.
fighting.
living.
dying.
breathing.
slipping.
falling.
striving.
finding what i always wanted.
Her.
She is worth everything.
THats all i have to say

life

Change.
People change yet they stay the same.
I have changed so much yet.
Im still the same.
same music still brings the same feelings.
Still have the same scars from my past.
Move forward from them.
My life.
A chalange.
yet. a part of me is gone.
the depressing part.
the part of me that could write anything he wanted and have it be gone from my mind.
i gess im done with writing for a wile....

byond the blue ocean.
the blue blue ocean....
the waves so fiting.....
the blue hue...of whats so few came to knew.
the blue hue of that dark moon.
the blue hue of the dark waves.
slowly turning into blak.
the blakness of the dark waters.
The light gone so far away.
yet the dark waters are so bright.

200

hmm wow 200
well this one actuly has meaning and perpous....

Forgive and forget.
To the people of my past I forgive you.

its the past its gone.

This week end was just what I needed to stop and find myself.
I know I put my self in harms way doing what I want to do.
Its not just me anymore besides my voices.
I have some one that cares about me.
The me she gets.
Hers.
The same me.
yet so diffrent.
The me that understands now.
I just hope things go the right way.
war is a terrible thing.
afganistan.
well its better than doing nothing.
I know what i did.
My fight.
But not just my life anymore.
My life is whole now.
Its funny how two shatterd peaces of glass cut every one who touches them.
Yet together they fit together.
as if made for the other.

so I will leave you with this.
A person that served in the armed forces "every one sould do at least two years in the armed forces."
A rich civilian "some one needs to serve in the armed forces....just not me."

we dont take atthing with us when we go.
yet all the things we leave behind.
everything.
So why worry about everything?
You end up leavning it all behind.
but the question you ask is.
what did i leave behind?
I know what i leave.
Yet everythig I do is worth it.
I know i will leave somthign behind.
" A hero need not speek, For the world will speek for him when he is gone."

i fight for my reasion
i fight to protect people.
i fight for what i love
i fight for my rights
i fight so others wont haqve to.
i fight so things wont get lost.
i fight so we can live and let love

riflemans creed

This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than the enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit.
My rifle is human, even as I am human, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy

lfe gose on

one of the truest things about me...
my morals.
my fuck ups.
i promised to protect the people i care about.
to be there for them.
yet the people that get close to me always get hurt somhow.
thats why i never let people close to me.
my pain.
the pain i feel fromt hem.
my bigest flaw.
the burden i bear.
the pain of the people.
a gardians flaw.
a wariors weakness.
my mistakes.
the promises i couldnt keep.
thats why i dont get close.
thats why i dont speek much.
thats why i dont care as some would say.
thats why im an asshole.
because you have no fucking clue to have 7 compleate people in your head.
you have no fucking clue what its like to be me.
only a few will ever know.
the people that figured it out.
yet whats gone is gone.
whats here is here.
and everything is somewhat ok for once.
peace in my life.
somtimes now since i changed.
since i got what i wanted.
the pain isnot as bad.
but then again its just me.
hopfully i get to go to afganistan b4 its apeace keeping mission....
but
w.e life gose on.

forever

somthing new.........
its harder you think to not care.
its just somtimes i wish i didnt care so much about people.
just make my way.
be the shadow that i tend to be.
the past still gets the best of me.
yet the present still kicks my ass
and the future....
fuck that......
knowing sucks.
being one yet torn sucks.
not being one sucks.
being me sucks and rocks at the smae time.
the big picture........
what is it?
the thing that still gets me somtimes.
change.....



ok time for somthing i wrote....
gliding thought the darkness of the night.
runng though the dark woods in nmy simple mocs.
running.
the dim light of the moon to guide my way.
yet i know i will never out run it.
never out run myself.
can i fight it forever?