HERE WITHOUT YOU-Lately the process of living is nothing but a radical condition of a tense thought process called insecurity. Every one is always fighting to be on top. Survival has become a constant struggle between all individuals, because every one wants to live forever. People have become overwhelmed in their fear of death. They feel it’s arival is always too soon, and it seems everyone always leave’s behind one goal or one beautiful idea that they will forever will wish they had expressed to the world before their leave.I’ll tell you exactly what Marcus wants from all of us. He is tried of seeing us with heads to the ground. He doesn’t want to look down at us and see us constantly stressed about something that we could have done better. He wants all of us to make the best of every minute and every second of our lives before we run out of time.We live by the choices we make. A truly honorable individual is someone who doesn’t lye their head in greif when they make a mistake. All that matters is how you come back from those situations, and that is ultimately how someone developes their character. A reputation is all that someone has that will remain with them for eternity. No one ever wants to be forgotten, but sooner or later people feel they will be. But the truth is, every one has a purpose in life and is destined to leave behind something great. To be a hero is a desire that supposedly is ’’unachievableâ€. There is absolutely no such thing as unachievable, and if u want to be a hero then be a hero because everyone is given a chance to be one. You must live your life to the fullest and be everything that you can be, because you never know when your calling may be.Marcus’ purpose in life was to teach us of it’ s importance, and how quickly it can be taken away. Marcus’ is someone who will never be forgotten , and is someone who will help carry “us†through and all the other generations to be. His memory will never be laid to rest, not because he was tall, but because he had a heart of gold. And his soul purpose was to set an example to all the world about the true meaning of life, which is to happy with who you are, always, with no regrets.I don’t know about everyone here but Marcus’ was and still is my one and only hero. Not because he was one of my best friends but because his memory has given me, the power to alleiviate my insecurity, find my resilience and be happy with who I am and where I am today. And the only acceptance I need, is that of me. In my book someone like that deserves to be envied forever. I would never be Matt Machado without Marcus Allen Kepert. We may still be here without you but your always with us in our dreams.SO MANY TEARS-So many tears I cried when I heard the news, So many tears I've cried trying to understand why you were so quick to loose, It does'nt seem fair that your life was taken, Such an innocent person God must have been mistaken, Still I savor the moment I last saw your face, And I recall how you were the one brother no one could replace, There will always be a peice of you that will remain in my heart and soul, It will be the will that pushes me to succeed when life turns gray and cold, No matter what problems arise, I know for a fact that you will be loyal and stick by my side, Because we were a duo that not even death could tear apart, And I wont let that friendship rest in the dark, I was blessed with gift and that gift was you, And your memory will help carry me through, Yet I still don't believe you ready to be surrendered, You will remain in my heart forever. BY MATT MACHADO/NATE ALLISON
SERENITY GRANTED-What battered knuckles I had from the night before, Putting that angry fist through that innocent door, This made my hands ache during that fiersome tugga-war, Over the blanket housing me while I slept in that depressing psychiatric ward, Then finally opening my eyes to words I had prayed not to ever ever hear, "Your going to Kansas", The two huge men said to me standing so near, "We could do this the easy way or the hard way", Having no other choice I slowly got dressed and started to obey, When I soon felt a freezing hand on my bare-skinned shoulder and a deep voice say, "Everything is going to be ok", The cold steel the men had been forced to bound my hands together with, Felt as if they had attached salt to an open wound with no skin, It was then when I began realize how badly I had sinned, What a long walk down that hallway so thin and narrow, I can still recall the tears in her eyes as we starred at each other through that clear glass window, Feeling so betrayed and abandoned I threw those five fingers off my back, Turned and with a huge "CRACK!", Put my head into the nearest wall, Creating a hole big enough to hold a bastketball, Soon enough after hearing such a disturbing sound, The men escorted me out of the building themselves as my feet hovered above ground, As we steped into the piercing rain I thought to myself this must be a dream, But when we began our journey to the airport I understood I could have prevented this leave, Throughout the airport I felt as if all eyes were on me, Like a caged animal for all to see, And before I boarded the plane I turned and took my last look at paradise, It was the last time I would see freedom for what seemed like a lifetime. BY MATT MACHADO