This is Charles Kiesov, i have created a profile but still exist to account for one which is my own fault. Due to the fact i was to comprehensive to the fact that i didn’t care enough, or the fact that the information wasn’t given to me. I am Nyalic’s brother….in which i will stand side by side to any force that comes our way, to which any evil steps before us……because we are stronger then any obstacle that can overcome our heart.

I am destined to be the the best professional NL/. tournament player….this is a hard obstacle to overcome…but it is my life….what i feel i need to do…what i feel in my heart i need to do. “All men die, not all men really live”-Braveheart-…..in my word’s….”all Men try to live, all Men try to make it, all Men try to be there best,……but in the end…..the strongest MEN,,…hold there hand up high…and say this is why i live.

God created us for a reason, to do our own, to make what we are.
he doesn’t give any explanation, nor no reason…..just the way he acts.
I believe, in my heart….there is evil in this world we live in, obstacles the devil will ALWAY’s give us. You might think the LORD is laying back, taking it easy…..(laughing)…but in reality…he has already given enough power to you to overcome anything that comes your way. Ask for help, there he is…lift up a rock and i am there. Cut a piece of wood and u will find me….for i am the LORD…and for always i will be with you. AMEN……. Brother’s and Sister’s…for this world we live in, we take for granted, God watches us and studies the things we have accomplished.

The reason i am trying to explain……look in your heart, look in your eyes…and believe in what u see

I would like to take a little time to salute all of the men and women in uniform who’ve given their lives for us and our country.  A salute to those who returned to us with broken bodies and minds in return for their service. A salute for the men and women in uniform who now serve to preserve the freedoms of our land. A heartfelt thanks to you men and women. I also want to thank the family and friends of those who have fallen. I pray that you will find consolation in your loss. For your loss is our gain. I want to thank the family and friends of those whose loved ones returned but whose lives are shattered. No amount of compensation can restore that which was taken. I pray that you receive strength and the support that a grateful nation should give. Last but not least, I thank the family and friends of those who are currently serving. I pray that you receive peace and the safe return of your loved ones.

To my fellow countrymen, let us reflect on the sacrifice these men and women have laid on the altar of freedom and to the debt that we owe them. Let us not forget our responsibilities to our communities and each other, which was paid in blood and tears.

Chapter 9
I feel the rain starting to approach. It always come when you dont expect it, and when you
believe that it finally may pass. The ground will begin to shake, spliting the earth benith you
feet. And you will fall. This is how it will happen every single time. You just have to prepare
as much as you can when the sun is out.

Im wondering now about all these things ive learned in the past several months. It is the idea
that im beings built up to only being knocked back down. C’est la vie? I hope not. This idea
depresses me and makes me stagnant. And once again im faced with the question that ive
never been able to answer.

This hurts my heart and crushes my spirit. Why does this happen? Am i blind or do i see to
much? Im tired of this feeling. When you try to let go, the poison will turn your mind to black.
I feel a strange but familiar feeling coming over me. That staring at the patterns on the wall
feeling. Numb. This is today, im affraid.

Dark Side Of The Soul (2001)
In an endless bliss of confusion and grief
Voices bicker i cant find my relief
A dizzy haze overwhelms my sight
I lower my chin and gather my fright
These voices these sounds that chill my skin
A blast of insanity i raise my grin
STOP TALKIN STOP TALKING i shout with rage
All goes dark and i wake in a cage
Strapped to a board i find myself
And a man to question my mental health
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU i say in my mind
His mouth begins to chater and my teeth begin to grind
Take me away my angel of light
Take me away protect me through the night
But in my mind i know you arnt there
Even to my angel im just a scare
The pity i can prove that sets me off
I could cut her throat and shake it off
Were not friends not anymore
A smile only left and revenge in store
Look in my eyes and youll see the sad
Thoughts forced a smile from the frown i had
So angry i quiver so mad i shake
Lets bottle this misery and see what i make
I HATE THIS I HATE THIS i want to scream
To the top of my lungs to show what i mean
“i cant cry” im allready dead
“take me away” as i hang my head
Empty empty is the heart of mine
Only God can help me save me this time
Im tired of living this life of pain
I torture myself to grow insane
I cant love and think to much
I gind my teeth and numb to the touch
Because its love that makes the heart feel
And im empty inside cold as steel
Love care and feeling i always run
Thinking back so much pain it makes me numb
Will not reveal will not share
Life is shitty and love isnt fair
So no more pity and not more light
As i take on my mind in an endless fight
My future is grim i can see
Thats what i choose thats for me
You now see me for what i really am
To the love you offered and still i ran
All alone and torturing another soul
The sin of all sins has taken its toll
The tears that are bottled masking the pain
To the love of that person her only gain
“whats so wrong with me” she sais in screams
But her mouth stays shut and lives it in her dreams
“suck it up be a man” he sais
“and allow to love like the good Lord sais”
Or forever you mind will prevent all love
A feeling youve never felt it had to of come from above
“im sorry im sorry” but this is just me
thats my life its what i choose its for me
Then the feeling of love will never overcome your soul
That pity in your heart will grow to an endless hole
“your right your right the insane man will go”
ill be back after she sais no

Chapter 8
I feel like ive been living in a prison, these past 10 years. Thats half my life. In a prison that ive
made, tailor made, for myself. Built strong to hold me in. Walls made of stone that keep me
secluded from the world. I feel safe here, i know how to live here, i can survive here. But
sometimes you have to wonder what is outside these walls. Its what im affraid of the most.
The walls of this appartment keep me safe, and i feel that is all i need. Possesions, they feel
empty to me. I cant even imagine, even having a little money, going to a store and saying
“ide like that” and you buy it. So forein. “whats this life for?”.

I can imagine myself in a forest, miles away from anything civilized. Living a life i want to live.
I cant live among your concrete jungles, it changes a person. They lose touch of what they
were once all about. You become calased, to the feelings of those around you. I cant allow
myself to turn into that. Slowly the idea of more money becomes your ultimate goal. I dont
really have an income, at all. Besides of what is givin to me. Is that strange to you? How does
that make YOU feel. What questions would you have?

I dont think i want to learn to survive like you all do. It feels empty to me. I dont know why.
I just feel like i dont belong here. Those that know me best know where to find me.

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This is absolutely incredible. When I saw this, my jaw dropped and I smiled thinking of the possibilities. This could very well be the most important discovery of this decade. Props to Mr. John Kanzius and his work here. Watch this video and show everyone you know.

It’s been over 230 years since we were declared seperated from England.  It was in that instant, however, I believe something more important was declared.  On July 4th, 1776, we decrlared ourselves the United States of America.  The United… States… of America.  We, the fledgling colonists of our 13 states, were forced to reconcile our differences and band together as friends, as family, and as comrades to fight for the common good.  We’ve come a long way since that date. 

Ours, like many nations before us, has been a history characterized by discovery, expansions, conquests, wars, and other globe-altering undertakings.  We’ve struggled, both from within and throughout, yet we’re one of the youngest and most powerful nations in the world.  Why is that?  I believe the answer to this question lies within the nexus of ideas our forefathers presented first to one another and then to the rest of the nation.  We were to be united. 

If you look around today, that same sense is harder to find.  Our presidential candidates spend hundreds of thousands of dollars fighting for a chair.  What would happen if they worked that hard when they actually got there?  Our citizens squabble over petty differences in race, religion, and interests.  Our laziness forces us to talk a lot, yet do very little.  It enables us to use such creative words as efficiency as a regular excuse. 

We idolize people, then burn them down like candles with wicks at both ends.  Take Britney Spears for example.  The brightest flame burns quickest.  TV often acts as an avenue for many of these poisons.  We have shows about people cheating on each other and idiots running around naked in shopping carts or cutting a 50 thousand dollar vehicle in half simply because they have the money to pay for it.  These shows not only exist; they are popular.  We have people being shot in the street because their shirt is the wrong color. 

Governmental parties and religious groups speak out against one another, pointing fingers – each one believing they are the correct, proper, or righteous side.  Nobody is right if everybody is wrong.  Each day we move further and further apart.  When I think of that notion, I can’t help but remember a statement which has become a chiseled part of our nation’s history: “United we stand.  Divided we fall.” 

We fight wars, the purpose for which a very limited percentage of our population truly understands.  Hate is often generated for the unfamiliar.  Our reputation world-wide is closer to that of a bully than that of a helpful big brother.  And why is that?  Are we all innately born arrogant assholes because of the name we gave to this soil so many years ago?  Racism across the globe is pathetic, but racism within your native country?  This is simply the most influential ingredient in a guaranteed recipe for disaster.  How can we respect anyone else if we cannot respect ourselves?  What this country needs is a refreshed, replenished, fortified, and accurate sense of itself.  We will fall, divided, if we do not stand, united. 

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