Words-of-Freedom

My minds eye And your eyes Do they see the color blue You do? Could they share your perspective Or are they separated forever By distance and time And that mental barrier Is the insane person insane Or seeing something different The rest of us lack the ability To see or comprehend

Honor Courage Commitment 3 simple words of the most complex ideas, They are now my core, As I became a part of the Corps I wandered too far Strayed away from the path my life was beating And become lost But the light at the end of the tunnel Only lead deeper down the rabbit hole Only letting me out after trials most difficult Difficult but honorable Rewarding Worth every ounce of pain Because now I claim the title United States marine And I love every minute of it

It's my life, When my mom tells me what to do, Or how to act, Or who I am, I know it's my life. It's my choice to do what I want but... She's a bitch. She controls me with an iron fist, And can take a kind word, And make it sting, My father abused me, And while she saved me then, His presence soured her, And made her mean, And now that's all she can be. I love my mother, But a person can only naturally take, So much. It's in our brains and instincts, And our body will tell us, What to do, No matter what

What would you do, To find love, Or happiness, Or peace? Maybe it's staring me right in the face, And I just can't see it, But I can't find, What I'm looking for. I'm looking for love, But maybe I'm not looking, Where I should, I try the people I see, But I'm only human, I miss that which is not before me. There's a person, For everyone, Or so they say. But who's the person for me, Are they male, Female, Or does it even matter? Maybe the person, Who loves me, Is who i don't expect.

Crying... It's just a release of tears. It's just a waste, Of time, And energy. The burdens that cause me to cry, They don't get lighter, Or go away. They're just as heavy, And hard to carry. I can't escape them, No matter where I run, Or hide, And they always pierce, The thick hide I made myself. The screaming, The bitching, The cutting into me, With agonizing words, And agonizing wounds, They make it hard, To focus, Or keep hope, In my heart, And I wish I could give up. But where could that road take me?

Feet don't fail me now, There's to much to do, Too much left to go, Till were done. I'm not giving up, I'm not letting go. I'm no where near done, Or near the finish line. I've got a life to live, And i'm gonna live up, To my fullest potential, And utmost happiness. There will be lows, Where I lose hope, And can't take another step, Like we all have. But I will force, One foot in front of the other, And keep on, To a better place.

Your mother yells at you, Or your father ignores you, And your siblings can't help you, You want to cry, Curl up in a ball and die, Or just disappear. I've been there, I am there, Its a place that sucks. To anyone who is friend to this feeling, Break it away, Some one somewhere loves you whether you know it or not. We are all loved, Whether we like it, Or not.

The nightmares you wake up screaming from, The blackness that takes your breath away, The monsters you can't unsee. You can scream till your lungs give out, You can cry till your tears dry up, You can run till your legs break. You will never escape, You will never win, You will never be free. We are all haunted, Haunted by the fear, That makes us slaves.

What is a war, Where only the innocent die, And your goal, Is never achieved. It is a slaughter, A failure, Shame with laughter, Directed at the warrers, There is no point to such a war. Why fight, When you can compromise, With love and open arms, And closed scars. If to fight is to kill, And bleed or die, I, I will not fight with swords. I will fight with words. Even when my words, Fall on deaf ears, Or dumb minds, I will say them. I will believe the words I say forever, For they are always mine, They can never be taken, Or broken. They will be my legacy. The after me, My words, Will be peace; love; and happiness

It is the beginning, Or the end, Looking through perspective. Some people say, Death starts, The After life. While others say, Death ends, All life. I say who knows. The spirit may be the result, Of the everlasting, Fear of death. While spirits, May roam the world, A part of us. I say who knows