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Then I walked the halls with purpose. A façade…lacking its own reason. Half of me was all knowing and the other half was lost ten fold within the layers of life's distractions. Disappointment Abound, like gold in the wheat field I looked for answers. I had given more than before and yet I was still presented with a broken mirror. I would no longer accept such things, they were of my doing so I had complete control. Right? Control My minds desire, succeed and reach out for the wander's hand. And so I was in new hallways with a new purpose but I still had lost, my hand continuously gripping the anchors rope that I can never let g

The shot fired and the young panicked, the experienced stood there, ready to stand it. Whatever "it" may be. The cold, food with mold, strain on the body, strain on the mind. The young would change, it was only in due time. Become the statue, the trained body, ready to follow through, adapt to obscure your mind from reality but be an efficient soldier through and through. Pick up your gun and ammunition, it is a part of you! Bring this fight to full fruition! Or stay behind and pay no mind, if you want to leave your honor and country behind.

There is a void in your heart, it started to seep right from the start. A thick mess, hostile negativity it represents. Such an uncivilized desire, possession of goods, lands, power and lives, every word spoken laced with cruelty and lies. Choose your message, choose your weapon, Take up your post, defend your position. Upon a glance, you've gone away, So many signs that your promises would never stay. Congratulations, you've made us a fool, but be aware that never again will your people trust you. So hard to attain, worse to retain, and now that you've lost it, never to regain.

Once again I found myself traveling down the road. Layered with rocks the crunch underneath my tires is pleasant and brings me comfort; as does this place. I can't help but feel clam in this solitude that makes me feel anything but alone. The layouts within this cemetery are beautiful, and I intended to capture them with my camera –but when I saw the stone in place where I expected a simple marker, everything changed. I parked my car in the same spot I always do –on the right side of the road where two large threes meet and shade the spot. I got out of the car abandoning any possessions I carried nothing but my soul and my heavy he

I looked in vain trying to find his name on one of the stones; horrified at thinking I would be unable to find him I drove down the dirt roads straining my eyes. My vision was clouded by the tears that betrayed me (but I had justifications) as I dialed the church rectory in haste. The pastor, Father Bob, is a man filled with compassion, there is not enough room in his tall frame to contain it, and it overflows like a river stream in spring after the first rain. His voice was warm and it comforted me, if only for a moment as I struggled to speak. "I can't find him." I managed. He cleared his throat and asked. "Who can't you find?" "Shane"

It is the first night where the heat of the day is present. Radiating off my skin only to over and press upon me with the weight of boulders None of this, however, matches the pain I had felt through my back, my spine, my shoulders. I do not say so falsely when I tell you what I saw. It was quick -the aftermath, and yet so painful. This feeling surfaced represented within a physicality one that I never knew existed, and they were so very raw, and some seemingly twisted. In the distance there stood a figure. But wait! Distance closing I realized he was running with vigor. The naive part of me took control and logic was lost,

With reckless abandon, life gone away. The world was heart broken, our sorrow intense! Then you came into my life the next day, Consoling sorrow, your kind words caress. Warmth overpowering, love excelling. It is overwhelming with passion true. Brother? Lover? You're none less compelling Sunrise to sunset my heart beats for you. Beat still with silence in trepidation, It's be bold, were sound to pour uncontrolled, Lest forbid we part I hold my station. Suns warmth, the risk too great, to be so cold. Gone long from your presence I do desire, Torch of light, you're the flame that inspires!