Date: March 1, 2024
Random Thoughts
Sometimes hearts collide and are never again able to untangle
In the whirl of a cosmic dance, they meet, Two souls in the art, where edges blend and greet, Hair like ocean waves, in serpentine twirls, Blue on blue, the essence of two worlds. In the gaze they share, the universe is still, A moment's capture, against the odds, until, Their forms entwine, an intricate embrace, A sculpted bond, time cannot erase. Spirals of sentiment, in cerulean hue, Echo the tale of a love so true, Bound by the silent language of the eyes, Underneath the vast, unending skies. They are like stars that once aligned, In a pattern of destiny, designed, Where once their hearts have met and tangled, In life's vast canvas, forever they're mingled. For in the flow of this surreal space, They found a harmony, a sacred place, And though the world spins in its endless spin, Their unity is carved deep within.
Date: February 29, 2024
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People rationalize the weakness of their mind as the limit of their body
In the realm where mind and body intertwine, Where thoughts and flesh in silent pact align, There lies a tale, a whisper soft and sly, Of how we cloak the truth, in falsehoods, lie. For oft we blame the vessel, frail and slight, For failures of the spirit, shunning light. We craft excuses, woven, fine, and grand, To hide the weakness not of body, but of hand. In shadows of our making, we reside, Convincing self our limits are outside. Yet, within the heart, the truth does gently knock, Our greatest bounds confined by mental block. So let us not in easy falsehoods rest, And claim our flesh is what puts us to test. For in the mind’s vast expanse, unexplored, Lies strength untapped, and mighty swords to wield. Awake, arise, and with clear eyes perceive, The only chains we wear are those we weave. The body's limit is not where we fall, But in the mind's embrace, we find our all.
Date: February 28, 2024
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It is far more challenging to fight for your life when the threat is not imminent
In a chamber dim where death's envoys wait, Stands a king with cup, a master of his fate. His armor shines, a beacon in the gloom, A king who sips from a self-forged doom. These silent reapers, cloaked in shadow's veil, Hover close, their mission not to assail. They wait for no sword to swing or shield to raise, But for the habit that shortens the king's own days. The goblet gleams with a venom self-supplied, A slow demise that he has not denied. It's not the war that threatens king's domain, But the wine that flows through every vein. A battle not with armies, but within, Against a vice to which he's ever been akin. This war's not with an enemy at hand, But with the lure of the cup so grand. The reapers know, with every drink he's nearer, To their silent realm, the message couldn't be clearer. A distant threat, not with a presence felt, But in the choice with which he's nightly dealt. For the greatest foe, with which he must contend, Is the habit he can't grasp, nor apprehend. A struggle far from sight, yet deeply cast, A king fighting time, with each and every glass.
Date: February 27, 2024
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It is nearly impossible to recognize a lie when you are desperate for it to be true
In a realm of sand and whispering heat, A metal giant shuffles on iron-clad feet, With antlers that scrape the sunburnt sky, A truth he seeks, a truth that's shy. Faeries dance where hope does glean, On desert's breath and mirage's sheen, They pirouette in a wild, wistful troupe, Feeding the giant's relentless pursuit. He longs for verity, for something pure, For the sprites offer dreams that allure, Yet in his chest, a silent plea, For truths are scarce where falsehoods be. In the chase of a wish, the heart does sway, Blinded by want, in the stark light of day, Desire paints a picture too sweet, Leaving bitter the sands beneath his feet. The sprites, they shimmer with promise so bright, But in their glow, hides the pluck of the night, And so he marches, ever astray, In the dance of the mirage, where lies play
Date: February 26, 2024
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It is when people think the majority is on their side that they dare show you their real colors. No matter how ugly
In the flicker of the flames, faces come to light, A sea of crimson masks reveals the night. Emboldened by the throng, their truth takes flight, Hiding not the dark that dwells in plain sight. Eyes peer from shadows, bold and unafraid, For in the multitude, true forms are displayed. A masquerade where honesty is betrayed, And beneath the many, singular intentions laid. No singular hue, but a spectrum of intent, Reveals the soul’s fabric, torn and rent. In numbers do hidden fears relent, Exposing the vile where once angelic sent. The fire crackles, a sinister ballet, As masks slip further, character in decay. It's here in the crowd they confidently say, Behold the truth, in the communal fray. For courage is found in the echoing cheer, Where many stand, the self becomes clear. And in this assembly, none revere The beauty of truth, when it draws near. A portrait of humanity, unmasked and stark, A reminder that light also births the dark. In the gathering throng, one may remark: The many give rise to the truthful spark.
Date: February 25, 2024
Random Thoughts
Invisible progress is still progress
In a hall where silent whispers play, A stoic dwarf, in armor's sheen, Stands guard o'er keys in grand array, Yet what they unlock remains unseen. Each intricate turn, a silent stride, Toward goals unseen by eyes so bright, Though victories may not outside bide, Within, each key turns towards the light. The chest, untouched, a secret keeps, As countless keys fall to the ground, Though progress hides where darkness creeps, In every turn, its pulse is found. No eye beholds the locks give way, No cheer arises for keys that fit, But every silent move will sway, The future's door, bit by invisible bit. So let the keys in shadows dance, And let the patient dwarf pursue, For in the quiet, there's a chance, To find the paths that lead to truths anew
Date: February 24, 2024
Random Thoughts
In utter safety lies the greatest danger
In regal ease, he lounges on his throne, Amidst the dark, where shadowed fiends have flown, His sword lies still, his vigilance unstrung, Oblivious to the danger yet unsung. With every ghost that taunts the edge of sight, Our hero rests, assured of his own might. Yet in this calm, a treacherous snare does weave, For when we're most at ease, we most deceive. The jack-o'-lantern’s grin, a hollow leer, Bespeaks a night when boundaries smear. A caution to the wise, to the strong, the keen: The greatest peril hides where harm is not seen. So beware the comfort that too deeply sleeps, For in such repose, negligence creeps. A warrior's greatest battle, silent and deep, Is against the complacency that in safety does seep.
Date: February 23, 2024
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If you know you are afraid of a thing shut out all seemingly logical arguments that arise as to why you should not do it
In shadows deep where whispers creep, A cloaked figure makes their stand. Their heart may leap, the slope is steep, Yet forward goes the daring hand. Encircled by the fearsome throng, Eyes aglow with eerie light, Though everything may scream it's wrong, They tread the path that pierces night. Arguments of mind, so shrewd and logical, Urge retreat to safer ground. But the spirit fierce, mythological, In its quest for courage is found. For in the dance with spectral dread, Where lesser souls might flee and hide, There walks the brave, by inner fire led, With will of steel that won't be denied. Against the tide of trembling thought, Against the reasoned, cautious plea, The battle with one's demons fought, Is won by those who dare to be free.
Date: February 22, 2024
Random Thoughts
Most people are trapped to some extent somewhere they don't want to be. It takes though only one major act of emotional defiance to make your mind realize any wall can be broken and get the prison break started
In a realm of spectral haze and twilight gleam, Stands a warrior golden, a sight unseen. With armor etched in history's deep grooves, He wields his sword as the ghostly wall moves. Bound by chains unseen, in a silent plea, Amongst the whispering souls who long to be free. In his stance, a defiance, a bold decree, A heart's quiet riot against the keyless sea. "One mighty push, one courageous stand, Can shatter the walls of the shadowed land. For within us all, lies the power vast, To break from the binds of our spectral past." The spectral surge against his shield clashes, As the myriad of faces, hope's fire flashes. With every swing, his resolve does spark, Carving a path through the confines dark. In this dance of light and echoes cold, A tale of breaking free, bravely told. Where minds imprisoned seek the dawn, And with one fierce act, the chains are gone.
Date: February 21, 2024
Random Thoughts
Humanity did not earn nor does it deserve decentralization. All the same it is here
In a realm where data streams as rain, A robed figure raises flame to the digital domain. In hands, a beacon burning bright, Against a giant's clutch, an ethereal light. Within this cryptic, virtual space, A diamond gleams with cypher's grace. Contained, a power vast and wide, A force that time cannot divide. The mage, a guardian of keys untold, Before the monolith, bold and cold. His torch, a symbol of an age-old fight, For a truth that dawns, devoid of right. No claim of merit, nor of due, The shift arrives like morning dew. Silent and profound it spreads its seed, Beyond the grasp of human greed. The magic cast, the spell is spun, The era of the many, not the one. A gift or burden, who's to say? Yet, onward it moves, come what may.
