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My MOS, Infantry, is not a job that was assigned to me. I asked for it. Demanded it, honestly. If I'm going to do this soldier shit, I may as well start from the bottom and work my way up.

So, for the little community that does pay attention to my page or those that know me (I thank and love you all), I bid thee farewell, God bless, and good luck for the next 15 weeks. I'll be back around mid-June or early July.

.. Too bad I can't get any pictures while I'm there..

]]> ~JosephLiber http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/16886846/ http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/16886846/ Thu, 14 Feb 2008 17:36:53 PST It just keeps coming and coming. Thankfully, I'll be going somewhere warmer, soon.
.. Though, I'm not so sure that Ft. Benning, Georgia is the best place to find a vacation spot.

I'm still thinking about her. I always will. Through training, she'll be the only comforting thought on my mind. When graduating, it'll be her that I wish was there the most.

I'm not as hurt anymore. Not as lost. Just flowing with the rest of the year, I guess you could say. Trying to make something of my life at the same time. Smiling and enjoying what little bit of civilian life I have left before the next four months. Who knows, maybe this will all turn out to be something I really needed.. something that I really enjoy.

She'll always be there, though.. in my heart, in my mind.

Even now, as I sit here typing this out with my cup of hot-chocolate-mixed-coffee in hand, the thought of her in my arms at some point is many, many times warmer than this tongue-scorching drink.

The thoughts, like the snowflakes falling in the cold, crisp air, keep coming and coming.

]]> ~JosephLiber http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/16452786/ http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/16452786/ Thu, 17 Jan 2008 21:46:14 PST
You love them so much, but when they say it's over.. When all promises made are broken, when all thought truth is revealed as lie, when overflowing heart is crushed and shattered.. you don't know what to think.

Part of you says go on, keep loving her, live each day and don't change.. Another part says that they need to feel this: they need to see and know what they've done to you.

You don't want to, though. And you know it will only make matters worse. You know that you'll regret every word of it after, but you do it anyway. Every bit of self-control you have seems to leave you for a time, and another half jumps out. It doesn't love, it only hurts. You and her. You want to take the words back, but you can't. They're there. You want them to understand, but they can't. It's done.

You become sick. Unreasonable. You don't see the good, just the pain. You want to cry, but the tears only come in the form of more hateful words. You want all the world and all Hell cursed against them. But deep down, you don't. Deep down, you know you're supposed to be the embodiment of true strength to show them you are worth something. Deep down you're crying to love them with everything you are.

But they don't want that.
Your heart is nothing to them anymore.

Or is it?








I don't know.

But I know that each time it gets harder and harder to deal with.
And all you want to do when they say, "I'll always love you.. just not the same as I did.. " is crawl in a hole and die, knowing that you'll never find another her. No one with her personality, qualities, quirks or beauty. She's all that you know you want, and all that you've ever asked for..
.. But never again.

So, God, I beg, make me the soldier I want to be. Help me become the fighter of fighters. And when my training is done, and my aim is true, give me the battlefield and the day where I can decide my life.

If love is not for me, then maybe death will be.

]]> ~JosephLiber http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/16172868/ http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/16172868/ Sun, 30 Dec 2007 20:25:58 PST
I lived to love her.

I love her so deeply, so much.

Still.

Forever.

Beyond.

Promises made.

I have kept them.

I will keep them.

But once again..
.. Just like that..

.. It's over.

And there's nothing I can do.

I have no control.

No ability to rewind and do better.

Make it better.

I just have to sit back and take it.

Like a gunshot.

But I'm still reaching through the wall.

Through the hole where we both removed the bricks.

Where we gazed at eachother in wonder.

And until I know just what the future brings..

.. I'll never let go.

]]> ~JosephLiber http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/15742853/ http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/15742853/ Sat, 01 Dec 2007 00:01:21 PST I was able to buy myself a camera, and I've been enjoying it. It's not top-of-the-line.. but it does the job, I think. It's not that great for people or modeling, but when it comes to scenery, it makes me proud.

So, in a sense, I'm back.. not that anyone cares for that, but I just needed something to say in a journal. Taa-daa!

]]> ~JosephLiber http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/14476872/ http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/14476872/ Mon, 03 Sep 2007 18:24:07 PDT All of you, of course, know that I love Alethia, and she loves me. Only a few of you, however, know exactly how much more she loves me.
She does. She really, really does. That crazy girl loves me so much more, it's just incredible.
ALETHIA, IT IS FINAL. I LOVE YOU LESS THAN YOU LOVE ME, AND YOU LOVE ME MORER THAN MORER!
So, my good people, this is my message. Alethia does, truly, love me more. I have been wrong all of these years in believing anything else. It was foolishness! Who could POSSIBLY love me more than she loving me more?
I rest my case.
Signed
no one other than
completely
not a forgery
the real
the true
the only
completely myself and no one else pretending to be me
-Joseph Branecky.

]]> ~JosephLiber http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/11696367/ http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/11696367/ Mon, 05 Feb 2007 11:47:46 PST
In boring ole' English, I have a new computer.

eMachines model W3615
Windows Vista Home Premium
Pentium 4 Processor - 3.0Ghz
1024Mb
160Gb Hard Drive
DVDRW
19" Flat-panel Widescreen LCD

Yay.


Anyway, I can't get rid of my page.. and due to some begging from someone else, I won't try and have anyone delete it.

But, I must resign myself from this site, as well as every other Internet site that I go to. Basically, the Internet itself.

I'll chat with people when I can. I'll check this page out every so often. I may even put up new deviations. But, I won't be able to answer every comment, comment on every peace that anyone puts up, answer notes right away or reply to other messages and the like.

The reason for all this is that I have noticed that I have an addiction. As funny as it may sound, I am addicted to this computer and the Internet like druggies are addicted to drugs, or like politicians are addicted to lying, war, oil-money, money in general, and sending innocent young men to fight a war for them that really doesn't need to be and shouldn't be fought (score one for me).

Kidding.

But, it is bad. I need to get out and get a life beyond this. That may be easier said than done, but it must be done.

]]> ~JosephLiber http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/11079219/ http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/11079219/ Sat, 16 Dec 2006 00:42:44 PST This should be interesting.

I'm dreaming of Alethia.. Praying that no nightmare catches her off-guard tonight; hoping she knows that I love her, that I'm thinking of her.
Trying to figure out how the only angel in this world could love a person such as the like of me. But, thanking God all the while that she does.
Never in my life have I ever felt more thankful for anything, or anyone. Never before have I been so passionate about someone. Nor've I ever been so hopeful.
I sit here and look at these pictures of her, begging the thin air to be with her: praying to God to watch over her and comfort her since I can't.
My Life. My Love. My Everything. My Alethia..

I should be sleeping now. I'm going to.
To try, at least.

I hope she is sleeping. I can just hear her breaths now; soft, warm, gentle.
Just as is the sound of her voice when she talks, sings, hums; a sweet lullaby that could put my heart and mind at ease in the midst of hellish chaos. No choir of Heavenly angels could match her.

She's my angel, though. My Heaven.
If only she knew how truly precious she is to me.

]]> ~JosephLiber http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/10823393/ http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/10823393/ Thu, 23 Nov 2006 13:06:23 PST
I hope that your day is full of great times, happiness, and a full belly.

Now.. As someone probably always says each year.. "What are you thankful for?"

Ok, my list:

God.
Christ Jesus.
My Family (Even if my sister is the AntiChrist)
This day.
The food, of course.
My Mom (Toughest woman I know, and the greatest person in my life, next to AG.)
What friends I do have.
My heart.
My life.
And most of all, Alethia, my angel, my life, my love, my everything.. My very reason for breathing, for living.. The reason my heart beats. She's the reason I am here, and the reason I will remain here. I thank God for her everyday, and I can only hope and pray that she knows how much I love her, how thankful I am that she is in my life. I haven't the words to truly express it.. and even those that I've just typed out don't say hardly anything about my love for her.. That's not even the tip of the iceberg.. but it's the best I can do this side of Heaven.

God bless, everyone.

]]> ~JosephLiber http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/10806101/ http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/10806101/ Tue, 21 Nov 2006 23:20:12 PST
Just to let her have some fun, I gave Alethia (My Angel, my Love, my Life.. my Everything ) my password. Lol, I should have known what she'd write. She's adorable though, and she'll never with this argument, because, honestly, I do love her more; with all my heart, my soul, my mind, body, spirit, imagination.. basically every power and source of energy that I CAN love her with.. and more.

So, anyway, I've basically given up on my page, but I still look around here for interesting stuff.
I may add a few more things here and there, now and then. Depends on my mood, I guess.
Kinda like my MySpace.. Haven't done anything there in a while, either, other than send a few messages.

Oh well.. It's not the end of the world.

]]> ~JosephLiber http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/10803372/ http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/10803372/ Tue, 21 Nov 2006 18:06:46 PST Yes, that's right, this is he. This isn't, oh, say, Alethia. This is definitely Joseph.
Anyway. I just wanted to say that Alethia loves me more than I love her.
Yes, it's official. It's written in my own blog. And under my name. So...
ALETHIA LOVES ME MORE! HUZZAH!
Signed, Joseph.
Not Alethia.

]]> ~JosephLiber http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/9940918/ http://JosephLiber.deviantart.com/journal/9940918/ Sat, 02 Sep 2006 13:20:09 PDT
Reason being because I don't have works to submit all the time, and the people I did this for seemed to put it in the back of their minds.. And, come on.. I don't even have that many watchers. I've been here a couple of months now and only have about 7 beautiful souls who watch me.. The last thing I need in my life is a place where I comment some great artists/photographers only to find that they wouldn't return the favor by adding me to their watch list and basically say, "You have no good works or ideas, and I won't have someone like that on my list.. "

What a way to inspire, folks.

Anyway.. I have an artistic mind, an artistic eye.. but I don't have the hands, nor the right tools to be the artist that other's think of.
Besides, my artwork is more personal and lasts longer than any painting, photograph, or computer rendered piece of work. It can't be seen or posted as art. It can't be rated or 'oohed and ahhed' at. It's an art that most people wouldn't like to think of as an art-form, and most of the time, no one ever notices it. But, we who are able to paint these invisible works don't do it to be noticed, nor to be credited with a great work that will make our name last throughout the ages.. We do it because it's a part of our nature. Our heart is the brush, our mind holds the colors.. and those who seek a friend, a lover, help, comfort, or good times are our canvases. And, for the most part, so are our own lives.. Because we seek the canvases to paint and to help us figure out who we are. It may sound strange or complicated.. I just don't have the eloquent words to really give you the best discription of what we try to do and what it does for us in the end.

Anyway.. I've seen some beautiful works of art on this site, beautiful people, beautiful views and inspiring ideas. I'll still stop by from time to time to find some new humor, beauty and ideas.

God be with all of you.

(I'll leave this up for a few days and then close it.) ]]> ~JosephLiber