Where I'm FromI am from knives and shotguns,
from Tide and Downy.
I am from the bottle-brush.
I am from the trees in my back acre of land,
the pine tree
whose height stretches to the sky
as if it was lifting me up.
I'm from Hershey's and contacts,
from Star Wars and Avatar.
I'm from the self-righteous and the helpful deacons,
from a hollered "Amen" and heeding the Scriptures.
I'm from He gave his only son to be crucified for my sins on a cross
and quoting Isaiah 53:5 by memory.
I'm from Middleburg and Maverick Road,
sweet tea and French fries.
From the migraines my father has daily
the 52 pieces of metal in my mother's back gained from a car accident
Along our hallway are various pictures,
a glimpse into our past and heritage
to remember who we are and where we came from.
From Granny Crews as a telephone operator
to the VFP-62 photo Crusaders Papa worked on in the Cuban Missile Crisis.
I am from these memories-
developed and taken before I was grown-
the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
A SmileI offer my smile to you.
I can see the pain in your eyes,
See the hurt as people try to comfort you.
You try to fight through it, but you feel like you are losing.
Through the crowd of people you look up once and catch me,
Looking at you with concern and worry.
I have nothing else to ease your pain,
So I smile.
Take my smile and treasure it, for it is kindness.
Keep it, for it will heal your heart.
My smile is all I have to give to you.
No medicine, no therapy,
Just a grin that warms the soul.
A smile that is like a friend who will not forsake you,
And like a memory that cannot be forgotten.
It's all I have to give,
And it's all you need to be uplifted,
And to move on with your life.
I offer you my smile.
Southern GentlemanA Southern gentleman is an eagle.
People find him, unlike other birds, one at a time.
Not in a flock.
He is unique in his majestic ability to soar high above others.
He has seemingly little struggle against the winds of opposition.
He is a strong manifestation of his inward peace and pride,
Yet tender and caring enough to gather the young,
Keeping them under his powerful wings as a mentor.
He cares for his own and protects them with his strength,
And never turns his back.
They are distinct in their own ways, and are able to be found
If one is willing to look.
Bein' SouthernBein' Southern ain't just a flag.
It's not just the direction on a compass,
Or the southern twang in our voices.
It's our heritage we have,
And the pride in where we live.
It's having respect for everyone we meet,
No matter what social strata they're from.
It's lovin' God for the blessin's He's given us.
We ain't no hicks or rednecks,
We're good ol' boys with clean souls,
And stone cold country by the grace of God.
It's knowin' that your jeans are comfortable because
You wear them all the time.
Its havin' out teeth ache because our tea is sweet.
Its treatin' women the way women are supposed to be
It's eatin' out our gardens instead of grocery stores.
Bein' Southern ain't just a flag.
The Victus Mortuus Ch. 1The doctor stared in fear as her President lay on the table before her. The doctors that had ran out the room, locked the door. Thus, trapping her in the room with DARK. DARK's body shifted. He turned to the doctor. The doctor war a petite woman with short brown hair in a ponytail. She was huddled up in a corner in fear of DARK. The corrupted president eyed the woman and regained part of who he was quickly. He remembered numerous languages he could speak, but he couldn't remember which he usually spoke. He decided Latin, remembering that it was the USC's official language.
"Quid tu timidi, mea Spartana?" DARK asked in a strange sounding voice. It seemed to echo around the room and in her head.
"M-morbi tibi, d-domine. I-in Victus Mortuus, domine," She stuttered "Tu enim me occidere?"
" Nihil de modi. Volo te rem non dolor," DARK said then clenched his side in pain. It felt as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. He looked at the doctor with a ravenous face. He walked towards her and touched he
The Victus Mortuus PrologueIt was the tenth anniversary of Sierra gaining its independence from the UNSC. The free Spartans held festivals in the streets of the capital city of Athens and banners of the planet's emblem were being flown by children of all ages. However, today was not all fun and games. The planet's leader, President Micah-724, aka DARK, had received a notice from an anonymous source that a threat was coming to Sierra. As president, DARK intended to face this threat head on. But he did not want to alert the entire planet and cause a high level of hysteria.
DARK had called the "anonymous" source to meet him in his office that day. He needed to discuss this and find a way to end the threat. DARK sat in the presidential office waiting for the source to get there. DARK kept several SS2 agents with SMGs in the room with him. Then Nicole, DARK's secretary, called the office.
"Sir," Nicole called
"Yes?" DARK answered.
"Your appointment is here," she replied
"Thank you, Nicole. Send him in," DARK said.