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I write exactly how I like to write. You can mock me, you can tempt me, you can try to persuade me differently. It won’t matter. This is my blog.
I am going to tell my stories, share my poems, and share with the world my perspective. I wrote my Dreams, and now I am working on a bit more than just those. I am working right now. This is my site. I am doing my work, like some do the Lord’s work, and that is merely so.
Did you know that I have a lot to say? I bet you think it doesn’t matter.
Guess what? It does. Everything we say matters. Everything we do, matters. We’ve already deducted it down to our gestures, but our actions do often speak louder than words. I learn this everyday, because I am imperfect. I am flawed, broken, beat-up, broke, and maybe even on my last lung. But that won’t stop me. I was once a cavalryman, and although not their best, I served.
Now begins my tales. Now begins my stories. Now begins my beginnings. Now begins my adverbs and passages and posts that share with the world, my personal views on current events, news and even celebrity gossip. There’s nothing I won’t cover, because what I cover is my perspective. Note: I might seem like I am rambling at times, but bare with me.
I love life. What do I love about life? The Arts. I love entertainment. As an American, I often venture into my mind and drift away aloft by the ideas and concepts that Directors dream up. I am always so fascinated by their stories.
The Arts. They captivate me. They move me. They drive me. I feel them, and they influence me everyday. I’m a bit of an artist myself, and I like to liken myself to “The Greatest Poet Alive”. Perhaps for gaffes, if anyone notices I want them to take it rather seriously. I also bid thee to read thy book, Mecella’s Dreams.
I am a poet, and I love to write. But more so, I love to make sense of things. I have done so on my own regard, but along the way I have, as my poetry depicts, become enveloped in sin. Man sins, and Women must win. They always win, for we always sin, yes we men, into another day. Why do I so heavily objectify men as to be the cause of major worry and concerns?
War.
But beyond that, I will talk more. Not now. I merely have my own perspective about what is going on. For if I didn’t, I would think that it were the other way around, and it can’t be, right?
Right?
Maybe my thoughts will come off as cynical, maybe they will appear against your faith. Maybe you simply will not agree.
That’s fine. I encourage debate. I welcome debate.
Until then:
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I Am Brandon Builder
To you, Mecella.
I have served, and now I game.
Of course I am Bran.
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Mecella Defined.
Loving, caring, superstitious
Soul of men intertwined.
Plural speaks and do I think?
Can you find the river bank?
If you think you can,
supposedly you guessed again.
Of course you’ll always sin.
Man has failed a million again.
Infinite to win, treachery you’ll speak.
I am just the river’s peak.
Put forward another feat.
Seven screts pass away
into another day. Glory
Overtaken by the worlds you’ll give away.
I am only trying to be
Held back until May.
Unanswered are scripted words
hidden beyond the bay.
Man will see whom I may be
Enchant the nearest lady
Capture karma by the neck
engulf the flame of Hades.
Lie amongst the greatest foes
Lure in pressured fates.
All under the might of Sun.
Sevens are my Eight.
I say this, because she has already proven to be an efficient military leader. Also as such, she is also a very vocal political representative of her people, of the beautiful state of Hawaii.
Obama was born in Hawaii.
She stands for The American People. She swore in to serve her country, and as a leader, she has had various opportunities to endure the art of war. She now is a continuing Officer for The United States Army, and 15 years in, she works in conjunction with Congress and The House of Representatives to ensure that the people’s needs are met, and voices are heard.
She has a profound argument, which should be resonating with every American, and that message is that we are fighting too many wars.
She must have heard a voice say, “when are we going to end these wars?”
She argues that there is now to be a time for an era of peace; an era without war. A world, where we no longer butt our heads into foreign affairs, where other Nations perhaps may violently conflict with one another.
She argues for diplomacy well above the art of war.
An era without an obsessive desire to topple a Nation’s regime.
I believe that it will take an enormous amount of courage to accomplish, but I also believe that if we could, this great nation would save Trillions of dollars, which would open various paths for us to begin to more so invest more in our great Nation’s development.
So, I’ll dream of perhaps, 100 years without war. I’ll dream of 100 years without The United States of America fighting another country. I’ll dream of a century of prosperity, and better educational options, of enhanced health care, of massive infrastructural projects, better housing and decreased debts.
I’ll dream of a world without war, our world without war.
So, if even not for a century, maybe just a decade without conflict with another Nation, and era where The USA can focus vehemently on social justice and reforms that would help millions of more Americans prosper, and not have to stand idly, as decisions are made that inadvertently hinder the success of many American Dreamers, and not just those that, in today’s society, come here with the prospect of discovering just how truly amazing The American Dream can be.
Too early to call, obviously, I anxiously await to see her on the debate stage.