For those who don't know

Just a quick catch up in my life since I havn't been posting in what...years?

Still married...somehow. It is pretty freaking rocky at the moment. I really hope it is just the stress of getting out of the Marines in twelve days. Then I go on 41 days of terminal leave which afterwords I will unemployed until I start college about a month later.Meghan plays now for the WFA(Womans Football Assosication I think it is called) San Diego Surge. Keeps getting injured. What do you expect though? She takes her football very seriously. Overly seriously...

Anyways here is a few pictures of her. Her touchdown dance and another great picture. They already are qualified for play offs where they will be defending their National Championship title. She will be traveling a lot. Leaving me in a new apartment all alone with Rex.

Twilight Stars

Something I wrote about a month ago in my free time.
Trying to start writing again to express my feelings.


The twilight stars painted the galaxy that night. The night while still at first look was more alive than could be caught at first glance. The stars flowed across a path in the night painting the dark with light that flickered. Echoes from the winds whispered with the purr of wildlife that could only break the silence if listened to intently.
Hey eyes looked up at the stars. Each one reflected her eyes as if a one way mirror. On one side her gaze reflecting the beauty of her green eyes that where hidden behind the twilights stars, the other side of her eyes laid her soul. Dug deep beneath lying next to her heart.
The grass felt like fine blades against her arms and legs, unable to cut below the skin but able to touch the mind. Her hips and legs mostly exposed could feel the blades of grass rustling against her. Ticklish at first.
Hands moving along the ground arms spread wide as comfort slow sinks.
Her mind twisted and turned as turned as her body ached for the one to her who was lost to her for an endless amount of time. The last two months seemed to be gone.
She closed her eyes to remember her times with the one she once loved ever so much. Still did as well. In the very same spot two months ago she was with him asking “will you come back home to me?”. He replied in a sweet whisper “always. Whenever you ache for me just remember this moment.”
But now the grass felt just ever so empty and the dark of the night ever so much more deceiving as she lay alone. A tear dropped like a water crystal from the edge of her eye and left a trail down her cheek as she continued the memory by herself.
“Will you always love me?” Her voice asked weak, seemly only carried by the slight breeze. “Forever, until your hearts continuous beat stops. When you can no longer feel love rush throughout your body and your soul becomes weak and tired.” A smile crept to Angels face. The worry of him never coming home seemed to leave as he kissed her lips, matching them perfectly to hers. His hands on her waste as his body pressed down on hers, the beat of her heart racing as cheeks felt warm and his soothing breath trickled down her shoulders to be only cooled by the night’s air. Chills crept down her spine as the mixture of body warmth met with the chill of the night. “Promise?” Words that barely escaped her lips before he grabbed her hips tightly and matched it with a kiss of passion, desire, and words that can’t even be formulated to correctly express to ones will of true desire and wants.

My goodbye to the Marine Corps (Part One)

Don't worry it isn't done yet. I promise to make the ending as beautiful as I can

Everyone had come to see him again. There was mummers of assurance in the crowd sitting down on black lawn chairs.
The days was one that could be spoken of forever. The wind was only the lightest of breezes the carried his voice gently through the air. It was the same air that had followed him home thousands of miles back home. Sweetness filled the air from surrounding the wistful grass. The chipping of birds only added to the beauty of nature around the seen. I sat quietly in the back. Sun beat down heavily upon my face burning but refreshing. I couldn't picture a more perfect June day. I could see everyone as clear as as the blades of grass below me.
I tried to distract my mind from being nervous. I hadn't seen my friend in five years. A small bit of sweat mixed into the clutter of emotions that rushed my heart, each beat echoing to my fingertips. I held a heavy coin that i focused my mind on. The reflection of "Semper Fidelus" twinkled through the cracks of my fingers.
Everyone stood. The world around us all turned to silence. The birds seemed to move into a land of non-existence. It was indescribable. I didn't stand at first. All of a sudden it was as if the strength in my body left. I closed my eyes and clenched on the coin he had given me. Heart racing, blood pooling in my fist as a tear trickled down my cheek. How was I supposed to even say "hello old friend" if there was nothing to say? Knees weak my legs managed to join the crowds strength. I didn't turn around just closed my eyes and listened. Air seemed to only get harder to come by as each breath became shorter and slower as I listened.
Six pairs of footsteps in unison came from behind me. My black suit felt like the weight of the world as the got closer. Upon opening them as the tracks followed next to me what I saw only brought made it worse. Unbearable. Six men, three side by side of my friend marched down the silent row of chairs. The people that were once there seemed to disappear in the eery silence that surrounded me. Each man wore the uniform he wore. Black coats and blue trousers some with scarlet strips that followed down the seems. To me they didn't even have faces. Blank and empty but pain that echoed deep from the bottoms of each of their souls. Grasping for dear life on the bars that held him. The shades of green from the grass below seemed to darken as the carried him down the aisle.

The one Year

I can't believe it has been one full year already. Made enough stories to last a lifetime already. I love you.

The Funeral

The Funeral
The entangled branches weaved into the coffin that carried the vessel of what once carried the life of The Old Man.  Six figures carried the hand-made casket. Each wearing black robes with thick hoods that covered the sorrowed face in shadows. Green lace covered the robes in embroidered patterns that seemed to glow faintly against the contrasting red light that fell through the breaks in the forest branches. Alex escorted the company through the path that had be made just for the occasion.  He wore his rough leather outfit that he had made after his trail. Placed on his head as a helmet made from the skull of the beast he had killed. Tears fell short of pouring like ice melting from the peaks of the mountains into the natural springs below in a valley.  Yet he stood strong marching down the path guiding the casket barring men between the trees and the villagers that attended. The Elders stood waiting in at the edge of the forest. The safety of the environment from the outer world faded more and more as Alex approached. The air became thicker with heat and moistures. Alex could feel his lungs starting to feel incapable of breathing in and failing to separate the water from the oxygen. Even so, he continued to march forward until he stood in front of the four Elders. The edge of the forest was the unbearable place where life withered and was right before the end of the shield that Mother Nature blessed them with. Standing took effort, how could these old men be stronger than him? How did they stand the ability to breath in this unforgiving air? He felt weaker and weaker by the moment. Legs shaking he knew he probably wouldn’t last much longer without passing out. “I must stay strong. That is why the Old Man trusted me to do this. This is why he believed in me when the rest of the Elders doubted.” This is all he could tell himself to continue standing under the strain of the outside strange old. He forgot that the people behind him were there even. Their robes, by some miracle seemed to protect them from the harsh conditions. The green lace was now glowing a magnificent light.

The Elders without saying a word could see the weakness in him. He knew it. Alex looked into the eyes of one before him. It was like looking into a long forgotten pass. Without words being exchanged the Elders moved from before Alex to relieve the men carrying the Old Mans coffin. The ones livly branches that formed together with leafs and flexibily now looked dead and lifeless.
This was the last trial, but still unknown to Alex was that it was. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the time was now. He stepped forward breaking the barrier into pure red sky. He barley made ten paces forward before turning around to see the casket break the same barrier with the Elders.

Suddenly, it was as if his soul was on fire. He started screaming in unforgiving agony. He knew immediately that he would only survive by magic, or die in the next moments. Each second seemed forever as his skull felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside. His body was starting to die. He could no longer scream, for there was no oxygen left for him to. How could this happen? What had he done to deserve this painful death? Why did the Old Man want this for him? Worst of all, he could see the casket be put down to the ground and catch ablaze.  The Elders stood though. How was that? Unless, magic was involved. He fell to his knees, before face planting the dry rock bed below him. He couldn’t cry for the heat immediate dried them. He felt his life fading as his body was fading and this mind started to fade further into darkness.

Alex

The crackle of the morning woke Alex up from the last dreams of joy he would have in many years to come. His eyes opened to the world of red around him, the sun feeling so unforgiving during this time of year.This  The trees that covered the land could not even protect you in shadows it seemed. He sat up from his bed made of the leather of beast and his pillow of leaves. Today wasn't a day he looked toward. It was the day that his ritual of becoming a man was upon him. His trials would bring him all around the lands around him. Full of still waters resting in the lakes calmly, the dark whispers of the trees and the burden of adulthood. He had to prove that he would be worth something to the clan. There wasn't more than thirty of them. If he failed to prove his worth, he would be come an exile. He had only heard stories of those who become exiled.

He sat up his tanned skin and hand trimmed dark hair covered by dried mud and dirt from preparing the pits the day before. He went from his sweet dreams of stories the Old Man had always mentioned a time when their was technology and some things were more simple. The Old Man was the last one to remain that remember the world before the suns glow became the blood red it seemed to be most days, covered by clouds and they only made it seem worse.

Red Skies

The red glow of the sun beat heavily on the barren sky. Cloud might have blocked it from view but the glow of its aura could be seen faintly in the sky, as heat manifested the air. Thick with humidity, the moisture could fill the lungs of anything that would walk the surface in need of oxygen. Life didn’t exist in this wasteland ever since the turning of the Red Star. The sky was stood out as a bright sun once shinned a glorious orange. The lakes, now dry ones shimmered reflections of the beautiful sky. Water that once stood still in the lakes brought new life around it. The green leaves that once covered the tall trees now littering the flood in a dust brown dry and withered. The plains now were running a mixture of yellow and red from being caught on fire from the unwelcomed heat. The planet which once held life now was as empty as the houses were people once lived. Homes eroded in a short year from the rot of the world. What should have taken numerous decades happened in the shorted time. The natural order of things, taken over by the forces of uncontrolled Mother Nature. She in her might saw the world in the corruption and when she told the gods the corruption of her gift they raged war on this world. Yet, they agreed that if the will of those living is strong they will leave a small part untouched. In this part the skies broke over the red sky could be seen. The small handful that could still see every night could see the flow of green light in aurora borealis. It mixed into the faint red glow and left hope in the hearts of the strong.