He-he, what have we here? *Touches button* OUCH! Dirty hobo! As I was. Yes, if you can't tell, I'm new. Wanting to publish my stories but.. that's been with-held on me. Quite ready for what I have to be read and criticized though, very well, I know that the first few pages of the novel I'm wanting out are very and without a doubt bland. But, as the stor- novel- it's a novel- goes on, it'll get that much better. I came here from Zero Reaper, he introduced me to two cites and I was all like "Hell yeah!" after the chat for it. So, here I am now, just waiting. Not very open to rap or hop, never will be. Don't try changing my mind about it. I'm quite agreeable as long as you hear my side of the story. Going from a total smart-ass at the beginning to what, a wanna-be genius? Ha-ha, my luck! Do you like my sarcasm? Good, I don't much appreciate yours... just kidding, calm down, moron. So, just broke up after seven months. What was had could not be had by anyone but her. Wonder if it's showing..? Meh, I'm a bit opi- no I'm not. I just don't like narrow-minded people. I could ramble on, but I refute. Willing to read from me? Wait two more slow and agonizing days. No, I will not write many poems, just copy and paste them or how ever it works to here.My old ones have appraisal, new ones are getting criticism which I know they deserve. Well, with all of that being said... I think my job here, my dear Watson, is done. Now just to figure out how to get Dancing with lead uploaded.. Dancing with lead is up. Under 1984.

Posted by: ninjawho7 (via Bungie.net) as some of you know, i've got a friend who is a Marine currently stationed in Afghanistan, and he was the inspiration for my writing "The Soldier's Prayer". well, i got a letter from him today (actually sent three weeks ago), and he stated that members of his squad were in an IED attack a few weeks ago while on patrol. three died, two were sent to a field hospital in critical condition (and still are in critical condition). i only ask that you keep their families and them in your prayers (or thoughts if you don't pray). thanks a lot guys, from his letter it seemed like he could really use a pick-me-up.

Tell me if this is what you mean. I'm coming along quite well and tell me if it's too sad. I hope this is what you and him want:

Warrior's Spirit

The sun sets over the barren wasteland of this country called Afghanistan, orange dust blowing in the wind of this lone Marine's eyes, his past clogging his the present; his future as unknown as his fallen. He shakes his head and moves his mind, clearing what cannot be undone, thinking the best of what he has.

He recalls the nights spent at the pub with his best friends, shooting pool, getting into a good mood in the hazy atmosphere of the smoke. He remembers the good old days of when they were inseparable, when they were all he'd wanted: now he only wants them to live, to strive for the bright and ever-coming future. They're all he wants, all he cares for, wanting all of them to pull through. His mind wanders home, knowing that what he's fighting for is what will save his nation, friends, family and well-unknowns. All of what he's done has benefited the children everywhere, the people of this country and his country.

His friends are all that remain, all that he wants to live for, his family distant an fully loved with an undying, unyielding heart. The eyes of this grizzled, toughened Marine care for what is done, what is wanted. He stands like a statue amongst a sea of shadows, thrown down by what's happened. His courage, strength, honor and prosperity are all that keeps him and his men going, his drive now coming to a halt from this wrenching hit.

He's been racked, been pushed and thrown and kicked; been through it all but what he's wanted. Now, it's time for him and his men to come through, shining and bright like Marine's are known for, known to be. This is his time to shine, his time to be a leader among followers, a picture of strength and planning when those are lacking. His heart is heavy, his mind is dark and sad, but his life is there; his friends are there; his family is there though not seen.

He is the epitome of his squad, the one leader who must take charge and form. His bright eyes hold what must be done. The jokes are over, the time has come; he will deal out what must be done. His warrior spirit is back: it's climbing its what up in his mind, soul, heart and body, his strength returning with it. He will make do with what has been done and turn it into his fuel for his men, the one's that matter, when this is done.

He has fought for reasons, more than one of which involves his family and his extended family, and now it's time to fight for what he knows, loves and wants to live. His fortune is, for now, to turn his friends live's around and help. The jokes he's made will be with him, the time he's spent will forever be loved by this one man, by this lone Marine to fight for. He will be moved by this incident with a positive reinforcement to help with what he can.

This is the warrior's spirit to fight and strike; to hit and be hit; to have damage done and do so. This will not take him out of the fight, this will burden him, but a burden for fuel to run off of. This Marine's spirit will not be crushed. His life is just beginning and it will not end here, this is his time to be the leader and be the big man for him and everyone else, for him to shine through and be what this country's made him to be. He will fight, he will strike, he will shine, and he will persevere.