Date: June 19, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
The hardest goals are achieved over years of invisible incremental progress
In a realm where colors and forms intertwine, A tale unfolds, of patience divine. Two souls, cast in nature’s grand play, With vine and thorn, their roles they assay. He, a warrior of bark and stormy skies, Brandishing a sword where his sacrifice lies. Each petal fallen, a step on a path so steep, A journey of years, where progress creeps. She, woven from the whispers of scarlet hue, Holds a rose, as their rendezvous grew. A symbol of love, hard-won and pure, Enduring trials that one must endure. The last petal, a testament to time, To earn her heart, a mountain he'd climb. Together at last, through struggles unseen, In their union, the vines serenely convene. For not in a burst does true worth appear, But in quiet moments, year after year. The hardest of goals, through invisible threads, Weave slowly the fabric where triumph treads.
Date: June 18, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Never let a strong emotion go to waste
In the heart of battle's wild embrace, A knight in scarlet fury, face to face With demons dark, his anger uncontained, Harnesses rage, his sword blood-stained. Upon the swirls of crimson tide, The foe beneath his feet does bide, Each stroke a clash where passions scream, Fueled by a fire that's more than dream. For when the heart's aflame with fervor true, Such mighty force can break the rue, Transform the might of raw emotion’s blast Into a power, steadfast and vast. No fleeting fury shall go to waste, In dire moments, fiercely embraced. With every heartbeat, fuel the fight, To conquer shadows, seek the light. Let not the strength of stormy will Fade unspent or lay still Channel the tempest, face the test, In battles fierce, reveal your best.
Date: June 17, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Don’t surround yourself with people who expect very little of you
Upon a rooftop, high above the mundane, A man sits alone, where dreams are not slain. Below him, a world rigid and real, But here in the sky, his spirit can feel. The city a backdrop, stark lines of constraint, His solitude a canvas, without taint or complaint. A universe blooms, a whimsical sight, Where stars dance with butterflies in the calm of the night. Each whimsical creature, each flicker of light, Speaks of potential that soars out of sight. For those who expect little, their vision confined, Cannot fathom the breadth of an unshackled mind. Magic unfurls where the dreamers dare sit, Away from the voices that diminish and flit. In his quiet retreat from the world's weary noise, He crafts a reality of hope and of poise. Let no soul be tethered by another’s dim view, For each of us holds a unique cue. Like him on the roof, with the stars overhead, Find where your own whispered dreams are led.
Date: June 16, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Once I saw the face of the abyss I made a decision to never look away
In the midst of raging storms and howling gales, A warrior's heart, undaunted, never fails. Facing the monstrous maw that gapes so wide, A fierce determination burns inside. Through lightning's flash and thunder's roaring might, The young soul stands resolute in the fight. With blade in hand and courage as his guide, He vows to meet the abyss, come what may, unflinching. For in that gaping chasm, dark and deep, Lies truth unveiled, no longer cloaked in sleep. To turn away would mean to live a lie, A coward's path he'll never dignify. Though monstrous jaws may snap and claws may rend, This hero's gaze stays fixed until the end. For in the abyss's depths, he clearly sees The world unveiled, in all its harsh realities. No shroud of ignorance can blind his sight, He's chosen to embrace the fullest light. With rhymes that echo through the tempest's wail, His resolve remains, his spirit will not fail.
Date: June 15, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Only the treadmill can tell you who you really are
In the blaze of trials, a figure swift, With layers of steel and soul adrift, Runs through fire, truth laid bare, In searing heat, with burning glare. No mask can hide, no armor conceal, The essence forged in the furnace real, As steps pound hard on the fiery ground, Inner strength in silence found. For in the flame’s relentless chase, True self emerges, face to face, Stripped of pretense, raw and pure, Adversity’s test, the only cure. To know oneself, to see inside, Through challenges faced, with courage and pride, In the inferno's light, the soul revealed, Only in struggle, is identity sealed.
Date: June 14, 2024
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Soul of the Woodland
In the heart of the forest's embrace, Where sunlight filters through with grace, Lives a creature, both gentle and wild, A woodland nymph, nature's own child. With skin of ivy and locks of dew, Her eyes hold the morning's freshest hue. Leaves for crowns, and petals she weaves, Dancing with the whisper of the trees. She perches by the water’s mirror, A silent guardian, drawing nearer. The woods breathe deep, the winds converse, In her presence, the universe. Each stripe and curve tells ancient tales, Of earth’s whispers and windy gales. A timeless spirit, bound to the wood, In serene solitude, she understood.
Date: June 14, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Reinforce the mind against specific running mental obstacles accumulating new lines into targeted playlists
In a cosmos alight with sparks and flame, A young guardian stands, his purpose the same. With wand in hand, he weaves his art, Catching melodies that from stars depart. Each glass jar, a vessel for his sonic feats, Where harmonies glow and rhythm meets. On a keyboard, his battlefield of choice, He commands the notes, giving them voice. "Fortify the mind," the ancient call, With every tone that from the heavens fall. Against the shadows of mental strife, His melodies carve a vibrant life. With every line of defense he scripts in sound, A fortress of resolve, in music bound. In his jars, these tunes he seals, Armors of courage, amid cosmic reels. Each challenge met with a musical phrase, Harmonies combat the mental haze. These jars he fills, not with mere air, But with anthems of a soul laid bare. Thus he stands, his stance unwavering, In his symphonic forge, endlessly laboring. With each note secured, his spirit bold, Ready to face the dark and cold. This is his craft, his resonant fight, Where chords shield and melodies ignite. In this grand orchestra of the night, He finds his strength, his will, his light.
Date: June 13, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Rock bottom had become my home, and then suddenly, one day, without notice, I was evicted.
Amid the depths, where shadows dwell, An entity, a story to tell. Roots entwined with darkest fears, Eyes aglow, born from tears. Hands of timber, reach and coil, From soil's grip, a silent toil. Leaves whisper secrets of the night, In this abyss, devoid of light. Yet from the depths, a hope ignites, A sudden surge, breaking plights. From rock's embrace, these roots did grow, A strength found where no one can go. Bound by the past, yet freed anew, Hands uplift, as winds blew through. No further fall to depths unseen, For in the low, a power gleaned. Rock's foundation, once a cage, Now the ground from which to stage A rise, unbidden, swift and stark, A luminous, piercing, brilliant arc.
Date: June 12, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Push the mind and the body will follow
In the realms of thought where battles are fought, A titan of mind, in cranial bind, Chained not by flesh, but ideas afresh. His fists are clenched, his neurons entrenched. Inside his head, where dread is shed, A warrior stands, with mental commands. Muscles of steel, powered by zeal, Not of the bone, but thoughts alone. When the mind's embrace takes on the chase, The limbs enact the dreams intact. From tales of old, where brave are bold, The body strides where thought presides. This steel-forged beast, from mind released, Echoes the sage, on wisdom's stage. Faced with a test, at mind's behest, The flesh will soar, where thoughts implore.
Date: June 11, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Listen to the frequency of your thoughts and you’ll discover who you care about the most
In the cosmic silence deep and vast, A figure sits, future and past. With stars for skin and nebula eyes, Amidst the whispers of celestial sighs. Each thought a spark, a gleaming thread, Woven through the cosmos spread. In the rhythm of its pulsing glow, The measure of affection shows. Who haunts the mind when stars align? Whose essence stirs this soul divine? In meditation's quiet dance, Revealed are those who hold the trance. Thus, in the mind’s enduring flight, Is shown whom in the heart sits right. For oft’ the thoughts one does compose, Tell of the love that quietly grows.
