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Name: Viruck
Location: Ohio, United States
Birthday: 8/12/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Traveling, random spontaneous road trips, b-ball, t-ball (thats tennis for all you fuzzheads), running, working out, racquetball (and any game with a racquet), drunk dials, hooka and mango w/green tea, philosophizing?, late night talks about life, the period between waking and sleeping, eating, sleeping, being productive, meeting and growing with people, helping people so I can help myself, formulating my own reality instead of buying into others, thinking outside the box, challenge and be challenged.
Everything.
Expertise: I wish to be the wisest man in the world, for all I know is that I know nothing - Soc.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Business
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  afrodefrage
Member Since:
3/2/2004
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| How come no-one told me
All throughout history
The loneliest people
Were the ones who always spoke the truth
The ones who made a difference
By withstanding the indifference
I guess it's up to me now
Should I take that risk or just smile?
What do you know
It happened again
What do you know
"Misread - Kings of Convenience
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| Whew, been a crazy last couple of weeks. I do believe I am a
couple days behind on a lot of things, but that is okay- within the
next week Im confident I will get caught up on cleaning my room and
reading books that I first check out two months ago.
Supposed to write a training and make flyers and send emails tonight
but I said eff it I need a break, so I saw Passion of the Christ.
Being real spiritual but not really a strict follower of any one
religion, I was blown away- and I know its funny cuz the movie was news
like 3 years ago, but to me movies and other pieces of art can be
timeless and you can't really date them if they're universal.
I really liked the picture because it can be seen as real, without
getting too cinema and done up. I won't get into it because it is
a real controversial subject as well one that would take too much time
to delve into.
I haven't been able to write as much lately, just here and there- give
me a quill and something to write on- a leaf, a business card, napkin,
candy wrapper, my hand whatever and I'll be happy. One day I'm
going to have to go through and edit all I ever wrote -aaaaah. I
love writing, but I dislike editing, and also as I found out in the
last couple weeks I'm not the best reciter but Im working on it and one
day hope to be as proficient with a pen in my hand as I am with a
marker, and as captivating as I am in some of my journals as I am in
front of an audience.
Decide to give up tepping pretty soon here as lack of sleep does take a
toll on your health, esp I see the importance of mornings now. So
when I can go either way like right now I shall choose rest most times.
Question of the day: Ask yourself, if one person that you didn't
really like apologised to you, would you still dislike him or
her? Would all be squared away? Foolishness may be a
deleterious byproduct of man's great potential.
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| Man I've been in the rhyming mood of late. Well here's an actual,
nonuniversal post so we get a little black and white in that motley
brew. It's 2:26 AM and Im still at Work, literally in the office
backing up files so I can reformat a computer to save part of a budget
so we can implement some new portions to make a better training to
develop better teachers to be the light in the harbor for at-risk
students to have their lives develop into something positive, stay out
of trouble and they can give back again - or maybe Im just a
workaholic?
Eh, I can sleep as much as I want when Im dead, while Im living why not seek permanence?
Alright final file loaded, till the next episode
Question of the Morn: Did I progress today?
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| Random Rough Ramblings at the Break of Dawn'
Freedom comes freedom rings,
Freedom goes, freedom brings,
All the soul pouring out,
Erasing bouts, erasing doubt,
An air of clear over ones head,
A head of tranquility onto bed,
No more regrets should haunt you then,
No more questions of what or when,
All that remains is the focus in hand,
Time falling like the summer sand,
A new thought comes and goes,
Thoughts are like water it soothes and flows,
I am thankful that I will always be free,
Its all in your mind the metaphorically debris,
For we have the potential to be greater than ourselves,
It all is about how deep your heart shapes and delves,
For every minute I can spit out another poem,
And uniting our talents we can build another rome,
Not of brick, stone, and mortar clay
But thought, compassion, and glimmering ray,
That shows through our smiles and cries,
For it is true that no good thing ever dies,
It goes to live on way past these lines,
Over the mountains and through the effervescent pines,
To our brothers and sisters way across the sea,
To our future sons and daughters we will never see,
Look at life beyond the grayscale tone,
And past the social siren hypnotic moan,
And you will find your one true voice,
Hidden in the deep caves of chance or choice,
Find the strength to spelunk to unknown depths,
Do not forget to give your minds some reps,
And there you will see an everclear,
Not 100 proof whiskey or beer,
Just the potential inside you've known all along,
And actualizing will forgive any right or wrong,
(S)he will set you on the path of new,
That will taste as fresh as sierra mountain dew,
And to voyage that path is yours alone,
That inner voice is the only sign shone,
So the gist in the mist of this elongated tale,
Is our lives are a great sea and our mind is the sail,
For a minute forget that anything physical exists,
And tread softly yet absorb these hidden mists,
For the unknown is the right path towards uncovering,
The role of the soul internally hovering,
Whether whale, or rail, female, or male,
We are the key to our very own jail,
I am just like you finding my way,
Inching closer to the needle in the HAY,
I will go to support you there,
If you are willing to open and share,
Many may find such words as rubbish,
I care not, to me its grubbish,
The world is complex, infinite, and vast,
So the first step is to forget most of the past,
And after step one there is no rule,
Just a natural inclination, a subconscious pull,
To what comes will come but set the scope,
To all speed ahead release the rope,
I do not know where the end will lead,
But inside will grow a promising seed,
And it will grow to a plant of branches,
To another batch of choice and chances,
So to this cycle will renew again,
With as much possiblities as this pen,
And to this tale I do not know where go,
Just perhaps a little push on your row,
Take this paddle to do what you wish,
But I will not sit here to wait and fish,
And onto your great journey I wish you well,
And to the story that you will one day tell,
And to those travelers parting the jungles mists,
Driven by passion like pulsating fists,
Go on this journey and you will seek and find,
That everything you need is all in your mind.
random unedited rumblings at 6 AM 1/12/06 - somewhere between sleep and awake | | |
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Whats so great about life is the experience. My boyz just seriously came over and woke me
up in the middle for the night after they got back from NYC, and at first I was
really pissed because tonite was the first time in a month I slept before 5:30
AM and theres people banging at your door like there dea, but it was cool cuz we
talked for three hours about life, where we’re at, where we've been and what it meant, where we’re going, the bs
that we waste our time on, whats meaningful and basically put everything in
perspective. Its not like it was a forum
or nothing because I have these talks all the time. It just made me finally appreciate times like
these and realize that we’re all basically walking fortresses and we choose when
to walk out from our walls – say what you say and make you stronger.
Just in this world, I know everybody feels it that we act so
fake toward each other sometimes its hard to be real cuz when everyone else is
not real you can set yourself up to be a walking punching dummy. That’s why finding those who just understand
where you come from just puts you at ease.
Its just that when you are real and relax your cemented shoulders, there
is a great peace and you can finally breathe easier. No wonder stress is the number 1 cause of
anything detrimental in our society – Humans are capable of great deeds, and
the only one to stop us is ourselves.
Hopefully one day, we can all start being real with everyone without
getting killed, sued, beaten up, or ostracized and be genuine to lift ourselves
up to our full potentials.
The moral is to basically find those who are real friends
and try to make each other mutually better.
Be brutally honest or communicate in a way to help your friend realize what
they might not notice and always bring out the good in the bad. We’re all just here to find out who we are
and what we are to give to the world. We
may be able to do it all ourselves, but sometimes its easier when others break
it down.
Some may think me writing about stuff like that is stupid or
weird, but that is strictly from those types who cringe at the fact of letting
anything get close to them and that seriously is a cold and lost existence you
all, Im just being real so I have nothing but love and compassion as we all
climb out of this black hole together looking for light.
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