Where Valor Rests

Arlington National Cemetery is a moving place, and should be treated with respect and honor, but tourism has cheapened the real gravity of thousands of Americans who gave their lives for the country. Some prime examples of the disrespect towards the deceases; Many, many people having photographs of them taken, smiling like idiots, in front of the memorial to John F Kennedy. Many other groups of young people from other parts of the country were acting like 12 1/2 year old boys at a Six Flags. About the pictures, I thought to myself "Do they really need pictures to remember? Do they understand the gravity?"

"Too many pictures
too little respect
not enough thought
tourism tarnishes the Silver of Arlington"

"Hundreds and hudreds
of thousands of stones
coloured in ivory
to echo the bones

Thousands and thousands
of crosses and stars
one can't help but ponder
the losses and scars"

The previous were jottings from myself at Arlington, Blazin' Ray's comp book was lost, so I decided to post my thoughts and jottings from this experience. I would like to close with a quote from the amphitheater at Arlington.

"When we assumed the soldier, we did not lay aside the citizen"

Take it easy.

Gang Bangs and Drug Rangs

Well, the area is shady all right. And it doesn't help the situation.
After a long day at Arlington National Cemetery and the various wings of the enormously large Smithsonian institution I managed to misplace my modifiers in an epic battle of life and slightly less life. That damned Air and Space museum, being so damnably damned it all interesting. Anyway, I had been dragging my modifier(by modifier I mean composition notebook) around with me all day, takin' notes about topics of great magnitude and pennin' lyrics of the utmost importance to the great plethora that is our fan base, when I was suddenly and profoundly drawn to the book store. I must have accidentally bartered off my brilliant lyrics in exchange for some little trinket during one of my periodic fits of insanity.
To top that all off, gang activity between red and blue is making it nigh impossible to get me a new one at "The Shady Lady" (our apt pseudonym for the nearby gas station).

Other than that, whenever happenstance grants you chance to check out the D.C. area, I recommend you prowl the mall and spend a full day in each of the museums. Lots of good lyrics come out of Neanderthals.
Look out for a cemetery themed song, too.
Peace out.