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.
Date: June 19, 2024
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
