Thursday, June 17, 2010
"Still here"
When it comes to my writing I'm very selective on the location of where I'm at. It's because I dive in to my writing and forget that there is still a world around me. All responsabilities gone, time is forgotten, just my thoughts to write. I need to be in a world that will not interfier with the flow of my writing. So there for, I mute the world around me by listening to my own kind of music. Right set of mind and I'm off to explore the thoughts in my head. That's how I write. Another excuse of not posting alot of writing. All I ask is to stay with me and enjoy my writing.
Monday, April 5, 2010
"A fable"
I'm at ease when I'm with you. No need to hide the love I have, it would only hurt me in the end.
The world seems to have vanished from our thoughts every time our heart's hear one another . The only real thing are the eyes I see staring right back; I know, she knows. The simple fact of life in just viewing your eyes, warms my heart deep inside me. It found a place I did not know of. Our lips are touching and my sight is locked onto your eyes. Too late to back out. I will go forward, the animal in me is in charge now. Your heart beat makes the passion flow threw out my body and soul.
Now, let me talk about that face -a feature only God could create. A one and only sculpture for me to see and cherish. Not only do your eyes capture me, they allow me see that face of yours every day, with eyes open or closed. Either way it is a joy to be alive around you. My finger tips let me know the smooth silky skin of yours. The simple joys of getting to know you is what I capture in my mind. No more, no less, just you and me. A fable that will never come to life.
The world seems to have vanished from our thoughts every time our heart's hear one another . The only real thing are the eyes I see staring right back; I know, she knows. The simple fact of life in just viewing your eyes, warms my heart deep inside me. It found a place I did not know of. Our lips are touching and my sight is locked onto your eyes. Too late to back out. I will go forward, the animal in me is in charge now. Your heart beat makes the passion flow threw out my body and soul.
Now, let me talk about that face -a feature only God could create. A one and only sculpture for me to see and cherish. Not only do your eyes capture me, they allow me see that face of yours every day, with eyes open or closed. Either way it is a joy to be alive around you. My finger tips let me know the smooth silky skin of yours. The simple joys of getting to know you is what I capture in my mind. No more, no less, just you and me. A fable that will never come to life.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
"FYI"
The V.A. still clogging my lifeline. The "benefits" I earned are still a good month to two behind.
This is angering me, why should I fight for my rights, I had enough fights to fill a lifetime. Are we not on the same team? Don't treat me like a number. I gave you my life, at least give me the respect I earned. The G.I. bill, a new pain in the ass for me on a life full of asses.
Why would the "govt" treat me like this now.
This is angering me, why should I fight for my rights, I had enough fights to fill a lifetime. Are we not on the same team? Don't treat me like a number. I gave you my life, at least give me the respect I earned. The G.I. bill, a new pain in the ass for me on a life full of asses.
Why would the "govt" treat me like this now.
Friday, February 12, 2010
"Lunch Tme"
All strangers, but with one thing in common. A selfless service to one's nation. My little well known community college, threw a luncheon on November 11, 2009. I went to meet other veterans such as I, because it's my duty. For some reason, I thought their would be someone from my military past, but that would not be the case. Just like in 2008.
I don't know who to thanks, the war or the school. This time around there was a good turn out. Before sitting down on the well arrange table, which had a floral arrangement in the middle as it's center piece, with no occupants yet. I approach a stranger and asked, "So, what branch were you." He replied, "Army, you?" I knew we would get along quit well for today's festivities.
The table filled up with all the military branches present. As always the Army had the superior numbers if it came to blows. The Coast Guard had one. Coast Guard, was a good shit talker. A third of the table was combat arms. Yep, we were the shit talking table by far. I had fun.
Everyone knew how it was and could relate to one's lifestyle.
The infantry a specialist and a sergeant, talking shit because that's what they did with one another. The mechanic, always with a funny story about some dumb ass in the motor pool or they performing infantry shit and hating it. The clerks, not much to say about them. One knows the type. The air force guys, sorry but four months of combat is not really combat. The marine, he wasn't the loud mouth fucking marine, but one could tell he was a marine. The table was full of characters.
At the end of the luncheon, an organizer of the event handed out a questioner for everyone to filled out. On the comments section many of us wrote "open bar"
I don't know who to thanks, the war or the school. This time around there was a good turn out. Before sitting down on the well arrange table, which had a floral arrangement in the middle as it's center piece, with no occupants yet. I approach a stranger and asked, "So, what branch were you." He replied, "Army, you?" I knew we would get along quit well for today's festivities.
The table filled up with all the military branches present. As always the Army had the superior numbers if it came to blows. The Coast Guard had one. Coast Guard, was a good shit talker. A third of the table was combat arms. Yep, we were the shit talking table by far. I had fun.
Everyone knew how it was and could relate to one's lifestyle.
The infantry a specialist and a sergeant, talking shit because that's what they did with one another. The mechanic, always with a funny story about some dumb ass in the motor pool or they performing infantry shit and hating it. The clerks, not much to say about them. One knows the type. The air force guys, sorry but four months of combat is not really combat. The marine, he wasn't the loud mouth fucking marine, but one could tell he was a marine. The table was full of characters.
At the end of the luncheon, an organizer of the event handed out a questioner for everyone to filled out. On the comments section many of us wrote "open bar"
Thursday, January 14, 2010
"my world"
Sorry for the long hiatus but the last couple of months had been busy, worried, and just full of life. My latest headache is school. If it's one thing its the other, I just can't catch a break from my non-understanding community college. Due to the lack of caring employees at the financial aid office my paper work was lost and I came home empty handed for financial aid. After finally talking to a person that cared it still didn't help my cause. Last fall semester was hard for me in school, life, and fatherhood. Wife was deployed for a month with the national guard, the V.A. dropping the ball on not been prepared to deal with the new G.I. Bill. Dealing to buy a books for school or feed the family with that money. I got a lot of fucking titles. Never the less I'm fighting, not winning. It takes a definite number of battles to win the war. I'm fighting a war of attrition. No matter how much it hurts it will be won. Since, I failed last semester the financial aid had a "real excuse" to turn me down. They simply didn't want to admit they screw up my paper work when I was a well qualified candidate. What's one more year of been poor. Good thing I got a lot of experienced on that, not my wife though. I make sure to tell her it's not the end of the world, but it's just another pebble on the path we walk together. We still got each other for support and communication. Family is in good health. I'm just grateful to what I have.
Born in the second poorest country in Latin America, survived two wars, one as a child and the other as an adult. It has made me understand what life is really about. My wife grew up without her government been corrupt, no civil war to experience and most of all she is "We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America." That sums up my wife, Alisha. I really respect that about her.
I really do see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm just tired of walking to it.
I came to the conclusion that I won't have the great civil engineering carrier I was after. It wasn't for the lack of trying, just the realization of "who" I'm really are as a person. Plan B. I have experienced life in many different environments that some have not and that road leads me to teaching. I'm sure my "two cents" will make one a dollar. I want to end up as a professor for a community college or teach at a well known college. The ones that "mommy and daddy" paid their kids to go to, so they can put their "tech" sticker on the family minivan.
Looking back at it now it would have been better for me to get my A.A. in liberal arts instead of engineering. Aim high, if that doesn't work then one knows the way down. Going for the gold has cost me a lot of headaches and the realization of the bullshit bureaucracy of college.
After dropping out of high school I went to Nova, I studied what I wanted and when I wanted it and not caring if I passed or failed. I wanted to educate my self and taste it for my self. Once I stopped going to Nova (Northern Virginia community college) my G.P.A classified me as a student that only achieved 0.9 . The "bureaucrats" didn't understand the person just the number and they based their thinking's on that. What a waste of college educated staff and judging a book by its cover. They simply don't want to turn the page or should I really say listen to the person.
When I came back to Nova, I made the Dean's list and other achievements that I did not seek or wanted. The "bureaucrats" love what a great turn around I achieved, but I was still the same guy. I hate tittles. That's all the masses see. Look and listen at the person and judge it for one's self.
I'm only after learning and expanding my horizons. This world loves to give out tittles left and right. I'm the kind of person that could care to shits about tittles. The only tittle I really seek is been the best dad to my kids. To the general masses that like tittles to measure a man's worth they will see it hanging on wall of my bathroom.
Born in the second poorest country in Latin America, survived two wars, one as a child and the other as an adult. It has made me understand what life is really about. My wife grew up without her government been corrupt, no civil war to experience and most of all she is "We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America." That sums up my wife, Alisha. I really respect that about her.
I really do see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm just tired of walking to it.
I came to the conclusion that I won't have the great civil engineering carrier I was after. It wasn't for the lack of trying, just the realization of "who" I'm really are as a person. Plan B. I have experienced life in many different environments that some have not and that road leads me to teaching. I'm sure my "two cents" will make one a dollar. I want to end up as a professor for a community college or teach at a well known college. The ones that "mommy and daddy" paid their kids to go to, so they can put their "tech" sticker on the family minivan.
Looking back at it now it would have been better for me to get my A.A. in liberal arts instead of engineering. Aim high, if that doesn't work then one knows the way down. Going for the gold has cost me a lot of headaches and the realization of the bullshit bureaucracy of college.
After dropping out of high school I went to Nova, I studied what I wanted and when I wanted it and not caring if I passed or failed. I wanted to educate my self and taste it for my self. Once I stopped going to Nova (Northern Virginia community college) my G.P.A classified me as a student that only achieved 0.9 . The "bureaucrats" didn't understand the person just the number and they based their thinking's on that. What a waste of college educated staff and judging a book by its cover. They simply don't want to turn the page or should I really say listen to the person.
When I came back to Nova, I made the Dean's list and other achievements that I did not seek or wanted. The "bureaucrats" love what a great turn around I achieved, but I was still the same guy. I hate tittles. That's all the masses see. Look and listen at the person and judge it for one's self.
I'm only after learning and expanding my horizons. This world loves to give out tittles left and right. I'm the kind of person that could care to shits about tittles. The only tittle I really seek is been the best dad to my kids. To the general masses that like tittles to measure a man's worth they will see it hanging on wall of my bathroom.
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