Date: July 19, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
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
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
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.
Date: July 15, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
You arrive at the point of knowing yourself once the emotions behind your dreams are no longer a mystery
In a world where two realms gracefully blend, Where dreams and reality subtly mend, The beings of night and the day do convene, In a dance of emotions, serene and unseen. In the waking world, hearts beat strong, Emotions, like weather, drift all along, Shaping the landscapes where dreamers reside, As the dreamers themselves in the night gently glide. Through the veil of sleep, a journey unfolds, To a realm where the soul’s deepest stories are told, In this mystic place, where shadows entwine, Emotions of mortals transform into signs. In the dream world, with skies made of thought, The essence of feelings is beautifully caught, Creating a tapestry of life and lore, Where dreams craft the visions that hearts do explore. Each dream is a mirror, a whisper so clear, Reflecting the truths that we hold dear, Yet till we discern the source of the stream, These dreams are mere mysteries, elusive as steam. But as the soul grows, in wisdom and grace, We start to see the familiar face, Of every emotion that gave dreams their flight, Turning mysteries to memories, glowing so bright. For the dreams of the dreamers reveal and unfold, The secrets within that our hearts hold, And when the dreamers their own selves embrace, Dreams become clear in this wondrous space. So in this grand journey of night and of day, Embrace the dreams that in your heart lay, For you’ll come to know, with a serene esteem, The dreams of your dreams, in a world so supreme.
Date: July 14, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
The world takes from those who wait to receive and awards those waiting to take
In shadows deep where dreams are spun, A spirit roams, its task begun. It seeks the hearts both bold and shy, To test their worth beneath the sky. In twilight's veil, it whispers low, To those who yearn, but do not show, That fortune favors hands that strive, And luck will greet the ones alive. For those who sit and idly wait, Shall find themselves in empty state. The world it spins, it does not rest, And gives its gifts to those who quest. In dreams it asks a question fair, To see which souls are truly rare. For effort, courage, boldness too, Shall pave the path for dreams to true. The Spirit of Chance, it travels far, A glowing light, a guiding star. To those who act, it grants their wish, Their hearts' desires on a golden dish. But those who wait with hands outstretched, Find empty palms, and dreams far-fetched. For life bestows on those who chase, Who seize their fate, and forge their place. So heed the spirit’s silent call, Embrace the rise, endure the fall. For in the dance of chance and fate, The active souls, they captivate.
Date: July 13, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
It is when you think to quit that you are finally in the game
When strength is gone and spirits fade, In life's cruel game where dreams evade, A man appears upon the track, With steel resolve and strength to back. He kneels in pain, his heart in strife, For in his eyes, the race of life. Not every day a contest fierce, But moments sharp, like daggers pierce. The crowd, they cheer, a distant roar, But deep within, he hears the score. A whispered truth, a silent call, To rise above, or else to fall. When shadows loom and hope seems thin, That’s when the game, it does begin. For in the dark, the light he seeks, In weakest times, the strong must peak. It’s not the days of simple grace, But in the trials we find our place. When knees are weak and breath is thin, That’s where the true games do begin. So here he stands, on starting line, With weary heart, yet eyes that shine. In moments when we’re pushed to brim, That’s when the game relies on him. For every step, a testament, To battles fought, and strength well-spent. The game of life is paused and still, Until the challenge breaks the chill. And when you think to bow, to quit, That’s when the spark of life is lit. The hardest times, the steepest climb, That’s when you’re truly in the prime. So run the race, embrace the fight, For in the darkest, deepest night, The game begins, the soul reveals, In trials harsh, the heart it heals.
Date: July 12, 2024
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The Realm Of Riddles
In the Realm of Riddles, where time moves slow, A girl ventures forth where few dare to go. With puzzles that form and stories that weave, She finds answers hidden, where others deceive. A lion with eyes of azure so bright, Beside her, a guardian through day and night. In this realm of wonders, where riddles unfold, She deciphers the secrets, both ancient and old. Each puzzle a story, a journey, a quest, With pieces that challenge, but she gives her best. When she reaches the end, a truth she'll uncover, In the Realm of Riddles, like no other. The clouds form her path, the sky is her guide, As time bends and twists, she's nothing to hide. With patience and wisdom, she faces each test, In the Realm of Riddles, she’s truly blessed. For within this domain, where time's threads are spun, She unlocks the enigmas until the puzzle is done. In the Realm of Riddles, her mind takes flight, Solving mysteries timeless, through day and night.
Date: July 12, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
The treadmill puts the darkness back in the jar
In the shadows where the darkness lies, A demon waits with gleaming eyes. Bound within a jar so tight, By the deeds done in the light. A man of virtue, strong and pure, Fights the battle, seeks the cure. With every step, with every mile, The challenge tames the beast a while. Sweat and strain, he runs the race, Pushing hard to find his place. Lifting burdens, feeling free, From the shadow's grasp, he'll flee. But fleeting are the moments bright, When demons yield to sheer might. Though the jar is sealed anew, Darkness finds its way back through. For exercise and strength can bind, The inner beast within the mind. Yet always lurking, never far, The darkness waits outside the jar. Each dawn he wakes with weary soul, To find the jar no longer whole. He knows the battle must resume, To chase away the lurking gloom. In endless cycles, he persists, Fighting shadows in the mists. For in his heart, he knows the way, To keep the inner beast at bay.
Date: July 12, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
You can always tell who a person is by the company they keep
In shadows deep where whispers creep, The Time Thieves roam, their secrets keep. With eyes that gleam and hearts of stone, They wander worlds, their guilt unknown. Three figures bold in cloaks of night, Pretending pure, avoiding light. By day they smile, seem safe and kind, But darkness hides their twisted mind. They steal from those who trust their guise, Their youth, their years, their precious ties. In silent hours when all are still, They drain the life, they drink their fill. Each stolen moment, each future lost, They thrive on time, no matter the cost. Yet look beyond their friendly masks, And see the truth of their dark tasks. For who they are is clearly seen, In those they choose to keep serene. Their friends are shadows, hearts of ice, Together bound by their device. A warning here, for all who see, That friends reflect what they may be. Though one seems good, their partners tell, The hidden depths where darkness dwells. So heed this tale of thieves in time, Whose deeds are dark, whose crimes are prime. In friendship formed, their true selves hide, In company, their souls confide.
