Cridealist - Exposed

Mar 24, 2007 at 08:37 o\clock

Leaving Newfoundland

Mood: lethargic
Listening to: frou frou: Let Go

 The power of energy:

This energy I feel flows from me to everyone else arounds me, and vice versa, its a constant give and take in some way or another.

In a dominant situation the superior will win any argument because he or she is able to capture the power of the less dominant, more submissive person.

The energy flows from humans to nature, from nature to animals, animals to humans, animals to nature to everything around us.

All this energy comes from the sun. It comes from the moon, the tides, the gravity of earth. All the forces that act on the worlds pull gives off some energy, its around us; in us.

  • the moon controls the ocean, seas, waters and tides...
  • human beings are made up of between 65% and 80% of water.

Think about it for a minute,

  • in some way can this somehow affect our moods, our liking to certain things around us, our reactions, our mind set, our goals,  even our actions.  Are we constantly stirring like the tides, moving through life set on a series of governed rules of the moon and its direct/indirect gravity pull on the earth?

Im always changing, in some way or another i move, I live somewhere, i move somewhere else live there for a bit and move again. Most recently this is all by choice, thats why i came to newfoundland and why I am returning back to Toronto. Its my choice, but in my past moving houses was something that came at me like a bullet. I was suddenly wisked away into another lifestyle forced to adjust, make changes, difficult ones that were sometimes overwhelming to someone so young. Not much can be said though when your either on the street or living in an apartment with two people you only know as someone a part of your family only never really around, sleeping in a room with two other people, one of them who smoked ( a really disgusting, annoying and harmful habit that i was forced to take in) the other too young to even realize the worst of it all. My allergies were unbearable, with two cats who shed as though it were a massive heat wave. an unclean, i think moldy living space that seemed all too painful and shocking for words to describe.

Sure i may be dramatic but to me this is my past, even though for a short while, as the months went on we moved again, to another home and then another. All the while adjusting to new habits, new lifestyles and new cultures as well.

my point is, most of the moving occured on full moons... periods of the year where strange and immeasureable things happen. All in a time when i myself was going through a change. adolescence...

The teenage years are the hardest, and im almost out of it.

I dont know how much longer it will take, all i know is that change needs to happen soon and staying in newfoundland, stuck in a pattern that is unnatural and all too simple. is not right for me.

I need big city lights, traffic, fast pace  and people.

so goodbye newfoundland, i had a fun ride,

hello toronto: dont crush me!

Mar 17, 2007 at 07:59 o\clock

Read This!

by: cridealist   Keywords: sexuality

Mood: down
Listening to: nothing

As i sit here in this empty shop and i contemplate on the way things are...

why do you assume? Why do you put me in a category, a label and tell the world im this person i do not want to be.

I dont feel anything anymore except anxiety.

at least this means im alive...

my point of writing is to clarify the fact that what you think you know isnt true. I fight so hard inside to show mi actions are not as they are.

I just want to die. Im so tired and helpless. I take pity on myself to ease the pain. I do not want sympathy, only understanding.

 I lay here, naked

my heart broken

wiping my hands

i try to clean

18  years of fear

and anxiety.

 maybe it will change

i tell miself

maybe its just a challenge

i must overcome

but as i lay here

i feel only hurt,

suffering and the acidic

bile of a life wasted.

l

isten to me for your benefit, enjoy the things you have before they are gone...

youll never see them again

Sep 17, 2006 at 04:29 o\clock

This is an Understatement

by: cridealist   Keywords: mood

Mood: inspired?
Listening to: nothing

Yes, it is around 4 30 am and I just couldn't sleep. Im way to nervous about the flight in less than 2 hours. I really just want to be in newfoundland already. Okay so here is the deal, yes i am moving to newfoundland and yes i am a little sad about it...okay be back later gtg sleep

Sep 15, 2006 at 06:06 o\clock

Torn

Mood: Nostalgic
Listening to: Department Of Youth-Alice Cooper

I've come to the very obvious conclusion that anyone, ANYONE, can be a writer. What am I trying to do? I want to be a journalist but according to my philosophy teacher, I can't even write. Its such bullshit. I wish there was some easier way to do this.

 

The walls are black, my skin; red. Im bleeding all over the white carpet, I can feel my innocence tearing apart as I sit here with the blade in my hand. God im dark...and bored..

im sick of life.

Jul 11, 2006 at 02:07 o\clock

even more randomness

YOUTH: THE MEDIA NEEDS YOU!

How far are you willing to go?

 

MIKE VASILIOU

 

The media wants you! Here is your big shot at becoming a celebrity! First you’ve got to get rid of anything and everything you know, that means all of that science junk and useless math you’ve been keeping in your head for university. Secondly, you need to act dumb, flirty and sexy. Focus on weighing less than 100 lbs, and only drink water.  Can you do that? Just look up to Hilary Duff and Tom Cruise, and your set! But first, how far are you willing to go?

Media-constantly repeated- is all around us; the radio, television and internet, at a general point. We see and hear it, possibly think it, as if breathing air.  Constantly sucked in by the numeral amount of gossip surrounding celebrities- none of us know by the way- and looking up to a sexy body image is in no means a proper way to live a healthy teenage life.  

You might argue, but it’s true. Our lives become so focused on television and the internet that we develop horrible study habits, bad attention spans and become monotonous creatures-all this happening at a crucial adolescent time. We think not for ourselves but for everyone else and what they want us to think. Subconsciously we do not know how it affects us, but in time it eventually shows.

Being able to identify the high-quality and informative from the cheap and cloning is something we do however learn as we develop into adults. With that in mind, I am not saying that the media doesn’t give us an advantage to our past, because it certainly does. We have better research tools, the world comes together much faster and so much can be granted to us through it. It has been a way to communicate positive moral messages-though the negative ones are more obvious-and develop a solid technique for creative inspiration.

 Media recently though, at least in the past few years, has become alarmingly ‘fake’. The six o’ clock news has more information on Paris Hilton than last night’s political campaign. But even that, especially in the U.S., has been a popularity contest too. And you can’t even turn on the radio without hearing that another singer is becoming an actress. An actress who, now, can record her untalented vocal voice into a machine, where it ultimately spits out a number one hit on the charts. Artist such as Cole Potter or Lauryn Hill are the real musicians, they have talent, but are always being overshadowed by a marketed-based music industry.

Sure its good entertainment and keeps us distracted for a while from our own problems but when and where do we draw the line? There is life beyond the media and being able to choose, as a personal choice, between what one feels is the right thing compared to the bad is something we all must do. Identifying within the media, too, the positive benefits and encouraging entertainment is very important. It is your choice after all; I just hope you won’t go too far.

 

 

 

 

 

Who is the greatest?

Mike A. Vasiliou

 

Second my first and top your best

What it comes down to is,

Who will win this test?

Is it you, or I, to win

I feel it deep within my skin

Each move you make,

It is challenge we both take.

 

We are staring eye to eye,

No glances, no looking by,

Cause we aren’t playing a game

We are creating a flame.

Connection in battle, sparks they are soaring 

One on one, going to work hard,

To get the goal, we cannot let down our guard.

Opponent an obstacle, a teammate has strength,

Our positions, we’ve titled to run the desired length.

 

Don’t look down; it’s you and me to race

Swim a lap, run a mile, burn rubber,

Take it with pace,

Cause the end is near, and I am going to win

My heart is set, held high, my chin.

 

The last man standing is said to be the greatest

It’s not the guy knocked down or whoever is the latest.

The finish line, it calls, champions of courage and heart,

To rise to the challenge, the gun at the start.

 

 

 

Children: They Need to Get Active!

 In a problem to overweight children breeds a solution to bad habits: going outside!

 

MIKE VASILIOU

SPECIAL TO THE PAPER

 

What is it going to take our society to see the effects of lack of activity on children? Children, at least those of twenty years ago, lived off two things: food and activity. From dawn to dusk, breakfast to dinner, children were outside, active and alive. Look around in our time and see how children live, now; at home, in front of a TV and lazy.

With an alarming rise in children who are obese, ADD-affected, and slothful, we can safely agree that it’s due to the lack of activity. Obesity was hardly an issue back in the late 70’s because children were full of life. They were not ‘glued’ to a 52’ television watching Survivor, the ever popular reality show, they were being survivors. Children, now with an impenetrable watch on them from parents, 24/7, cannot even leave their suburban street and visit the closest park- unless of course it is behind the house where parents can watch them like hawks. Then the slightest accident-whether it be falling off a swing or jumping from the monkey bars-parents are there to rescue them with a 2-tonne emergency kit. 

Not saying that we have not come far in terms of safety regulations, from the numeral amounts of child abductions, dog bites and increased car accidents among children, because we have and it is no wonder parents fear for their child’s life. However I am preaching-as awful as it sounds- children are becoming mindless beings. They aren’t experiencing dangers faced by them to learn right from wrong. For instance if they run into rocks near a creek and lose a shoe in them, I sure hope they do not try it again. But because they do not experience those dangers on a regular basis-and as horrible as it may sound- when they actually go near water they lose all common sense and try something even more dangerous.

Being inside all day, on a sunny Saturday afternoon, all the food they want to eat and all the video games they want, isn’t a real idea of activity. Sure they have enforced more physical education in schools and banned junk food from cafeterias but they are lacking that essential sense of adventure, to explore the unknown outside their home, their small street and that park in the school playground. At age seven, a child going on a diet doesn’t sound appropriate, it sounds ridiculous. Parents should not be limiting their food supply because their lack of activities does not balance food intact. It should be the other way around. It just seems so inhumane.

I cannot give advice on how to increase safe, bubble-wrapped fun, but I can say that not giving your child the chance to experience exercise beyond the gymnasium, clear of the possible thirty-minute workout video with mom, extending past the occasional walk after dinner, is in no way an approach to give your child a healthy advantage in a society, now governed on weight-loss.

 

Do we really want our children to be products of a future economy based solely on indoor fun? Because even though they risk UV rays, asthma from smog etc, they do come from a natural, instinctive background. I’ll leave this for you; you are the judge.

 

 

This is it!

Mike A. Vasiliou

 

 

Distance instance my chance,

To shine with, my thoughts inside,

Minds eye, together unwind,

The tangled string, my thoughts

We sing, a choir of angels, the thread

We call life, it dangles, we fight, to hang on,

The rope we handle.

Limbo our lives, straddle our pride swallow hard our homes remember.

Silver medals pure white gold and ember.

Makes it the greatest time unfold forever.

 

Wishful in dance and listed romance

The song she sings with mighty glory

Make it her dream, vision

Unseen, it’s our future-selves to deem.

City lights and suburban heights

Conversation she sells to me

Join hands in church, a lovely choir

The bells they chime,

Doves from heaven come to make it rhyme.

 

Collaborate and celebrate

This year is soon over

Through masks, remembrance

December and clover, we surrender,

Our time we spend to last a lifetime.

 

Surround the air with familiar voices as we wonder about our choices.

 

 

 

 

She doesn’t exist.

Mike A. Vasiliou

 

 

Does she hear me?

My cries for help,

Am I plagiarizing?

Am I procrastinating?

 

It took so long to see it

 And its not even there

How can I do it?

This really doesn’t seem fair.

 

If I strayed from my path,

“The path to be”

How do I get back?

And do I do it for me?

 

This temptation is never-ending

It doesn’t want to stop

I feel so numb and it’s overextending

Like a big fat flop.

 

You act in the vein, I am invisible,

Like I don’t have a heart

My soul, to you seems divisible,

You ripped me apart.

 

Cried rivers its ‘I’, who

‘I’, is she, that appears like nothing

A ghost screaming ‘boo’ in green goo

Her tears, she turns it into something new.

 

Now she’s looking in the mirror

She sees a reflection, transparent complexion,

Faded, it isn’t getting clearer,

She doesn’t exist, facing ultimate rejection.

 

 

 

Screwed!

By: Mike A. Vasiliou

 

It’s crunch time

 I’m struggl’in

Try’in, fight’in, my eyes keep shut’in

Good, bad, mediocre?

It’s unlike ne game of poker.

The cards aren’t real,

It is these words I deal

The chips are piled

The sweat, 52, each one wyld.

The words, type, insane, I hype,

To find the balance on the lengthy gripe.

 

Tests are battles, assignments a fight

The sword my fingers, the shield against da light

To rid me of the pain I gotta get an eighty

Can’t waste ne more time, or it could get weighty.

The war, I’m messed, three a.m.

I’m done, can’t make it to class on two hours, damn

Spell’in “mistakes”, with no ‘a’’s

The words of the week without ne ‘days’

There ain’t no way I’m gonna make it happen

My fingers anticipate my desk, deh keep tappin

To find da right werd,

To fit the right sentence,

Present past or future tense.

 

Shoulders are clapping,

They see me scrapping

I seriously need a lil napping.

Sit still, or restless,

Not sure of the motive

My eyes keep tripp’in

There’s something mov’in in the distance.

4 am, now I’m awake, if the weekend were here

I wouldn’t be tired and wouldn’t have ne fear,

But I’m hop’in, search’in the ground I’m cop’in

And understand to conclude,

 That seriously,

I’M SCREWED!

 

PROLOGUE

It had always been something he feared within the room; the way he felt when he couldn’t see anything around him, expect for the endless dark before him. It was as though something could see him and he couldn’t look back. It made him vulnerable to the dark world in front of him and he didn’t like that feeling. Passing into one dream and then another as the night went by was something he never and could ever do with ease. Little did he know that this feeling would prove useful on a night when evil took over the world?

He had always been told that mysterious secrets lay deep within the dark of the night, past the enchanted dreams, the scrolling moon across the horizon and especially beyond the fears which, in human nature, has proven to be a vulnerable weapon. However it was not until the night when the lives of him and many others were at risk. Whether they knew it or not, the events leading up to the tragic events would not compare to the torture and merciless pain inflicted on each of them, as they innocently encountered evil. Readers beware; this isn’t your typical horror story. The following is a story unsuitable for a younger viewer. Its deeply descriptive and graphic content, at times, can be overwhelming. The story is read in third person, and some of the characters do not have physical description. Leave it to your imagination. 

 

 

19 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity

 

19 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity
 
1.  At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars.  See If They Slow Down.
 
2.  Page Yourself Over The Intercom.  Don't Disguise Your Voice.
 
3.  Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that.
 
4.  Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label it "In".
 
5.  Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks.  Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.
 
6.  In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Smuggling Diamonds".
 
7.  Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With The Prophecy".
 
8.  Don't use any punctuation.
 
9.  As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.
 
10.  Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.
 
11.  Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go".
 
12.  Sing Along At The Opera.
 
13.  Go To A Poetry Recital.  And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme?
 
14.  Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play tropical Sounds All Day.
 
15.  Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.
 
16.  Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.
 
17.  When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won!  I Won!"
 
18.  When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives!  They're Loose!"
 
19.  Tell Your Children Over Dinner, "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."

 

 

 

Jul 11, 2006 at 01:53 o\clock

more randomness...cleaning out computer

Dale Mapstone, a friend.

Mike A. Vasiliou

 

In our innocence we find,

Peace as a whole unwind,

Raveled in our thoughts,

Our memories we stood as a whole,

The closure could not compare to the

Times that we shared.

 

Benevolence and benign, we care.

Heart and courage and soul unite,

You touched our lives, one life,

That’s yours.

 

Imprinted in our minds, your beauty

As a friend, tough and brave, you dictate our future,

Bring pride from shame, as we gather again

Grows beyond the garden, roses stretch on.

Your children so brave, so, secure because of you.

 

If you remember us, we as you do,

It’s hard to pass this world we live,

Our times spent here is no measure

To the greatness above.

 

Forgive our enemies and turn our cheek,

Even though it may make us meek,

So brave in the morning bird sings, as if flies

In our minds, live,

Dale we will always remember…

 

365

 

You changed everyone, you’re with everyone…

Dale we miss you.

 

 

 

 

Dear Rahul,

 

            This letter is going to be a little hard for me to write. By now you are already on the plane, and are about to begin flight. This letter, I hope, you will keep for a very long time because in the distant future, when we are thirty, forty or even nearing our fifties and hopefully still in touch, you can show it to me and tell me how you felt when you read it.

Again, this letter is going to be hard to write. I am not editing it, or even going to read it over, because if I do, I will probably end up changing something and I don’t want to do that. Some of it may sound dumb, I know, but just know that it is 12:30 am, the night before Graduation, and I had a long day. I swear it, I write better!!!

 

            Okay, to begin my breakdown; you’re leaving Canada and going to Australia!!! What are you thinking??/!! We are all going to miss you so much! I’m angry, excited, happy but really sad that your going be gone for so long. I mean I know you have been on trips and I have missed a ton of school, but I always knew that we would see each other again, at the lockers or in the cafeteria but now I really can’t tell when I will see you again, which makes me really upset. I am extremely joyful that you are going to be heading off into the big world, in a wonderful school and in the coolest country ever, but I am more disappointed that I won’t be able to share in on your excitement.

You and I go way back. From the start we had an awesome connection and clearly you made a mark on me because I even remember the first thing I said to you, “You’re from Scarborough? So am I!” Way back in grade 10 which only feels like yesterday, was where our friendship began. It grew into something even greater over the senior years of high school. A ton of memories float my mind each time I think about it, and most of them are with you, which makes these times of our teenage years all the more special that I spent them with you. From grade 11 to having nearly all the same classes together and laughing the whole time, looking forward to always seeing you was the greatest thing ever. There was the odd time and I am not going to lie, that I wanted to yell at you over silly things, but I am glad I didn’t. I’m positive it was the same for you. Now I know your wondering, what things? Right? Well they are not important, but I do remember when you played that little game and stopped talking to me for a day. I remember it was the Friday before my 16th birthday and I was completely crushed. For some reason, I think it was because we spent so much time together, I got so down over that. I mean at that point I realized I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. I knew you were joking, hopefully that was it, but it was pretty heart-wrenching, not going to lie. It flew by me though that Sunday when you all had that little get together for me. I was so happy and so thrilled that I never really said thanks enough for what you guys did. The whole B.E.P. CD and Discman was more than anyone could ask for. And the cake, the thing I almost died over lol. I remember feeling so sick, whether it was the popcorn in Harry Potter 3 or the pork chops I had before going to Andres house, I don’t know but I do remember telling myself that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go that day. Okay enough about me, I feel bad lol. Just got caught up in details.

 

Rahul this is going deep now. I always found that you were the one who built my confidence and I know it sounds silly but it’s true. You always managed to make me laugh even in the hardest of times, you kept me going through all the stuff that happened at home and at school, and you were always there to listen when I needed you. Everything from the little drama issues with the gang, way back in gr. 10 and 11 to even now as we depart and graduate from high school. Tomorrow, as I am writing this, is our graduation day, which blows because I don’t know if I am graduating. But if you did see me at graduation day, I want you, right now on the plane, lean forward and tell the person in front you of you this, “That your greatest friend from high school graduated, that he came close to failing but he managed to do it.” You better do it, and don’t lie to me in future emails! If I didn’t, well then, tell the person in front of you that he didn’t and will forever be a failing goof. LOL. Yes, well okay back to the deep stuff. Rahul, I told you so many things about my life, my past and certain things about me, and you always were there, sometimes I wondered why, but you always were there and stuck by me. I hope that I did the same for you too, but I know we have had some heart to hearts. Everything you have ever told me has always stayed with me. Everything we ever did has always been apart of me, and has made me who I am today, the good part of me anyways. LoL. I know its corny, but it’s the truth when I tell you that I looked up to you, and over time you eventually brought me up there with you. In grade 10, I started off with barely anything, I had just moved to that basement apartment on Paramount, from the bullshit I dealt with all throughout grade nine and moving downtown and everything else, and you became the person I needed, the person who was and hopefully still is, my best friend. You guided me onto the right path, in subtle ways, and kept me going all throughout those years. I mean, based on where I came from and the path I was about to go on, its making me realize that you did change me.

Whether it was the fact that we had all those classes together, or if it was summer school, or even if it was the connection of our past and the life in Scarborough, we had some kind of really neat friendship, that I hope will be cherished for the rest of our lives. Even that too, when grade 12 rolled around and we talked about how we would have so much fun together, it still happened. We lost track of each other through this past year, but we still managed to stick together, we weren’t connected to the hip like in gr. 10 and 11 but we still were apart of each other in each class we had. I think the space too had helped us define our friendship that much further. Of course we change, we grow, I saw a lot of that this year with everyone in our group, but we still kept apart of each other alive.

I mean it makes me upset that we didn’t keep close throughout this year and I think I realize that I folded because you weren’t there. I mean I don’t know about you, but I always felt like in each of our classes I kept competing for better grades, I had the will to do better because of you. It’s a sad situation, but it’s true. Like, you kept me going, you kept me wanting to achieve better grades.  I know eventually you got sick of it, me being there all the time, I sensed that, but I’m hoping when I say this, you understand what I mean and you sort of feel the same way too. Like I don’t know what happened in physics, why even though we didn’t sit together, we strayed away but I think from that point on I realized we were growing up. It is okay though, I think, because it gives us character. We became apart of the world of change, which is what we are suppose to do. Being the same isn’t what we should be doing anyway. We need to grow, learn, and take with us everything that we did as pride and strength.

 

As you leave for Australia, I know that you are taking with you everything you passed through at Brother Andre. I know you are going to use everything you learned and continue to excel in everything you do. You are good that way. Nothing has ever stopped you from doing what you wanted to do, to achieve your goals, to bring greater meaning to yourself. I couldn’t be any more proud of you and I hope Australia will open many more doors for you. Opportunities await you, and I know that you never fail to grab hold of them. Your skill throughout this year has made me see in you, a man, a friend becoming someone great. Man, this is your start to a whole new world of great things.  I am just hoping that you make the right choices, meet the right people, and above all do the best you can. Just know that as you leave you can always come back, we all will be here, waiting to hear how awesome you do in school, how great you do in life!

I hope, Rahul, that despite you leaving and maybe never coming backL, do not ever become another face in the crowd. Succeed, always rise with your potential and never back down. But above all Rahul, NEVER EVER CHANGE! I know everyone says that, but in this case it means so much more. Your just such an awesome person and I can’t see you any other way. I honestly can’t tell you how happy I am for you!!!!

There are things I always wanted to tell you, most of them I did, things I hoped that made an impact on you and things I hope you take with you. You’re an awesome guy, who definitely deserves to go to that school and become a doctor. What kind of doctor? I should know this, but I don’t. lol

There are a billion things I need to say and want to say but I don’t know where to begin or even how I should end. Just know that our memories are there locked in our heads and hopefully will never ever leave us. You’re the greatest person I’ve known throughout high school. Most of the stuff I have experienced has been with you. You have made this transition to real life, that place I called home for the last few years, the best place to be. I could go over and probably go forever about everything that we have experienced but if I start and finished I would feel like I missed something. I don’t want that feeling, especially being that this is the last time I probably will ever see you still a teenager. I mean I know there is thanksgiving, I know there is Christmas but the chances of seeing you again are slim, and we both know it’s true. That is why I stress, over and over each time I see you that we have to keep in touch, whether my mail, email, phone, whatever, we have to keep this friendship alive. I still have so much more to tell you some secrets about people I need to gossip to you about and only over time can I tell you them all. So hah, I have an excuse to keep in touch!

 

Rahul, another paragraph means another way to tell you how much I am going to miss you. Knowing that you’re going to be around the world is going to kill me! To end this letter right now is going to kill me! It’s going to make me cry too. All that I am saying Rahul is thank you. Thank you so much for everything, I mean EVERYTHING!!!  For changing me, for just everything! And who cares if we didn’t spend as much time as we should have in gr.12 we have the rest of our lives to make up for it, we have gr.10 and gr.11!!

 

 

 

Rahul I really don’t know how to end this letter…lol… I don’t want too! But I will end in some kind of quote I guess,

“Thou shall seeist thou soon?” (iunno remembering our Shakespeare) and then…

“GET IN THE F**kING CAR”

 

 

***TO GOOD TIMES, GOOD LAUGHS, GOOD MEMORIES.****

 

 

 

Never ever forget me Rahul!

 

In the future when I write my book and become some kind of awesome journalist, I will write an article about our friendship, I will make sure that you, mister, stay alive, in my head and in my heart (gay I know lol but its true) and u gotta do the same too!

 

 

Here is the mailing address too, so write back!!!!

GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN DUDE!!!!

 

 

With great thanks and peace from your greatest pal ever,

 

 

 

 

 

Mike A. Vasiliou   (remember that name!)

 

 

See ya soon!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

From the Height of a Nostalgic Adolescent

Mike A. Vasiliou

 

 

It’s distinctive,

Were instinctive

Our individualism from light,

Through a prism,

Separating the colors,

Each other they stay in one direction

Gather now, eventually on our way.

 

Courage and heart,

Were going to part

You become a psychologist

Another journalist, priority, authority,

Branded our words on a page,

 You pull the level

 

Bring passion were here,

 In the now,

 Were set together

We are strong,

Together as long as we

 Remember the beginning,

In September when we all met.

 

Shadow Lake, the memories sustained

Our words now linger among the distant whispers that echo through the wood

And bounce back as it should so look beyond our future and research the past

You’ll always come back, know it, it’s a fact.

 

Voices do not need spoken

When your part of something unbroken

Like the state in which you are

In the wake of a woods, under illuminating stars.

 

 

 

 

Strange Love, Unlike Any Other

Mike A.Vasiliou

 

I can’t imagine being anywhere else

My home I thrive from, it’s make me ‘deep’,

I find my life gets truer the more

I stay the longer, I wait

The stranger it feels.

Conduct my laws, philosophies

And stories, to be accepted is

All we’ve ever wanted.

With imagination, creation,

Imitation I find it stand true the

Way we are.

Three letter words,

Two and one

why has my diction been wasting away,

I’m tired cant you see I’m sick of this!

 

But breathe deep now,

Past my words written,

Forever in my eyes.

Take me away to place alone,

Just you and me,

Forever to hold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let’s begin in a different state of mind; a different situation, a different motive, a different life. Step out of your own shoes and into another’s footstep.

 

 

Characters evolve from choices, their actions change who they were in the beginning to who they are in the end. Each chapter in a novel dictates what will eventually happen in the end, a change. A prosper through flaw is usually a common theme in any story

 

 

Her screaming could be heard from the small burger shop near the vehicle she was in. The sun had been setting in the west and all she could think about was how disappointed her mother would be, to know that her young daughter was committing a crime in her vehicle. She could feel the warm hands of an older man trace her leg up towards her underwear. She cringed as he slid his dirty fingers that had been working on that very car the same day, on the inside of her thighs.

 

 

Lines

Mike A. Vasiliou

 

Straight, narrow

Blending and bleeding

They travel along

Against, short and long

Forever they end,

They scatter in circles

Triangles, squares

Diamonds and bends.

They go up, they go down

A single swirl, a straight curl

Easy or hard they are easy to make,

They start one there lead to another.

Inspiration?

Uncertain, a perpendicular line,

Creates something vast and endless.

A line, like any other,

To create something unlike any mother,

A place, without sound

But words all around

 Pictures and sketches

The lines run, as it fetches.

Grabs hold of an element

Something we take for granted

Single-lines all around to create

Diagonals all slanted.

A line is a powerful tool

Used to intimidate a fool,

Line, its fine,

Each one defined.

 

 

 

Literature Influence

 

 

Literature is a medium in which, most cases, writers use to develop a possible truth for the challenges and choices individuals face in real life. In John Knowles novel “A Separate Peace” and “the Great Gatsby’ written by F. Scott Fitzgerald, the tragedies faced among some of the characters give greater meaning to human relationships and problems in ‘real’ life.  Actively living an experience first hand doesn’t necessarily give full account to motive and reasoning. However, in reading, one can produce more from life because they are educated on different levels. Literature makes it clear to identify with characters and their strengths and weaknesses, gives meaning to our  problems and in the same way, the inevitability of acknowledging one’s own experience to improve themselves by means of study and analysis.

 

            Reading and writing has always been a standard to analyze and interpret experiences faced in real life and equally important, with any great novel, the easiest way is to identify with the characters. One can better understand situations which cannot be seen first hand. Similarly characters in a novel help readers to identify with certain types of people and their motives. The purpose of individual activity is better understood through any character’s flaw or otherwise strengths and the process and pattern identified captures prosper or decay of one in real life.  In A Separate Peace the characters, Gene and Finny, unknowingly challenge their friendship once Finny is in his accident and breaks his leg. “A war, already [stirring within their] hearts” (Knowles, 32), grows and thickens and evidentially controls them. The lack of understanding, quite often is recognized in real life as a positive fixation, “…Now in this winter of snow and crutches with Phineas, I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of the night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing…” (Knowles, 97) and even in a time where Finny now struggled, Gene was still battling the war within himself in addition, negatively accusing himself of pushing him out of the tree in a jealous pursuit. Likewise, in Great Gatsby, as the disputes begin to expel so does the truth about a society formerly developed in the twenties and themes surrounding ‘the American dream’  and  the lose of lives due to greed and envy, initially proving, “The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.” (William Penn) A character’s reason for any action is most often easily defined in reading literature and is an approach to studying the fundamental basis for actively living within the real world. Characters help identify with human relationships and often give meaning to life’s tedious problems.

 

            The contrast between a novel and existent life provide individuals with an understanding to problems actively expressed within the realm of real life and offers greater implication for human existence. In any novel, like A Separate Peace, usually we are introduced at a time when the characters have-or are about to- embark on a series of journeys and transformations of oneself. They enter a time of conflict where themselves or the world around them are handed a series of challenges with which they must take with them towards the ending of the novel, evidentially changing. In the same way, the events of the real world and the choices individuals choose to make (or not) eventually develop into who one may become. On the contrary, one may never fully rise to their potential even when experience has given them wisdom to analyze their strengths and learn from their weaknesses. Moreover, in the middle of the John Knowles novel, through visual description and dialogue, once Finny returns to the dorm-room Gene discovers life to be enlightening and meaningful and it wasn’t until his absence that he found “peace is indivisible and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside [him]. So [he] ceased to have any real sense of it.” (Knowles, pg 115) and with this illustration of his new found peace, from a ‘fight’ with himself the meaning to ‘real’ life becomes further defined. The choices Gene makes within the novel and as answers to his questions unfold the more clear these issues are presented; it is a reflection in the real realm. Elsewhere, in the Great Gatsby the character George Wilson, who was married to Myrtle, faced tremendous grief when she was murdered and sought out to kill Gatsby by way of getting even. His motives led him to make faulty choices which led him to change for the worst. With that said, because of his actions, one can learn and understand the power and influence sins such as envy and greed can plummet to, evidentially showing the power of literature.

 

            The process and elements within the story helps us learn and appreciate the art within the novel as a reflection of life. You get an advantage of looking at things from a stronger perspective that you may not be able to in real life. Literature is developed, has a beginning, middle and end, outcomes can be a possible revelation or a depressing disclosure, depending on the novel, and its messages are easily visible. In correlation with real life one can assume that you have a better outlook on life and stronger point of view. Literature, whether it is a novel, play or any article, is a power tool in which one can define the basis of everyday lives they can’t when they actively live in it. The roots of any problems are easily identifiable and each topic once examined can better prepare someone for real life. In particular, assumptions can be made about those who are insecure in that most often one learns from another’s mistake. In A separate peace, the main character, Gene is extremely insecure when it comes to being compared to his roommate, Finny. Finny has an athletic appeal, Gene tends to envy and rage over it, and often times becomes insecure with his own inabilities to achieve what Finny can do. Finny is a leader and Gene is jealous, often times commenting in dialogue how he resents him for instance when he says,

“ I didn’t really think about it myself. What difference did it make? It was just a game. It was good that Finny could shine at it. He could also shine at many other things, with people for instance, the others in our dormitory, the faculty; in fact if you stopped to think about it, Finny could shine with everyone…” (Knowles, pg 32)

He is speaking out of resentment and insecurity, as would anyone in his place. However without a phrase spoken this way, one in real life would never assume a man could outshine this way and not have some kind of ‘hate’ towards him. Throughout the novel, and even though Leper went off the war, the “war” in his heart never ceased even when Gene returned after all those years. In great Gatsby the same sense of acknowledgement can be present as well. Adjacent to the recently stated, the themes of greed dominated the books appeal of the 1920’s. The insecurity issues were all under the rule of a materialistic world eventually foreclosing a strong novel with wonderful acknowledgement of the influence of a novel.

 

            Literature is often persecuted by a young audience and it is not until one is educated on the powerful influence of a novel will it be recognized by a young age group. However, it can safely be said that experiences, challenges, obstacles etc, faced in any novel is a powerful reflection of ones own life. The extent, to which literature enables oneself to study life in a way that which one can’t when they actively live in it, is indefinable. The limitless boundaries of literature open the minds of many to a world in which they can escape and become enchanted by words, paragraphs and statements all in correlation with everyday lives.  In the ending of these novels, clearly stated, their opinions of themselves had changed and so did their motives; this is a true reflection of real life. The power of literature in its final verdict is unlimited to those who open their minds to it, indeed “…I could feel now the gathering, glowing sense of sureness in the face of it.” (Knowles, 195)

 

 

 

ONE!

Mike A. Vasiliou

 

Existence, persistence

                                    Instance, resistance,

The tears, they flowed,

How time it slowed,

I could see you now,

Our memories,

Take a bow,

Your wisdom, knowledge,

History and strength,

Revealed overtime,

You there at arms length.

 

 

Uncle Tommy one of a kind,

Everything you were combined.

Now at one year since your passing,

I sit here thinking,

My hearts grief massing.

 

You left our world but,

Not our hearts,

Your hands overworked,

Your courage and heart as you depart.

 

In the sky your there in the eyes of your children,

A passion fire flares,

Of loves despair.

 

And here atone your place undone,

you stand in us our souls we trust,

 

We all love you

 

 

June 20, 2006

 

Précis: “Chapter Three: Crisis of Sovereignty” by Jean Pierre Vernant.

 

Well responsive to the importance of the crisis of Sovereignty and the impact on later societies, Jean Pierre Vernant begins his essay by recognizing a revolution from the collapse of Mycenaean power and spread of the Dorians throughout the Peloponnesus (1. 38). The social transformations, Vernant is quick to note, had the most immediate impact on thought; language was first to give evidence for the transformations (2.39). He goes on to say that from the Mycenae to Homer vocabularies of ranks and titles, civil and military functions and land tenure fell apart anywhere the old system was destroyed and the few terms that still existed, no longer had exact same meanings (2.39). Two forces- here Ve