Date: June 28, 2024
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Those who do not seek to escape their present life seldom stumble upon a better one
In shadows deep, where dreams embark, A creature found the glowing spark. With eyes aglow and heart so stark, It ventured forth, the night so dark. In lands where magic spreads its gleam, And power rests in weapons' beam, This little soul, with courage, seemed To seek a life beyond its dream. For those content in present's clasp, Will never feel the future's grasp. In comfort’s chains, they gently bask, Yet never dare the daunting task. The creature knew, to rise and thrive, One must escape to truly strive. From current bounds, it must derive, The will to soar, the strength to drive. With every step, a challenge faced, It moved ahead with gentle grace. The dagger’s glow, a light embraced, A symbol of the dreams it chased. In fields where many sought their fame, And magic bore a worthy name, This brave soul played a daring game, To leave behind a life too tame. For those who dare to seek anew, Find paths unseen, and skies so blue. With hearts so bold, and visions true, They find the spark, and journey through. So heed the tale of this small knight, Whose quest for more ignites the light. For those who seek to change their plight, Shall find their spark, and soar in flight.
Date: June 27, 2024
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We all have dreams but only a few of us think reality gives a shit
In depths where sunlit tales are spun, Beneath the crust of poisoned air, The dreams of many weigh on none, Yet few will dare to meet despair. Above, the emissaries tread, Through silent streets and twisted steel, Where roses mourn the world that's dead, And skies no longer spin the wheel. We all have dreams, but few concede That stark reality might care, Yet from this truth, a rare breed leads, Those who in dreams refuse to spare. These souls, with cords of courage bound, Believe the world has room to mend, Their dreams in metal hands are found, Emissaries, to the end. They walk the toxic earth alone, Each step a story, bold, retold, Until returning to their own, In underground realms, dreams unfold. For only those who stake their claim, Ignoring scorn, embracing flame, Can sculpt from ruin something real, Such is the dreamer's hardened deal. Through cables, gears, and ticking hearts, These dreams persist where darkness starts. Emissaries of hope, they stand, Holding tomorrow in their hand.
Date: June 26, 2024
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We all live the lives we’ve earned
In the depths where shadows weave, Lies the Kingdom of Memories, A cavern deep, where echoes cry, Of every soul that passed by. Each skull a story, silently told, Of dreams once bright, now dark and cold. A spectral guardian holds the key, To lives once lived, and destinies. With every hunt, its collection grows, A silent witness to unseen woes. The choices made, the paths we tread, Gather here, among the dead. This cave, a throne of bone and dread, Reflects the lives that we have led. In this realm of ghostly whispers, Lies the weight of all life's twisters. Each fragment of bone, a tale of strife, A reminder of the fleeting life. The creature stirs, with every breath, A mosaic of life, and of death. So tread softly where spirits dwell, In the Kingdom of Memories, where stories swell. For in this crypt of silent screams, We face the truth of what life deems.
Date: June 25, 2024
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We all experience a world war within our lifetime. It rages within the world we carry inside
In the realm where shadows dwell and silence warns, A legacy not of light, but of eerie dark forms. The Dark Warden walks a path so stern, In his heart, the world’s wars internally churn. Each step he takes, the ancient cycle he bears, Absorbing the evils that humanity ensnares. Within his gaze, a thousand conflicts hide, Mirroring the battles we each carry inside. His slumber deep, centuries he'll rest, While the world’s darkest forces silently infest. Yet within us all, the same wars rage, Our inner realms the truest battlefield stage. Upon his awakening, darkness anew, He releases the evils the world once knew. Yet recognize within this spectral bane, The reflection of our own internal pain. So continues the legacy of the Dark Warden’s fate, A mirror to our struggles, both small and great. For within each soul, a world war resides, In the silent tempests that each heart hides.
Date: June 24, 2024
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Treat a person like an enemy and that is what they shall become
In the fire of fury, his sword ablaze, He carves through the night, his soul’s dark maze. Each life he claims, a spirit freed, Haunting his steps, a cursed deed. With every stroke, a beast takes form, From friend to foe, a heart is torn. For he who sees through a hostile lens, Finds only foes, no space for friends. Beneath the armor, beneath the steel, Lies a weary heart that longs to feel. But fear’s cold grip, and trust’s demise, Turn allies to shadows before his eyes. Chains forged by battles, endlessly fought, Bonds of war, with sorrow wrought. A hunter hunted by his own fierce game,In every reflection, an enemy’s name. Thus, he wanders, forever bound, To a sword that calls, where spirits hound. A cycle grim, a fateful loop, Where souls of the fallen forever regroup. In the dance of flames, in the cry of the wild, The truth whispers softly to the wayward child: Beware the path where distrust is sown, For seeds of enmity, once cast, are grown.
Date: June 23, 2024
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There is no greater drive than the drive to escape hell
In the realm where shadows writhe and wail, A specter burns, enchained and pale, Bound by time’s relentless chain, Each tick a link of searing pain. Clocks float, unseen yet ever near, Their ticking whispers all too clear, For every time one fades away, Another blooms to mark the fray. This ghastly figure, trapped in fire, Consumed by an unquenched desire, To flee this hell of endless night, Where clocks ignite the endless fight. Each second's pulse, a cruel tease, Promising end, yet never frees. A constant hope to break the bind, The strongest drive that one can find. Through darkest trials, we find our might, In depths of despair, our souls ignite. The urge to flee from shadow’s grasp, Drives us beyond the hellish clasp. Thus, in the throes of deepest blues, Emerges strength, from harsh dues. For in the fight to regain our light, Lies a power, vast and bright.
Date: June 22, 2024
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People who keep getting away with shit never slow down
In shadows deep, where whispers creep, A specter wields his blade so keen, With each dark deed his soul does bleed, Yet power grows where light has been. Clad in night’s embrace, a fearsome face, A husk of man, once whole and bright, With every gem, he claims from them, His human heart slips from the light. For unchecked vice, he pays the price, With fiery eyes and spirit torn, Yet on he goes, where no wind blows, In silent boast, he scorns the morn. Each stolen prize, beneath cold skies, Brings might and curse in equal share, A path he chose, where darkness grows, A soul condemned to bleak despair. Thus tales unfold, of hearts grown cold, Of men who grasp with greedy hands, The thief's dark art consumes the heart, In cursed steps, through shadowed lands.
Date: June 21, 2024
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The Game Master
In the cosmic weave of night and gleam, A deity peers with a starlit beam. Eyes ablaze with azure fire, Weighs the fate of each desire. Upon the mortal realm below, His magic stirs where destinies flow. A wand in hand, swirling the skies, Crafting fortunes where his interest lies. In life's vast game, his powers cast, Deciding riches or breaths that last. A twirl for wealth, a flick for doom, In his ethereal cosmic bloom. Stars align under his watchful guise, As mortals vie for celestial prize. Will it be gold or an early grave? On whims of this mighty knave. So ponder well, ye earthly guest, Under his gaze, what might manifest. For in his realm of night and lore, Each action opens a different door.
Date: June 21, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Having a choice isn’t always a good thing. It is by far better to have no choice when you’re trying to eliminate the option of giving up
In the glow of moonlit threads, the goblin stands, His gnarled fingers weaving fate’s demanding strands. With scissors sharp, he cuts with careful grace, Each snip a choice, each choice a narrowed space. Emerald eyes, alight with eerie fire, Pierce through the maze of every heart's desire. For him, the paths that sprawl like tangled roots, Are pruned to one where o retreat imputes. No retreat, whispers the wind through threadbare seams, As he excises all but one from dreams. By his own hand, the manifold is spurned, Leaving but the path where victory’s earned. For though the power of choice can steer us wide, It’s in the lack thereof we're oft supplied With the sheer force to grasp the singular goal, To march unswayed, a resolute, whole soul. So in the night, this spectral seamster weaves, Decisive in the tapestry he leaves. For choice, though vast, may lead us to defer, Yet with no choice, there’s only forward to incur.
Date: June 20, 2024
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The world only sees when it is forced to
In realms where shadows dance and sway, An artisan of sight holds sway. His fingers craft with arcane grace, Each orb, a gateway to embrace. Through mists of truth, these eyes are born, In forge of starlight and of thorn. He gifts the blind their missing part, A chance to see, a brand new start. For truths lie veiled in plainest sight, Oblivious to day and night. But with these eyes, the veils thin, Revealing depths held deep within. Yet truths, like storms, must gather force, To shift the stubborn, chart a course. And only when denial breaks, Does clarity its throne retake. So purchase here, if bold you stand, A truth-seer’s eye, from craftsman's hand. Awaken to the world’s sharp call, See the unseen, once and for all.
