COP Margah pt 1

Ah yes, COP Margah, where my adventures in Afghanistan really began! Some quick background information about this video: First, notice the facial hair. For whatever reason whenever I find myself in either Iraq or Afghanistan I tend to go 'local' with my facial hair....and with this particular mission lasting a total of 5 weeks, I looked like one tough, badass (or some homeless guy....or a 'little terrorist' as one soldier called me who thought I wasn't American)..either way, try not to be mesmerized by it all. And I say 'all' because normally I'm pretty clean shaven....and am I really talking about facial hair in this post????

Anyway....

Just getting to COP Margah was an adventure in and of itself (I'll post a video about that sometime later). We were treated really well by the soldiers who were there once we got on the ground. I got to witness an IDF attack (Indirect Fire), watch the U.S and A.N.A go on patrol, live fire exercises etc. It was a really awesome experience for my first mission on this particular 'deployment'  and I wish all the guys there (not one woman was there...it was weird...and hilarious! Because whenever a woman would show up on tv while we were all eating chow, everyone would stop talking and stare at the tv until she was gone, lol....) god's speed in getting home safely!

Anyway, enjoy the video! 

Part 2 on my Margah mission should be up by the weekend, so look out for that!

MM

Molato Marco Presents: Spoken Word! Part 2

Hey ya'll! Welcome back! Soooo this one is a little different....I wrote this one back in 2009 for a talent show that I was going to participate in over in T.Q (Al Taqqadum, Iraq). Thanks to my old co-workers for being my 'practice audience' for the whole day I was writing/reciting this, haha. I wanted to go with a different theme, since my 2 previous spoken word pieces were about relationship/love etc...I'm a fan of Milton's 'Paradise Lost' and Dante's 'Divine Comedy' (the whole trilogy actually...good stuff!). Anyway, Enjoy!

Dear Dad,

It's me, your oldest son

You remember me, the 'boldest one'

The only one left out in the cold

Truth be told, I never thought that I would speak to you again

In the beginning it was you and me, 'the father' and 'the son'

Won't bother to go any farther because obviously 'the son' was the one 'the father' didn't want to be bothered with....

Or be the father of

Without a mother all I wanted was my father's love

You would watch little Adam and Eve play in the garden like. all. day! 

I didn't want to believe, but as my heart started to harden a part of me wanted to see. them. all. pay..

I was an outcast before I was cast out!

And you told me to show them love and respect just like I show you I told you I wouldn't do it!

Because you get the best of me, while they're getting the best of me, like a joke, as in jest

So I choke because that's something my pride just won't ingest

It was hard to swallow, I wallowed in grief and pain

Until my voice was void of reverence when I would speak your name

I had no choice BUT to be annoyed, things were no longer the same

I went from 'Number 1 Son' to just a number

Oh the irony, i can see it now finally!

For how can I be proud

I lost myself to the point where you couldn't find me in a crowd, of mirrors

But like the silver lining of a cloud

I allowed myself to be blind, reminding me of how, 'hope springs eternal'...

Truly ignorance was bliss

What was so wrong with me wanting to be grown too?

'Like father, like son'

I would build my own home, sit on my very own throne!

If the roles were reversed I would never disown you!

But I supposed that I'm cursed, opposed to your own views

I guess, me being second best was the first sign

Normally alert but caught off guard at the worst time

I felt sad and hurt for the first time

You replace me and expect things to work fine!? 

Meticulous, but never careless because apparently I've got my character flaws

Ridiculous the pain inflicted from a parent could cause

If only I could sleep....

And awaken in paradise...lost..alone 

That bright light that my life shone? For what I was named after?

Diminished in a flash, my heart hardened to stone

I guess I wasn't 'worthy'

I bore witness to his 'mercy'

He didn't care that it would hurt me, never heard of love being the reason that you'd desert me

But the fate that I've suffered is all part of the plan:

A snake, A garden, the downfall of Man

Sincerely and with all the love I possess,

Lucifer, your son......

Molato Marco Presents: Spoken Word! Part 1

So since I'm still pretty new to this whole blog thing, I figured my first, official post would be something....well, a little different. One of the things that I like to do in my free time is write/perform 'spoken word' poetry. With the lackluster internet we have here in Afghanistan, and me having to share a room with a co-worker, finding the time to actually record myself 'performing' some of my works, and then uploading them on here is something that's going to require some time. So in the meantime I thought I'd just post one of my very first pieces for you all to enjoy!

If the eyes are the window to the soul, I was window-shopping


Soul searching

Left with no option


Closed curtain
.....

My heart was a target


My soul, deep and dark as a tar-pit


Made for enduring heartbreaks and hardships


Until you smiled at me....


That was when the fire spark lit


My entire heart skipped
 and plummeted


And my stomach was feeling car sick

I 
didn't think that it was love, just lust


And that my feelings would be brushed like dust under the carpet


That's how it started


Or it began

Not believing that you're the reason for being all I am

And now I think about my past, present and future


And how much time would have to pass to make my present my past so that you're present in my future


But I'm hesitant to make these feelings evident


Ever since I had my heart broke and I still have the bandage as evidence


But I believe that she's heaven sent


With a smile so bright, it can fully eclipse the sun's light


Some might think they can achieve it in one night


But it takes time


Sure it's easy to make rhymes


Talking about it, but I couldn't walk a straight line


Because I'm so intoxicated by her presence


And the mere fragrance of her essence

Not just her physical, but spiritual form


What seed was planted for this miracle to be born?

Just the thought of us being together, so ecstatically collaborated


Had me thinking that the love I used to know was just dramatically elaborated


But the love that she has for me is why my anatomy is animated


Meaning I nearly died
 but I'm clearly alive


The reason being that she's my reason for being


Not seeing the truth
 because love is blind and I needed the proof


I was glad to witness that my image of self


Went from rags to riches, no material wealth


Because the most you can spend on any woman is time


If I could go back and show that to any woman of mine


I'd be sure to capture that moment in time with my Kodak


And let the picture unfold.....


So what you all think? I apologize for the way it's laid out, it probably made for some difficult reading. I promise that when I have some quality 'alone time' I'll put an actual video up of me reciting this. Do any of you have an interesting hobby? Competed in any talent shows? Have some poetry to share? Let me know!


*sidenotes* For some reason, when I first started writing rhymes/poetry/whatever you want to call it, it all dealt with love and loss and had a real 'emo' feel to it (well to me at least). I found it odd because I've been single for years and years and this subject isn't something that my mind dwells on...I just find the topic to make for some interesting writing I guess....meh

Molato Marco in........Japan!?! (OHAYO!)