All around me, I find my influence,
Of all these things, I try to make sense,
Even in a perfect picture, of the perfect dawn,
It remains inside me, that which drives me on,
Never a complaint, nor the harshest scolding,
Could open my eyes to what my hands were holding,
And while I search for whom I want to be,
This self-realization has set me free.

A Soldier.

When you look into your dreams and see your

brothers beside you with a helmet, a gun, trenched

in mud listening to his voice the best you can…

among the gunfire..

you think the sky is falling down.

You know i have achieved alot today. I got my

own apartment…a nice apartment. Its mine. I

got a big screen t.v with surround sound with a

xbox 360….a polar bear rug, full kitchen set.

But you know what i really don’t give a damn.

i got money online in poker…i am just waiting

for my bonus to clear…but i really fucking

dont give a damn…i dont fucking care…I dont give a damn.

But do you know why i don’t give a fucking monkey rats fucking a.s.s(excuse my profanity….i am just writing what i think). It’s because….in life..in life……it don’t mean a damn thing. What means the most to me is my soldiers.

I speak to you in Truth…i Speak to you in volume…..i Speak to you as my brother…..Charles Dustman i speak to you alone as my Brother.

We never see each other but i think…….i think….i wish to know….that it will change very soon…God Willing.

I don’t know much of what to say but you are a good soldier and i would be proud to die for our country in your platoon. If you were to die in my arms….you would achieve the Medal Of Honor my brother. Don’t ever forget our memories…..our words.

I am far from a soldier….The real soldier’s are fighting for our freedoms as we sleep peacefully in our deluxe apartments and vacation sweets. The real soldiers are fighting for our way of being an American…..they are sleeping in harms way in a TENT for God sakes. Keep reading my passages you will soon relize my way of thinking….I give no pity for the rich….i dont worship their money,…they never really deserve it.

You know i have a dream……if i do….if  i do make it in my day.  I am a very great poker player online….and live. Once i take from the rich. I will give it back to the children….i will cherish the America’s poor with toy’s. That is my dream…..and i will live my dream…or die trying.

This is for our SOLDIERS!!!!!!!!

God Bless Everyone

You know….

I am just but a simple man.

I do love…..i do hurt….i do cry…i do feel. When

i write today….i write because there is something

inside of me that tells me to….because i do feel.

I dont write very much nor do i wish to because

i don’t want to….let me put it this way i don’t

want to think when i write i just want to write

what i feel…..do you understand?…….

for i am just a simple man.

It’s always good to think about what u write but

to me it isnt the same. When you pause amongst

yourselves or you think of something smart to

say it doesnt mean didly squat to me for i am

just a simple man.

When you correct yourselves in the appropiate way for knowone to relize you did….i don’t care. When i write i write because i feel like i should write..not for you…but for me.

I am just a simple man that i do care more then the average man…my heart pumps faster….my desire to feel…my desire to accomplish is the same or better.

but still i a am a simple man.

I will love my family…..i will always love my family…i will protect my family…i will DIE…for my family..i will.

I will fight for my country, i will stand up for what’s right..

I will.

But still i am a simple man.

I had a sudden glance or vision as i was riding
to the store. It was like any other ride as my legs

where moving fast as they should but only faster

because i told them to push faster.

Then i stopped….i looked around me and i paused

for a moment….i stopped. I looked up at the sky

only to see our wonderful blue sky we see each day

. I glanced at all the people moving in cars beside

me and I really thought to myself.

God i really love, thank you for all that you have

giving me, my eyes,….my legs,…my arms…my brain

and everything that i have that i take granted for.

Stop and think about yourself. Stop and think for just one second what would life be…..Let’s break it down my men…my brothers…my sisters. What if your brain told you to get up and walk to the fridge….but you didn’t have any legs because they got blown off by a mortar in the moment of war to capture our VERY FREEDOM, or didn’t work no MORE BECAUSE OF CANCER!.

Let’s stop to think if we wanted to lift an object but couldn’t because our arms had to be cut off to save a life?….to save a child in a split second?. Let’s stop and think what would it be like to just THINK of what life would be like to not see the board at school, to not read our assignment at work because we was unfortunate to be born blind.

Lets just stop and think what it would be like not be to able to move. To be parylized from the neck down. Now as i write this it is getting harder and harder to keep the tears from dripping down my eyes….It’s real hard my brothers…it’s real hard everybody to stop and think what u HAVE…..WHAT YOU HAVE!!.

It hurts…..as the tears fall down my eyes my fingers slide up and down this keyboard only to relize that i am ONE LUCKY MOTHER FUCKER!…..and i mean that from the bottom of my heart because i wouldnt have it any other way.

So…..a tear drop down my face…a pause to close my eyes. It’s hard to breathe….but i thank God that i am breathing…..Amen.

Thanks God Bless Everyone.