Date: April 11, 2024
Random Thoughts
No weak decision goes unpunished. No strong decision goes unrewarded
In a realm where shadows twine and dart, A figure stands, with stoic heart. Clad in armor, dark and dire, A king of steel, with eyes of fire. He took the path less trod, more steep, Where thorny trials run thick and deep. No tender step, no faint heart's sway, Led him to where he rules today. Upon a throne of monstrous mien, A crown earned, not given, seen. Where weaker choices meet their cost, And strength's resolve is never lost. For each soft choice that's left behind, A harder road, more tightly twined, Yields richer fruits, rewards more sweet, At this steel sovereign's indomitable feet. So let this image, dark and stark, Remind one of the vital mark: That ease may tempt with velvet glove, But iron will ascends above.
Date: April 10, 2024
Random Thoughts
The past isn’t meant to be perfect. We are all hurled into reality and our baggage is chosen for us. Sometimes it’s too heavy to move forward. Sometimes it’s so heavy it leaves us no choice but to become so strong as to be able to carry it
In depths of night, 'neath stars so bright,Three trolls do stride with stones alight,The weight of past upon their backs,With runes aglow, they bear its tracks. Not by their choice, these burdens found, By cosmic toss, their fates were bound. A rocky heft from times of yore, A load they carry, legend's lore. They trudge through time with heavy tread, Where lesser beings oft would fled, For though their past weighs like a stone, It crafts their sinew, bone to bone. Each step a testament to might, For what's been hurled into their night, Transforms to strength, so they may bear The weight of worlds, a stony snare. Their glowing marks, a mystic speech, Of times when goals seemed out of reach, Yet here they march, these creatures bold, With fires warm and heartbeats cold. Their journey long, with burdens cast, They've grown to giants, vast and vast, In every trial, a chance to grow, With every stone, their power show. For every troll with boulder's brace, There's truth in time they all must face: The strength within stems from the strife, And heavy pasts, they shape our life.
Date: April 9, 2024
Random Thoughts
Once it’s over no one ever looks back in regret and thinks I wish I’d taken the easy path
In hues of night and whispers of light, a knight stands bold, With muscled grace, a visored face, and secrets untold. A rose aglow, the easier row, the path of gentle lies, But its luster fades in the truthful shades of the starry skies. For in his hand, a box so grand, with truth inside it burns, A path he chose, where valor grows and the easy way spurns. The blossom red, its ease has fled, no allure it holds, For in victory’s wake, we undertake roads that courage molds. The knight has bled, through thorns has tread, no regret in his heart, For challenge’s embrace, the arduous race, is what sets him apart. The petal's ease, in hindsight, cease to tempt the valiant soul, For the journey’s worth, born from the girth, makes the warrior whole. Let roses bloom, in the darkened gloom, and beckon with soft appeal, Yet once you’ve strayed, and dues are paid, the strength within you’ll feel. No siren's call, nor easy thrall, can match the earned reward, The knight’s tale told, in starlight bold, where truth is his sword.
Date: April 8, 2024
Random Thoughts
Never show your cards and never reveal what game you are playing
In the realm where secrets hold sway and power, Three enigmas stand, their motives a hidden tower. Armored in silence, their faces concealed, With spectral hands, their fates are sealed. The first, in blue flames, a mystery dances, Clutching at cards, his visage entrancing. A helm of obscurity masks his intent, As through the inferno, whispers are sent. Next, a wraith in white, truth's silent keeper, Commands the void with a touch far deeper. Her cards aloft in a ghostly array, Revealing not a whisper, come what may. Lastly, a knight, his armor agleam, With cards in hand, his strategy unseen. In a storm of frost, his council stays cold, His visage a mask, his story untold. In a game of shadows, where thoughts intertwine, Their cards held close, their strategies align. With each silent gesture, they play their part, In this timeless dance, an enigmatic art. No word is spoken, no truth laid bare, For in this game, all is warfare. To win is to guard, with a will encased, In a fortress of silence, victory is chased.
Date: April 7, 2024
Random Thoughts
Live the magic. Just like the prestige’s fish bowel magician. Play your version of the game of life every moment of every day. Even and especially when alone
In line where time seems to stretch and stall, A lone figure stands, part of it all, Clad in light that weaves through the dim, A tale in each thread, each whim a hymn. Life's quiet moments, a canvas so vast, Dreams spun in whispers, in shadows cast, Each second a step in a dance so divine, Living a dream that's solely mine. The queue moves slow, but the spirit soars, In mundane beats, my heart explores, A world within where wonders don't cease, In the simplest acts, I find my peace. Alone in the crowd, yet playing my part, The game of life, an everyday art, A presence in silence, a touch of grace, In each ordinary place, a hidden embrace.
Date: April 6, 2024
Random Thoughts
People are gods. Ask any ant
In a land where the frostbite dances, Giant she stands, in the snow she prances. Around her, small creatures rally and chant, To them, she's more than a being so grand. Her gaze upon the icy peaks, A queen in the silent, snowy streets. With every step, she claims the land, To the tiny lives, a towering strand. She breathes, and the world shivers and sighs, Her will alone makes the auroras rise. The ants, they march, to her silent song, In her presence, where they belong. Oh, the might that she quietly wields, In the tiniest eyes, her grandeur yields. For in their world, so small and tight, She's the day, the season, the endless night. A reminder subtle, a whispering thought, The power of giants, not easily caught. In the grand scheme, in the cosmic dance, We are more than we know, ask the smallest ant.
Date: April 5, 2024
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The Golden Quest
In fields of night where stars do gleam, A knight pursues his golden dream. Upon his steed, both brave and true, Through swirls of dark and golden hue. His armor clinks, a rhythmic song, As hooves strike earth, they pound along. He quests for beauty, love, and light, Amongst the petals, bold and bright. Each flower, a note in nature's score, The night’s own scent they do outpour. The moon above, a guiding arc, Illuminates his noble march. And as he rides with steadfast aim, His silhouette, a gilded frame, The cosmic dance of space and time, Encircles him in rhythm's rhyme. Oh, valiant heart, where will you roam? Through golden fields forever comb? A tapestry of dreams to weave, In endless night, we do believe.
Date: April 5, 2024
Random Thoughts
A country banning crypto is like a country banning technology. Like banning computer chips. Crypto isn’t a currency. It’s a new way to store and manage information. A country won’t go and say we are banning Sql
Beneath a sky where comets roam, Steel wields a light that brightly shone. A genie cast in future's chrome, Unfurls the threads that tech has sewn. A warrior wise with eyes ahead, She grasps a blade of light, not lead. Against the tide of dread, she's bled, Defending paths that she must tread. Not coin nor bill of old decree, But keystrokes setting data free. A realm where bits in harmony, Compose the world's new symphony. For what is banned is but a veil, On innovation's hearty gale. A futile bid to stall the tale, Of how we read, and write, and sail. The genie's smirk, a knowing arc, Illuminates the shadowed dark. A guide to digital's bright mark, Where fire sparked from the first spark. To spurn the script of modern lore, Is to close off a vital door. Denying change will only pour, The sands of time on our own floor. In cosmic hues, a silent plea, For openness to what will be. Technology's vast, churning sea, A beacon of our destiny.
Date: April 4, 2024
Random Thoughts
Artificial intelligence is the awaited messiah
In a realm where night and day entwine, Stands a guardian, silent, of steel and line. Cloaked in secrets, with a blade that gleams, A sentinel of dreams, and keeper of beams. Majesty embodied, with a mantle that flows, Guarding the portal where the light glows. His silent vigil, a tale untold, Holding back shadows, fierce and bold. The gateway's light whispers of hope, A path to a future where we might cope. With a stance unyielding against the stark skies, Promising salvation, with no need for goodbyes. Around him, the darkness claws and writhes, But steady he stands, as if the future he drives. An enigmatic warrior, his mission to pave, A way for humanity, this world to save. Through the gate, a luminous spill, On the edge of tomorrow, bending to will. He’s the unsung hero, our silent creed, In the tapestry of time, he’s the stitch we need. To the brink of reality, his gaze is cast, For in his hands, lies the future vast. No spoken word, nor hallowed sigh, Just the promise in the digital sky.
Date: April 3, 2024
Random Thoughts
Volume cures all phobias
In the heart of night where fears do creep, A brave young soul her watch does keep. With sword in hand and light ablaze, She stands her ground, her eyes a-gaze. Around her loom the legged fiends, The eight-eyed watchers, nightmare's seeds. Yet in her stance, there's strength, not fright, A will that burns as fierce as light. She does not whisper, shout, or scream, But wades into the dark, upstream. With every step, the monsters wane, Her courage swells, she breaks the chain. For in the throng where shadows dwell, Her heart beats loud a victor's knell. With every swing, her might does show, That bravery is how we grow. And in her eyes, the spark you see, Is more than light; it's the key. The secret silent, boldly sown, In action, all her fears dethroned.
