The temporal character of human

As I sat and read today, an innocent approached. Whilst imbibing my caffeine, and relishing my nicotine, I was provided a simple, fleeting glimpse of the beauty that remains no matter what travails parallel. I didn't learn her name, or that of her brother. Her younger sisters name is Nicole. Such bright eyes. When offered a flower, so simply and sincerely, I accepted. Random kindness of the purest sort. Three young children. All with the most concise inroads into the tumultous mind of a soldier in his state of ungrace. Just a small violet bloom. Scrounged from the surroundings of material trappings that simply cannot compare to that superb pleasure of clearest devotion to curiousity and unabashed life.

Nice relief, as not bas-relief.

Vices

So, it has been said differently, but it means the same: Advice is the worst Vice.

I disagree.

Love is the worst vice. At least, it seems to be mine.

Would I be better off hollow? Empty? Selfish?

What is your vice? -drinking, smoking, cursing, etc do NOT count, those are fleeting....I mean a REAL Vice.....

Not really then, but later, and now, as I am turning

to the respite. There I recline into the dreamscape. Whither, I know not, nay, less how, but I seek you. Yours are a tumult and mayhap a truth. Mine are my dominance, as I am never thwarted whence I alight. I abandone mine to stand astride your path of fears. Mine will awaite my resurgence there.....The beginneth 'o my eve is the nigh of thine, I shall come to you. Ye shall possess my guarded pauldron to alight the visage I so value thereupon. My shield a revetment, my sword free to sojourn. Heart captured and soul driven.

Whence Cometh

Immolated once, by the downpour

Drenched, by the embers

Forgotten time and again by the rememberance

Remembered by a lost legacy

Feel me, stone

Hold me, emptiness

Meandering through the peace of my restless mind

Stand aside, ocean

Submit, mountain

Sought upon my endless voyage

Variegated time and again the same

Simulated reality to keep me dependable in my unpredictability

How did you get here, lonesome leaver?

Why did you stay, abandoner?

In the name of anonymous, give me something worthless!!!!!!!!

What don't you understand, dreamer?

This is YOUR nightmare I dream of, not mine.........I am come

Need saving? Oh, hell, why didn't you say so?

Call on me, I'll leave a message to get you the thing you least want

I'm good at that

But I am better at being less than the rest, and more than YOU'D ever expect!

Define the meaning of being me-what has more value than an answer?

Did you see this as a conundrum?

I heard it was deafening

Of course, you could have just told the truest lie possible

Would that work?

Does a slave work?

Does and employee slave?

Behind the eyes of children, we find the truth we once thought we should have been but now admit can never be....

Why is that?

Did I lose something intangible? Did you?

I can't fix your mistakes

I can't make you see that your past is not my future

Try and try again

Never leave the keeping

Faith is only misplaced when it is replaced

Much too

*Yawns* Me tired.



Much too divested of time to be as, and do as, I please. I consistently discover myself wandering in reverie of the amazing nature of the people in my life. Perchance random folk, but truly my pattern's stitching and strands. Those with whom I work, to the loves I have lost and in so learned, and moreover even than any other, those loves that have never abandoned me in my mistakenly human actions-you are what makes me....ME. I am proud to be who I am, and prouder still that I call so few, and yet such a stalwart few, friends.

Just a reminder

I am alone, not lonely. Single. Unattached. NO LOVE INTEREST!!!!! I can't have one anyway, as time has shown. Add to that, the fact that I am in the army, and it keeps me rather.....ahem....mobile....and well, who the fuck wants to deal with that?

Not everyone who should is reading this, but hey, some might.

I love my friends. All of them. There are many people that are 'friends' and there are a select few that are far more. I love them more, no offense to the rest.

I have siblings. They are not the same, and I do not love them the same.

Some of my friends have been romantic interests of mine in the past. They are not now. I did not stop loving them. If anything, it has allowed me to recognize how strongly I care about them, even more than I ever thought I could.

My other friends? My love for them has grown too, over time. I consider some to be brothers, and some to be sisters, but I do not love them that way. I love them in a different, sometimes stronger, way. Because they CHOOSE me as a friend. Family cannot choose.

One who chooses to love you, one who TRULY loves you, for you, and no other reason, can, when the chips are down, be worth more than all the family one could wish for......If you read this, and don't understand it, sorry.

Those that may love me

Thanks. Maybe I don't say it often enough. I am glad you are out there. You save me time and time again. Sometimes way before I even need it.