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About Me

I like to forcibly insert myself into everyones private and quiet little space while I'm bleeding, eyes full of hostility. Yes these are scars from fighting. Yes I'm comfortable with that. I'm enlightened.A burning flame. A paradox of sorts. Prove your heart and you shall recieve one who finds it the utmost honor in life to die for those he loves. Cross me and you shall earn my everlasting enmity. Forever loyal to friends. For enemies I will show you niether compassion nor mercy. Never forgets a wrong but cherishes every good deed. A lover of the fragility of life. Burning with anger against any force created which tries to hold me down. A conqueror. You may hate me. You may love me. But make no mistake, you wont ever forget me.Here is my last fight on may 19th in st louis... width="425" height="350" ..Here is another one where I am fighting a Krav Maga expert!.. width="425" height="350" ..

My Interests

Ironing myself out as a blade would be through fire. Getting myself into lots of fun and trouble by doing the opposite of what everyone expects. Destroying my enemies. Shielding the weak. Commanding respect. Yearning for valor. Hoping to die on the fields of battle.

I'd like to meet:

If you really hate pop culture. If you cant stand following the herd. If you seek after adventure then odds are we will be cool. If your a guy as long as you have a warriors spirit we can relate.If your a chick as long as your fun to talk to it will be all smiles n giggles.If you find yourself routinely saying "Its all so freakin hilarious." Then already we have a connection.

Music:

ANything with a good beat gets me goin. Almost into a trance. My heart starts pumping and all this fire inside me is yearning to rip through this flesh and release itself into the world. Repression is evil.

Movies:

"When the world ends I can breathe a sigh of relief because there will be so much to look forward to."Donnie Darko

Books:

Shogun, 48 Laws of Power, The Silmarillion, Wild at Heart, The Vision, The Book of Isaiah, Judges and the Psalms.

Heroes:

All those who died for something greater than themselves. All the soldiers without graves.

My Blog

Desert Drifting

Deep within the desert driftingStiff winds blow on sands of sifting Empty sadness in scorching lightWinds bite bitter in desert night From the sound of parched crySpring liquid tears in desert dryOasi...
Posted by Ryan on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 12:21:00 PST

Our Sorrow Singing

Now I tell you a story seeming Envisioned beauty brought while dreaming He was a man of words no waste A palate for life of peculiar taste His somber face did seldom laugh Sad eyes lost till crossed h...
Posted by Ryan on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 08:50:00 PST

My lovely one

May these words find you. It has long been since I labored in vain to distinguish the outline of your face. I touched you once but I never knew your name. Ironic it seems, to kn...
Posted by Ryan on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 01:25:00 PST

A moment if I may

Now let me tell you a couple things From unending wells where sadness springs Not everyone who is happy wears a smile Not all the depressed are in denial Not all who oppress will ever stand trial...
Posted by Ryan on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 03:37:00 PST

The sickness of being human.

We are wretched creatures. It seems the older and wiser I become, the more ashamed I am of being a part of "mankind". There are no other creatures on this earth who act so selfishly and de...
Posted by Ryan on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 10:28:00 PST

Marriage is a joke.

Usually I like to post things in story form or poem form so as perhaps to add some color to my thoughts. However I feel like being as blunt as possible so everyone equally can be offended and di...
Posted by Ryan on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 12:15:00 PST

A sword in my hand

From dusk till dawn, sleep till wake. Sadness so long for destiny's sake. From my cage I see the battle. Stirring rage while chains do rattle. I grit my teeth and clench my fists. Sweet release of hel...
Posted by Ryan on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 02:07:00 PST

"The cedar of our roof"

Derrik was his name. He came into the world behind a veil concealing the deepest longing of his heart. Through childhood Derrik sensed a submerged resorvoir of feeling churning and moving...
Posted by Ryan on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 11:41:00 PST

The tale of the Wounded Man. Chapters 1-5 rev.

Prelude Under a canopy of despair, enshrouded in gloom there he was. The wounded man who beared the weight of the world. He knelt between two clenched fists full of anguish at the world who despised ...
Posted by Ryan on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 04:50:00 PST

Thought for the day

Hey folks!! Here's a thought for you today brought to you by Ryan's warped mind! Enjoy! I sit inside an empty shell Where echoes of my endless thoughts fill ...
Posted by Ryan on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 04:37:00 PST