Oops....

Well, if you read the last post you would know that I was a little mad. Well, I believe my justification for getting angry is valid, but I also believed that I overreacted. Perhaps, next time I will just go and work out before I right well I got to go work in 20 minutes so.... THIS IS MY OFFICIAL SORRY.... DON'T SAY NO ONE RECEIVED ONE!!!! : )

Marines are Civilians with more rules

Many people, including Marines believe that we don't have to deal with the same drama that normal people (civilians) have to deal. Well, I can be the first to say that the Corps is worse when it comes to everyday drama.

People get fired not for anything they did other than trusting others. It's funny because the responsibility is much higher for Marines. We are expected to be the equivalent of those under us. The phrase "The Direct Reflection of Your Command" is frequently used here.

A Marine was assaulted last night for the sole fact he was a Marine. I cannot go into detail in regards to all that happened because I do not want to get caught up in hearsay. Nonetheless, Marines are targets. Terrorists, the mass media, and anyone who thinks they are bigger and badder. The Marines I know have the same background for the most part. None, were genetically engineered fighting machines trained at birth to shoot someone at point blank. Let me say on my own representation, all we try to do is make your world safer. The fact that we have to do things that would make us bad ass or even "demonic", as some like to call it, is a misfortune. I would like to never have to destroy the family of another human being, but I have a family too and if you want to hurt mine you must be stopped.

Last but not least, the drama level here is substantially high. Someone can say something out of joke and defend his true position to his last breath. No one regards the message of the preacher but will revolt if they hear him swear. We are all human and make mistakes. Live and Love to fight another day. Focus on your own problems and stop worrying about my current situation. The only one who should be directly involved with my future should be those directly involved with that situation. I liked her yes. But a friendship is more important than anything else that a relationship could bring (that includes intimacy). I swear that if my friend no longer confides in me because of the bull that others said that I spoke out to defend, then as the famous "hurry up and wait Marine Corps phrase says", standby....

To our Soldier (and our MARINES!!!)

I just heard word that a good friend is engaged in his second tour to the Middle East. With that said let's please all take some time to remember those overseas (definately considering I shall be there probably by this time next year)

GOOD LUCK BRENT!!!

Here is another poem. I pulled these out so I could read them. I miss writing like this. I may have to start looking for inspiration.

An Angel Watches over Me

Falling from a broken life
With nothing at the bottom to save me
As i reach the flashing end
Something seems to have stopped me
An Angel with golden brown hair
Has saved me from myself

As She sets me down
i gaze into Her eyes
Two fields of green life
A natural beauty

She's flattered by roses
Which i picked for Her
She Cries when She sees the blood
Which i have shed for Her
Her tears have salted the wound
To help them to heal
But to bring more pain

She leaves me
To watch me
To warn me
To save me
But i shall no longer see my Angel
For if i do,
A devil She'd become

My Favorite Poem

I wrote this. It's not really a poem but whatever...

Do you care????

I couldn't make up my mind. You see she meant that much to me and like a spell placed upon my head she was hard to break. But who would want that. I would have rather been dead without her. She was my life support. Don't pull the needle out. My addiction. That attraction. That sin. Not lust but care That's what it is. God's punishment for loving something even more than that infant that he bore. Not the one in the manger of course but the one in the hospital's manager a month, three days before Jericho's walls came crashing, but his promise land is still far away. The streets paved with the milk and honey of treble clefs and guitar strings. Angels in the background singing on a stage packed to the masses with saints and sinners alike. Nobody fights. They just stand in amazement. Look at the freak, this is his show. Nobody knows of his troubles. It's hidden behind the makeup and the tricks. He's dressed from top to bottom just like the audience but nobody is copying anyone. That's a lie. Just like the secrets that everybody could easily guess. I just hope it really wasn't that big of a deal. Then why is the signature red and dripping with your soul. The contract wasn't signed with a pen but a knife. The devil with blues eyes won't give up, but she lives her life likes there's nothing wrong. The best part of this situation is she feels the same way towards me. Our chords aren't plugged in so everything we say goes unheard in the massive room. Full of mimes chattering away with each other with there secret language. That we could never comprehend. Bi-lingual, that's pretty cool. maybe for them but we sit in there chairs and they get everything out of us. Download Complete. But we aren't file sharing because I give but don't receive; is that fair? It's life who cares. Me and you, and you, and you. That still only makes two different people. Me and You. Like that could really make an army. I just want my podium and guitar. That will take me far enough to the library where I can scream and everybody hears. Of course, even there NOBODY CARES.

For Chan

I know I don't know all my poems but here is a start

http://www.allpoetry.com/suigeneris

Oh and if anyone else wants to read my poems feel free to

I recently reacquired The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. I recall the song "To Zion". The chorus opens with "And now the joy in my world is in Zion". It made me think where my joy has been transferred to now that I am not just a Marine but a Grown Man.

Joy in My Life
I remember being an isolated child that did not appreciate or enjoy his life. Whatever could cause an inkling of fun or interest was always wanted, no matter what the consequenses. Now, I seem to also think about the aftermath of the event before I make a decision on what exactly I should do. As I get older and more mature, the decisions will also.

My priorities are still somewhat whacked. That is part of growing up. I am getting better. I recognize the fact that my family will not always be there for me and I must tend for myself while showing my family that I enjoy them as well as appreciate them. Life is a balancing act and even though you may want to have fun on one side of the beam, you learn that the fun last a lot longer when the beam is balanced between fun and responsibility

Nick and Nora 2: The perfect Puzzle

It's the second time I've seen Nick and Nora's Infinite playlist. This music movie (not musical) is the best example of what love really is.

Love is Sacrifice
The type of love in friendship is a necessity. Giving up on perhaps your origional motives for the well being of those closest to you. Those near and dear to your heart. Just as Nora gave up several times on finding fluffy to help out her friend in need, sacrificing your goals for them can help you achieve the same objectives. Many times, my friends (not associates) have given up what they really wanted to assist me in my times of trouble.

Love is Music
Maybe not everyone is into recording their first epic experience in love, but the music that is playing in your head as you share that first intimate kiss or that dance or whatever it was that made you realize how much that person means to you. The words "I love you" accompany the melody to create a serenade truly amazing.

Love is Laughter
Looking back at the good times and seeing that is was the small thing that made everything about that person look great instead of good. A puzzle is a beautiful masterpiece but one piece seems so unimportant, but how much more beautiful is a complete puzzle than one with that solitary piece missing. Love is the full puzzle.

Well it seems that my puzzles have never been missing pieces. You get to the point where nothing else can be done. Then, you have to accept that and try to do another puzzle. Hopefully you find the box with all the pieces inside. Have fun putting it together.

29 Palms

Well, I've officially spent one full day at Twenty Nine Palms, California. I must say that I really like this place. It seems somewhat unforgiving though. I did not really hydrate before I got here and I noticed myself gasping for sand and air. I am already getting use to it though. My friends here are pretty cool. Once again, I have to reinforce that Marines, although they require a special type of determination that any one can possess, seem to have pasts similar to the experiences that I've had: family issues that they regret causing, a history of making overall bad decisions, and a determination to not let their past catch up with them.

I am looking forward to spending time with my mates and getting to know them better.

On the way here I sat back and looked upon myself in revelation and disguist. I could not believe that the 19 years spent on this Earth has inhabited nothing but fear, anguish, and overall lack of professionalism and bearing. Hopefully, I'm still climbing to the top (midpoint) of my life and there will be many more instances to learn from.

End Quote: "Growing up can only occur when you look back from a child and examine the differences."