Date: July 30, 2024
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I dare not have others follow my example in cowardice
Across the chasm wide and deep, a group of travelers go, They face a bridge where monsters sleep, in shadows far below. The blind tracker takes the lead, his heart both bold and true, Facing darkness every day, he's forged a path anew. His steps are light, his senses keen, he walks with steady grace, Unfazed by death’s dark specter, he meets it face to face. The others gaze in baffled awe, then follow in his stride, For though he cannot see the dawn, in him their faith resides. A perilous rossing must be made, they dare not turn away, For courage found in shadowed night will lead them through the day. They heed the path the tracker takes, inspired by his might, Yet haunted by the thought that they might falter in their fright. The blind man's fear is not his own, but that the others see, A coward’s path and follow suit, embracing misery. Thus driven by this fearful thought, he takes the boldest course, For in his heart, he knows the truth, that bravery has force. And so they cross the chasm wide, where monsters lie in wait, Their hearts aligned with courage found, they challenge their own fate. It is the most perilous crossing, one that must not be denied, For in the steps of bravery, their fears are cast aside.
Date: July 29, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
There exists but one key to paradise. Tremendous pain
In a world divided, hell and paradise reside, A gateway stands, where destinies collide. For most, it's a journey impossible to bear, Crossing from hell, few make it there. Through the stomach acids of a demon worm's might, A secret path, hidden from sight. Most are digested, their hope consumed, Yet some emerge, from the darkness exhumed. "There exists but one key to aradise," they say, "Tremendous pain paves the way." For in this living world, paradise is found, At the end of a life where strife abounds. The brightest light awaits, beyond the darkest night, A testament to enduring the fight. Heaven purchased through trials and fears, The essence of pain, the shedding of tears. So crawl through the tunnel, endure the worm's bite, For at the end of the darkest tunnel exists the brightest light. Paradise on earth, through struggles it’s won, The only heaven, when the battle is done.
Date: July 28, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
The greater the fear I encounter the more powerful the words I’ll receive to overcome it
In a world where nightmares roam so deadly, A warrior stands, prepared and ready. In each dream, a death match takes its flight, But no darkness may withstand an undying light. Dreamers face their fears in nightly fray, If they conquer, nightmares fade away. Should they falter, shadows claim their might, Yet our hero aids, turning dark to bright. A superhero, guiding in the night, Helps those in peril, giving them new sight. Before he fights, he must face their dread, For their fear becomes the foe within his head. Through special power, into nightmares he strides, Books rain down, where courage resides. Among the volumes, one book he must find, With words so strong, to banish fears unkind. "The greater the fear I encounter," he muses with might, "The more powerful the words I’ll receive to fight." As fear grows strong, his courage does too, For he knows powerful words will see him through. In battles fierce, his mind swiftly gleams, Seeking courage in the darkest dreams. When fear strikes hard, his strength takes flight, Proving no darkness may withstand an undying light. So in each nightmare, he stands so bold, With words of power, a story told. Through endless trials, his faith holds tight, For every fear brings words of greater might. This warrior knows, without a doubt, That courage comes when fear is about. With every battle, his light shines bright, For no darkness may withstand an undying light.
Date: July 27, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Once you commit yourself to victory you begin to crave the ugly truth. Because knowing yourself is the only chance you’ll ever have to prevail
In the depths of the mystic wood, Where shadows dance, misunderstood, There lies a mirror, pure and true, Reflecting futures out of view. It shows the beholder, stark and plain, Their honest self, despite the pain, Extrapolating from their mind, The path ahead, what they will find. A future dark, a forest grim, For those whose present self is dim, For if the present self is weak, The road ahead is dark and bleak. But once you commit to victory's call, You crave the truth, no matter how small, For knowing self, both flaws and grace, Is the only chance you'll win the race. The mirror shows the naked truth, Even if it’s harsh and uncouth, For self-deception is a snare, That leaves you lost, beyond repair. So gaze into the mirror's gleam, And let it show you what you dream, For what you are is where you’ll go, The ugly truth will help you grow. Commit to victory, seek the light, Embrace the truth with all your might, For knowing self, with vision clear, Is the path to conquer fear. Every lie you tell, a chain, Binding you to loss and pain, But honesty will set you free, To be the best that you can be. So heed the mirror’s solemn gaze, And let it guide you through the maze, For what you are is where you’re going, And self awareness, ever growing.
Date: July 26, 2024
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Forged in Fire
In shadows deep, where lava flows, A tale of warriors' plight unfolds, To volcano's heart, the brave descend, Where human forms to demons blend. Before the wars, they seek the fire, A rite that fuels their dark desire, No soul knows what lies inside, But out they come with demon's pride. Blinded by a battle's rage, They unleash wrath on war's cruel stage, Until their bloodlust finds its end, Then back to human forms they bend. But each return, a piece is lost, A price beyond the battle's cost, Their humanity, bit by bit, Is left within that fiery pit. Half-demon now, their eyes ablaze, Through smoke and ash, their spirits raise, In every fight, they leave behind, A shred of what was once their kind. Their village knows the risk they take, The fiery curse, the hearts that break, For warriors forged in hellish glow, Emerge as something less than whole. In molten depths, their souls are cleft, With every war, less human's left, A sacrifice they make for all, To heed the demon's call. And so the cycle never ends, For those who fight, but never mend, In fire's embrace, they find their fate, As demon's fury seals their state.
Date: July 26, 2024
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I don’t care about vo2 max. I’m running for mental trophies
In a realm where echoes of time collide, A man of focus, with his strength as guide, He meditates, a stillness so profound, To face past selves where battles do abound. Each duel unfolds in a timeless space, Where shadows of his former self embrace, The one who wins controls the body's might, Through trials of the mind, he claims the right. His present self, with wisdom deeply earned, Through countless victories, his spirit burned, For having faced and conquered every bout, He stands as champion, leaving no doubt. Yet this contest keeps him sharp and keen, Ensuring that his edge is always seen, Not soft or weak, but forged in mental fire, His spirit's trophies fuel his heart's desire. In the race of life, he seeks no score, No random metrics, just the inner core, He runs not for the numbers on display, But for the triumphs in a silent way. Training is his crucible, his art, To forge the inner self, to shape the heart, No matter the hardship, he’ll see it through, For in this journey, he becomes anew. Each step, each breath, a testament to will, In endless competition, he finds his thrill, For though the battles never truly cease, He knows the path to strength is through this peace.
Date: July 25, 2024
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Those who live up above and never visit down below are certain to forget what the real world is
In depths where shadows dwell profound, A world lies buried, far underground. For millennia, no surface seen, In darkness' grip, where lives convene. Tunnels climb in endless sprawl, Leading upwards, narrow and tall. Purple fruits with magic's might, Grant the power to ascend the height. Those who eat the fruits so sweet, Gain strength anew with every treat. Yet with each bite, humanity fades, Lost in power’s seductive shades. They ascend to help their kin, But soon forget the place they’ve been. Addicted to the fruits' appeal, They crave the next enchanted meal. In the climb, their souls they trade, Forgetting depths where hearts were made. Their tale unfurls in shadows deep, In pursuit of power, promises they can’t keep. Above, in luxury, some reside, Never knowing what lies inside. The world below, where people strive, In darkness deep, they fight to survive. Without a glimpse of what’s beneath, They lose the touch, forget the grief. For power gained and luxuries grand, Can make us lose what makes us stand.
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
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
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.
