Date: July 24, 2024
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Every day is a test of courage to make another step toward the life you dare to deserve
In a realm where dreams take flight, A child ascends the spiral's height. Through night’s embrace, his journey begins, Where warriors guard and the test within. He grows in dreams, both fierce and bold, As stairs of courage, his fate unfold. Each step he takes, a battle fought, In his heart and mind, new strength is wrought. With every dawn, a chance reborn, To face the day, to mend the torn. He fights with valor, brave and true, In dreams and waking, he starts anew. For every day’s a test of might, To step toward dreams in the morning light. The life deserved, a daring quest, To find within, the courage blessed. Through spiral paths and warrior’s stance, He finds his way, a life's advance. Emotionally and physically, he grows, In dreams, the seeds of courage sown. Guardians of the spiral path, Witness to his inner wrath. A child becomes a knight of green, In every dream, his courage seen. With each ascent, his strength unfurls, A testament to a brave new world. For in his heart, he’s learned to see, The life he dares is meant to be.
Date: July 23, 2024
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I don’t proclaim to be anything but what I do
In a world where truths unfurl, Where secrets hide no more, People wake with magic's swirl, Their actions tell their lore. A man walks with eyes so bright, Inquisitive and keen, In a realm where deeds take flight, And souls are clearly seen. If one's heart is pure and kind, Their form becomes divine, Angel-like with wings they find, A symbol, pure, benign. But if their deeds are dark and mean, Their skin turns shades of green, A wicked truth in actions seen, In every word and scene. For curious souls with questing eyes, Their gaze grows large and wide, Reflecting every truth and lie, In which their hearts confide. This man, he stands so bold and true, In a world without disguise,Not what he dreams or plans to do, But in his deeds, he lies. His essence is his actions clear, No mask to hide behind, In this world, it's crystal clear, You are what you define. No secrets cloak, no shadows hide, Your truth is what you do, Not dreams or thoughts or hopes inside, But actions pure and true. In this world where magic reigns, And forms are shaped by deeds, A man stands free of secret chains, With wings or eyes as creeds. For here, your truth is plain to see, In how you live each day, A world without hypocrisy, Where actions lead the way.
Date: July 22, 2024
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Stagnation is silent. You have to shine a light on it from as many directions as you can till something makes you act
In a world where emotions, like shadows, creep, Whispers of spirits in hearts deep, Parasites, demons, in silence they lie, Feeding on feelings, causing sighs. The Whispering Sloth, in shadows concealed, Grows in the idle, where light is repealed. It murmurs sweet nothings, a comforting guise, “You’re doing just fine,” it gently lies. Laziness spreads as the Sloth takes its hold, Whispers of ease, stories retold. The more one succumbs, the larger it grows, A parasite thriving where no progress shows. "Stagnation whispers, elusive and sly, You must cast your light, let shadows die. From countless angles, let truths project, Till the quiet stirs, and you must correct." In the quiet corners where shadows play, The Whispering Sloth bids you stay. But shine your light, from many a side, Till action's forced, and the Sloth must hide. For in this world of external strife, Where demons and spirits affect your life, You must set checks, let the light constrict, Till you can’t ignore, and you must act swift. Embrace the light, in the face of night, Till the Sloth retreats, out of sight. And in its absence, you'll find your path, Breaking free from its lazy wrath. The Whispering Sloth, a tale of yore, In the light of action, it whispers no more. For in the glow of truth, the idle falls, And progress answers the forward calls.
Date: July 21, 2024
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The part where our will makes the difference only happens when life gets difficult enough for our will to be tested
In realms where shadows silently creep, Lies a bearer of light, in shadows deep. A guy whose power is his inner light, Facing darkness in the dead of night. Darkness naturally invades his soul, A force that strives to take control. He keeps it at bay with a radiant might, His heart aglow, shining so bright. But when he holds back, and lets shadows near, His heart enveloped by darkness, fear. He suffers the storm, the gloom, the blight, To gather strength, to summon light. His will is tested, his spirit tried, In hardships where his heart is pried. Without the trial, there's no true might, No inner strength, no will to fight. When life is easy, there's no need to fend, But in the struggle, our wills transcend. In the real world, his light unfurls, Banishing darkness, saving worlds. A sacred glow, a luminous art, He purges shadows from every heart. Bearer of the Sacred Light, His inner flame ignites the night. With every trial, his power grows, Through darkest tests, his essence shows. For only in hardship can true strength be, The light within, forever free.
Date: July 20, 2024
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Some days are hard. The rest of the days are harder. But no day is harder than me
In a world where peril is a calling, Where pain and danger are enthralling, Each soul can summon wounds anew, To craft a skin both fierce and true. Some live with tenderness so slight, Their skin remains as soft as night, They shun the hardships, flee the fight, And bask in safety’s fleeting light. But others seek the fire’s embrace, With every scar, they find their place, Enduring more than most can face, Their skin becomes a steel-like grace. For in this realm, each day is tough, The paths are strewn with trials rough, Yet some are forged from pain enough, Their hardened hearts become enough. No easy days for those who dare, To challenge life with strength so rare, Each moment’s test, a bold affair, They choose the hard and grow to bear. Through ceaseless storms and endless strife, They carve their path, embracing life, Their skin withstands both blade and knife, In every wound, they find their life. For every day holds burdens deep, And nights that rob the chance to sleep, Yet in their hearts, a strength they keep, Their iron will, a promise steep. A choice to make, 'tween hard and harder, To rise each dawn, a bit much farther, For they aspire, like no other, To be the hardest, to be the father. In this world where pain's the muse, We all must face the paths we choose, And some will find, with every bruise, Their skin becomes the strength we use.
Date: July 19, 2024
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The Riddle of the Full Moon
Beneath the silver lunar light, A rare creature takes its flight. Only when the moon is full, Does it cross the dimensional pull. A creature of ethereal grace, With six tails in a moonlit place. It asks three riddles, deep and wise, Gazing with its golden eyes. Answer true, and it shall be, A companion through eternity. With the power to turn back time, Yet never to meddle in life's climb. One precious note you can send, To alter fate, a single bend. A chance to change what once was done, Underneath the moonlit sun. So listen close and ponder deep, For in the night when others sleep, The Riddle of the Full Moon's call, Brings a chance to change it all.
Date: July 19, 2024
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Much could have been asked of me. But it seems all that is asked is courage
Much could have been asked of me, To climb the highest hill or tree, To sail the seas or chart the skies, To seek the truth in a thousand lies. Yet, it seems, with life’s great urge, All that’s asked is simple courage. To face the fears that haunt the night, To stand my ground and hold the light. No grand demands, no golden quest, Just bravery put to the test. A heart that's strong, a spirit true, In every storm, to see it through. For in the end, it's plain to see, Courage is the key to be. To rise above, to conquer, to live, With all the love that I can give. Much could have been asked, it’s clear, But courage is the call I hear. In every step, in every breath, To face the world, to fight, to death.
Date: July 18, 2024
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If you haven't uncovered the major lies you've been telling yourself, it means you're still living them
In a realm where shadows softly prance, Lies the tale of "The Final Dance." A woman, lost in grief's embrace, Met a demon with a gentle face. Born from hearts that deeply ache, This demon thrives on what they fake. Promising dreams, it spins its charm, While holding her within its arm. He whispers sweetly, grants her dreams, Yet all is not quite what it seems. For every joy, it takes a part, Slowly draining her fragile heart. Her pain, her loss, he cloaks in gold, She feels complete, no longer cold. But piece by piece, her essence fades, In shadowed dusk, her spirit wades. She gave her all, she danced the tune, Underneath a sorrowful moon. Until the day she felt so bare, Her soul left empty, gasping air. At her weakest, he slips away, Seeking new hearts to lead astray. A cycle spun from lies so deep, Awakening truths that often sleep. In mirrors cracked, reflections show, The hidden lies we claim to know. For those who see through life's façade, Can break free from the demon's fraud. If truths remain yet unrevealed, In shadowed dance, your fate is sealed. For only when the lies are found, Can one break free, unchain, unbound. In the quiet after the storm, She sees the truth in her true form. Her journey etched in shadows' trance, The story told in "The Final Dance."
Date: July 17, 2024
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My fears test me every day. Just in case I got soft
In shadows deep where fears reside, On steps of dread, the brave confide. Mocking whispers, shadows sneer, Testing souls as they draw near. Each trial faced, a heart's rebuff, To keep the spirit brave and tough. With every jeer, a stern reminder, That courage grows in those who ponder. Climbing higher, hearts must face The daunting fears they can't erase. For in this realm of constant night, Courage glows, a guiding light. Though some may feel a cruel fate, To live with fears at every gate, It sharpens will, instills the might, To stand unwavering in fright. For safety's lull, a soft embrace, Leaves courage lost without a trace. But fear's harsh grip, though cruel and tight, Forges souls in the darkest night.
Date: July 16, 2024
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If you close your eyes to who you really are you will be forever trapped within the parts of yourself you refuse to see
In a world where spirits are revealed, Each inner self, its truth unsealed, There lived a soul in constant quest, For answers, never finding rest. His outward gaze, forever cast, On reasons why his hopes won't last, Blind and furious, he sought the key, In a mirror’s depths, eternally. With eyes shut tight to who he’d be, He missed the truths that set him free, Unseen anchors held him fast, In shadows of his troubled past. Trapped within the parts concealed, His heart, his mind, by fear appealed, Until he dared to truly see, The hidden parts of his own sea. For in the depths, his essence lay, The unseen key to light his way, To move beyond the stagnant mire, And set his soul alight with fire. So if you seek to break the chains, Embrace the self where truth remains, The unseen key within you'll find, Unlocks the path, unchains the mind.
