

A Fallen SoldierThe article read 35th Indiana Soldier died Sunday. But, I knew him as Marvin "Lee" Trost III, a friend who lived three blocks away.A Fallen Soldier
He was different, as most of us are, "colorful" was
what the paper had said. "Colorful" is the lamest a briefest estimation of a man of his caliber.
We met by fate, through his younger brother. But, it was fate that desided that we would be friends. And, it was fate that took him from his friends and loved ones.
He and I got along, like most boys do, by roughhousing,
playing D&D, and football out in the yard. We were boyscouts, &nb


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BlessingsBlessing to you and yoursand my your times be plenty, Blessings to your humble abode so that your plate is never empty. Blessings come and Blessings go, but, my you never regret, that many of our blessings are people we forget.Blessings
I send My love and devotion to my friends I know now, But, I send twicefold to the ones I lost on my path here somehow


UNTITLED a revisionThoughout the halls I hear voices which haunt me Freak, Failure, Father Failure, Father FatherUNTITLED a revision
Father, he haunts me in a nightmare realm where light and shadow dance with a skeletal band that plays behind them Here in my silent scream I watch as the dancers make their way to the floor Love dances with Shame Trust with Regret Anger with Passion Willingness with Lonelyness
I look throgh the crowd of dancers and notice Him, The Reflection The image that everyone sees..... Except me. It is this Reflection that was lost to me s
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I don't know what happened, the last thing I remember I was being tickled!
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What you can do, or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. __Goethe
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