Something I call the "I am" triple threat

I am #1

Empty Shell

I am the support beam of your broken home.

I wonder how long I can support this empty shell full of sorrowed souls.

I hear cries of the past, present, and I start to listen to those cries of the close future.

I see cobwebs crumble and dust away in this empty shell I dwell in, even the spiders have gone.

I want to support your home that was full of love and laughter, just one more time.

I am the support beam of your broken home.

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I pretend to feel your love and hear your laughter, just to get by.

I feel lonelier than the most condemed prisoner in his cell.

I touch this cold and empty shell looking for any life, laughter, or feeling that you left behind.

I worry that I will find nothing that will feel alive.

I cry to drive this drol reapper from breaking me.

I hope you will return to rebuild what once upon a time we had.

I am the support beam of your broken home.

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I understand that you had suffered, but with me here to keep this cracked and broken home standing, you will always be safe.

I say that I love you, and that is no lie, because only the reason I stand is beacause of this emotion.

I dream of a finished home to live in, without the cries, just your love and laughter.

I try to stand strong but my will can only be as mortal as the fibers of my being.

I hope to have you dwell in a warm and happy home, with me there to keep it standing.

I am the support beam of your broken home.

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#2

Your Ice-Cold Glare

I am the dying flame in your unholy snow storm.

I wonder how its possible for such a beautiful forest to have such an icy soul.

I hear nothing but the razor sharp wind gusting down on me to kill the flames I'm built on.

I see your ice-cold glare in each snowflake and snowdrift, no love, no pity,

just soulless saphires.

I want to just leave this god forsaken place, to leave this prison and continue to burn on.

I am the dying flame in your unholy snow storm.

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I pretned to be strong enough to endure this toture, but now im just a lonely ash in the pit I dwelled in.

I feel like I want to die, but know I can survive.

I touch my face and feel nothing, but I still know your winds of ice are hard at work cutting it.

I worry your glare will trap me in this unholy tundra, but that won't happen.

I cry for your mercy and throw down my arms and stand fast to hear you response.

I am the dying flames in your Unholy snow strom.

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I understand soulless banshees like you and expect nothing but torment from you.

I say "Please! I will fold to you, just end this storm of ice!!" and you will say "Nay. Your my ice puupet to manipulate."

I dream of the wild fire that I once was, but I know I'll have to fight to become just a spark agian.

I try to run from this hell but your hands grip me and turn me into the sculpture you desired me to become in the first place.

I hope that with this new prison you made me will be better than what I had to deal with outside.

I am the dying flame in your unholy snow storm.

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#3

The Bloody Ordeal

I am the bloodridden witness of the angel's slaughter.

I wonder if it was a dream or did I witness the most haness of murders ever known?

I still hear the bone numbing cries of the beautiful being ringing in my ears.

I can't see anything the same way again, not even my own eyes.

I wanted to help, but the sight was just so horrifying and yet so peacefull, I couldn't act.

I am the bloodridden witness of the angel's slaughter.

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I pretend it truely was a dream, but my soul won't believe that lie.

I feel torn and whole, I am a paradox of feelings.

I touched the angel's faces and held it's hand, but that was just to comfort it, I was supprised at the blood it shed. It was real and I was basked in it.

I worry if I sinned for not doing anything or if this creatures sight will haunt me.

I cry for the cowardly demon to come bacl and wait for the other angels to justify his act.

I am the bloodridden witness of the angel's slaughter.

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I understand that I was able to do something but I was dumbstruck at the sight.

I say "Please, won't someone help me?!?!!??" and none reply.

I dream of doing the same merciless act on to that very demon, but thats not justice.

I try to comfort the angel, but this only gets worse for me, this one angel is my gaurdian angel and its dying.

I only hope it will be reborn into another, but I can't say this is so.

I am the bloodridden witness of the angel's slaughter.

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Dear Luitenant Major Taylor,

Hello Lieutenant Major Taylor, J.A., my name is Jesus Alejandro Hernandez, I'm a ROTC Cadet at General George S. Patton Academy, I have chosen to right to you is because I, myself plan on joining the military as apart of my career choice before i continue my education, but that is a side point, I'm sending you this letter because i want to show my gratitude and admiration towards your actions while you were serving in the Vietnam war, because i can't imagine ever doing all the things you have done. after all your service to our country i hope that you are in well living conditions, hopefully around your family, friends, and comrades.For that i thank you.

Well wishes,
Private Jesus A. Hernandez

James Allen Taylor
Born December 31, 1937 (1937-12-31) (age 70)
Major James Allen Taylor
Place of birth
Arcata, California
Allegiance
United States of America
Service/branch
United States Army
Rank
Major
Unit
1st Cavalry Regiment, Americal Division
Battles/wars
Vietnam War
Awards
Medal of Honor

The soldier above is someone who risked his life to serve his country, but that's what all U.S. soldiers are vowed to do until relieved from their duty either due to death, near-fatal injury, serving through out a current war in which the said individual has been shipped off to by orders of higher standing officers, or by pulled out of the war by order of any military leader at the time.

But in anyway this soldier has earned every bit of recognition that i am willing to give to Major J.A. Taylor. Thank you for risking everything 41 years ago in Vietnam. Thank you for serving our country at age 36. And thank you for making sure that America was safe so that i can continue being apart of it and giving me the chance to do the same when i fulfill my priorities before i continue on to serve my country.

Taylor joined the Army from San Francisco, California, and by November 9, 1967 was serving as a first lieutenant in Troop B of the 1st Cavalry Regiment, Americal Division. During a battle on that day, west of Que Son in the Republic of Vietnam, Taylor repeatedly exposed himself to enemy fire to rescue crewmen from damaged assault vehicles. He was subsequently promoted to captain and awarded the Medal of Honor.
Taylor reached the rank of major before retiring from the Army.

Taylor's official Medal of Honor citation reads:
Capt. Taylor, Armor, was serving as executive officer of Troop B, 1st Squadron. His troop was engaged in an attack on a fortified position west of Que Son when it came under intense enemy recoilless rifle, mortar, and automatic weapons fire from an enemy strong point located immediately to its front. One armored cavalry assault vehicle was hit immediately by recoilless rifle fire and all 5 crewmembers were wounded. Aware that the stricken vehicle was in grave danger of exploding, Capt. Taylor rushed forward and personally extracted the wounded to safety despite the hail of enemy fire and exploding ammunition. Within minutes a second armored cavalry assault vehicle was hit by multiple recoilless rifle rounds. Despite the continuing intense enemy fire, Capt. Taylor moved forward on foot to rescue the wounded men from the burning vehicle and personally removed all the crewmen to the safety of a nearby dike. Moments later the vehicle exploded. As he was returning to his vehicle, a bursting mortar round painfully wounded Capt. Taylor, yet he valiantly returned to his vehicle to relocate the medical evacuation landing zone to an area closer to the front lines. As he was moving his vehicle, it came under machinegun fire from an enemy position not 50 yards away. Capt. Taylor engaged the position with his machinegun, killing the 3-man crew. Upon arrival at the new evacuation site, still another vehicle was struck. Once again Capt. Taylor rushed forward and pulled the wounded from the vehicle, loaded them aboard his vehicle, and returned them safely to the evacuation site. His actions of unsurpassed valor were a source of inspiration to his entire troop, contributed significantly to the success of the overall assault on the enemy position, and were directly responsible for saving the lives of a number of his fellow soldiers. His actions were in keeping with the highest traditions of the military profession and reflect great credit upon himself, his unit, and the U.S. Army.

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last time you read this it was when i had listed my goals for the school year until June 15, 2009 (which by the way my birthday :P). while theres only been four weeks in school i have accomplished two of those 15 goals for myself; i have gotten my guitar, its a Fender Starcaster. Along with that i have been working on my snowbaord graphics and i have a board on the way for me.

I'm proud that I have a guitar, but its not the one i wanted but what can you do? but the snow board is just what the doctor ordered its a swallowtail series from tetongravity boards. i love this so much!

this link is going to have to be copied and pasted to see the guitars-So Sorry

http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&q=Starcaster+by+Fender&gbv=2

American Values

What are your thoughts on this?



I feel that Americans (Anglo) have different values from other cultures such as Latinos or Asian Americans. Latinos and Asian families are very close and united, while Anglo Americans aren't as family oriented because they raise their children to succeed ans stide for what they want and to feel thatthey have anymore ties with their parents or such. but all parents stide to make their children successful in thier future and ask them to keep track of them whenever they need thier assisstance. But Laino and asian families always will try to keep up with what their children do and how they are no matter what the do for a living.



Also while many born Americans have no issues with language they don't understand what difficulties migrating families deal with daily with communication in their lafes as new americans because they have to really on their children to translate what they can't understand, but sometimes amny people think this as unrealistic way to live in the country because in the long run yourchildren won't be there to help you always.



But then while many American families are different on their lifesyles and views they alwasy raise their children to live as they see fit for their future.

Me and My Goals

Tell us something iteresting about you?

I have been snowboarding for quite the while and i've broken 3 boards from wall grinding on a bad tree.

I'm adventurous, determined, and well multitalented.

My 15 goals before June 15, 2009

• I want to go to Frightfest
• I want to get my costum board done
• Get better at art and my designs
• Get to drive My own ride
• Buy my own computer
• Go to Millenium Park
• Pass the Academy (JROTC)
• Get my Dream guitar
• Buy my own Drum kit
• Preform at my first bar with my band
• Get a Pitbike for the next Lake County Fairground's race
• Start working during the school year
• hopefully not getting another sibling
• Go to Aspen for more snowbaording
• Visit my Family in Colorado and Arkansas