Date: October 18, 2024
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Some Dreams Are Harder To Escape Than Any Maze
In a field of gold where the sunflowers grew, A man found a book with no title, no clue. He opened its pages, the words seemed to gleam, That night he awoke in a ship on a stream. The more that he read, the more the ship sailed, Each line pulled him further where reason had failed. The stars overhead seemed to whisper and glow, As if guiding his path where he didn’t yet know. He’d wake each morning, unsure if he dreamed, But too far from shore, nothing was as it seemed. His world disappeared, friends called him insane, But he clung to the book like the words were his chain. He lost all he’d known, and still he pressed on, Each chapter a riddle, each wave like a song. No compass could guide him, no winds could explain, The dream that enslaved him, the ship he must reign. At last, the final page came into view, His ship reached the shore where the sunflowers blew. But what met his eyes as his feet touched the land, Was the same book he started, laid out in the sand. He knelt by the cover, his heart full of ache, Some dreams, it seemed, are impossible to break. For the maze he’d escaped was no maze at all— It was life and the journey that made him feel small. In a field of gold, where the sunflowers swayed, The man realized dreams aren’t meant to be stayed. Some books, once opened, we cannot ignore, For they sail us farther than we’ve been before. And though the shore seems a place to begin, Some dreams are mazes we carry within.
Date: October 18, 2024
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You will never actually know what you are doing. But if you pay close attention you will know the extent to which you don’t know
A scientist lived with a mind full of might, But his heart was torn by a love lost to night. In despair, he crafted a suit born of thought, Hoping to mend what the universe wrought. He donned the suit, and it clung to his skin, A second flesh where his old self had been. With it, he saw what others could not— Symbols in air, a truth deeply sought. The language of stars, of matter, and time, Unfolded like verses in cosmic rhyme. He read the code as if it were fate, Words in the air, pointing to a dark gate. Each line he read spoke of one final end, A person whose hands the world would rend. But the symbols were scattered, their meaning unclear, Too many suspects, too much to fear. So he sharpened his will and narrowed his view, A thousand suspects, the killing to do. One by one, they fell to his hand, Until his numb finger could barely withstand. Yet still, the code whispered, still it did call, The end was coming—it wasn't them all. At last, he saw what he’d missed from the start, The one who read, the one with the heart. He stared in the mirror, the suit binding tight, The symbols around him glowing bright. In his quest for answers, he’d failed to see, That the final name was always “me.” For life’s greatest knowledge, no man can own, We grasp at the stars, but the path is unknown. We learn not to master but to navigate, Each step in the dark, guided only by fate. You never truly know the end of the line, But the journey itself is where we refine. For it's not in control, but in wisdom’s spark, That we learn how to move through life’s endless dark. So, the suit remains, a cage and a guide, As the scientist walks with the stars by his side. He may not know all, but he knows the way, And in his story, he’ll find what to say. For we are all stories of an anonymous writer, Navigating a world that grows ever brighter.
Date: October 17, 2024
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No man is complete till all his demons are known
A child once lived in quiet fear, Of faces only he could hear. They whispered, laughed, and screamed aloud, Among the people, in the crowd. But none could see what he could see— Were they ghosts or memories? At first, he thought them strangers, cold, People with no tales to be told. But slowly did their faces change, Familiar now, though dark and strange. A voice he knew, a cruel grin wide, He saw his demon side by side. With every soul he came to meet, He questioned if their words were sweet. "Can you see him?" he would ask, For doubt in truth became his mask. Each face, each smile, an eerie guise, Perhaps just demons in disguise. Then one dark night, his mind awoke, He faced the demons that once spoke. Inside a corridor long and vast, He found his memories at last. They weren’t people out of sight, But shadows lurking in his light. Each one, a vice, a fear he knew, A piece of him that slowly grew. He named them all, no longer blind, The voices were his own confined. The corridor inside his head, The demons lived, but weren’t dead. With every step, he asked again, "Are you a friend or just my pain?" He came to know them one by one, The battle fought, but never won. For every voice that screamed in spite, Was part of him, though out of sight. At last, he knew them all, or so He hoped, but time would surely show— That every man must face this fight, Our demons hide in plainest sight. And though the child had grown to see, His journey wasn’t yet complete. For no man’s whole till all are known, The voices claim what is their own. And in the mirror, staring back, A demon grins, his name intact. The boy now grown, his battle clear, Must walk the corridor without fear.
Date: October 16, 2024
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Even standing still the future is still coming for us
In a world where storms of time collide, The future pours with every tide, When skies would tear, and years would blend, New technologies descend, they bend. The people danced in the rain of steel, For the machines would make the future real, They sang of gears, they praised the glow, But one old mage stood far below. He clung to spells, to whispered lore, As all around him magic was no more. The world had turned to a clockwork hum, And ancient chants fell weak and numb. He left the cities, the bustling throngs, Hid in the forest, away from the songs. With trees as his shelter, silence his shield, He vowed to magic, never to yield. But the world does not wait, nor does it rest, It pushes forward, a relentless quest. Neighboring lands began to expand, Flattening the forests, burning the land. The mage raised his hands, summoned the storm, But the winds of time had altered form. His spells were faint, his powers waned, The ancient ways could not be sustained. In desperation, he turned to the light, Of machines and magic, a curious sight. He forged them together, steel and spell, And with this force, he bid farewell. To the invading hordes, to the trees' last stand, He drove them back with a mage's hand, Infused in gears, his magic soared, Until he sat upon a throne of war. But victory tasted bitter and cold, For he had betrayed the ways of old. Now, on his throne of twisted might, He pondered his vow in the dead of night. The future had come, though he tried to delay, Even standing still, it finds its way. The world will change, whether we choose, And in that change, something we lose. He gazed at the gears, the pulsing glow, Could he truly destroy what he'd come to know? The mage now sat with a choice to make, To keep his power or let it break. The magic was gone, but the machines remained, He alone knew the past that was now chained. For even he, who stood so still, Had bent to time's unyielding will. And so the question hung in the air, Would he keep the throne, or would he dare, To cast it away and start anew, Knowing the future had already come through?
Date: October 15, 2024
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With or without ETFS a bull cycle of crypto and all time highs were coming 2025. ETFS just mean its going to be a bull cycle on steroids
In oceans deep where shadows sleep, A minotaur stands tall, Before him rise the mighty waves, A force to challenge all. The seas begin to tremble fierce, And swell with reckless might, He rides the crest, his gaze ahead, Through day and into night. The waves, they gleam with silver threads, Their peaks, a daunting call, But if you join him, side by side, The golden rain will fall. The challenge clear, the stakes are high, For fortune waits untold, But only those who brave the storm Will taste the shining gold. Many came, their hearts aflame, To surf the towering tide, But fear or doubt would pull them down, And few stayed by his side. The bull-like beast surged on alone, With strength that knew no end, For whether help arrived or not, His path he’d never bend. The wave grew wild, unchecked, immense, It crashed with ruthless might, And all who failed to match its roar Were swallowed by its height. Yet some stood firm, and some did dare, To race the storm untamed, And as they carved the ocean's rage, The golden rain, it came. Through thunderous clash and endless tide, The truth began to show: With or without the others’ strength, The bull would always grow. The waves will rise, the tides will turn, And fortune will unfold, But only those who face the risk Will ever see the gold. The minotaur rides on alone, The future set in stone, For even if no aid appears, The gold is still his own.
Date: October 14, 2024
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My enemies make me braver
A boy in a desert where drought had grown, In a village of dust where the wind only moaned. The wells had run dry, the crops had all died, So he ventured to seek what no man could provide. He heard of a demon who mastered all time, Who could steal it away or give it in kind. With courage as sharp as the thirst in his throat, He followed the sun till he saw it’s last note. In the heart of the desert, the demon did wait, With hourglasses spinning, all mocking his fate. The boy stood firm, no tremor, no fear, Though his enemy grinned, he knew why he was here. In their clash, the boy’s courage did gleam, He stole a sandglass while weaving a scheme. Back to the village, he flipped it with might, The sand began glowing, the rain fell that night. But time is a foe that never relents, And soon the rain ended, their hope only lent. The boy returned, the demon prepared, This time, no tricks, the boy was ensnared. So he offered his life, his moments, his days, In exchange for the rain to soften the blaze. Each time he opened that cursed glass lid, A piece of his youth from the world he hid. The rains came in torrents, the village was saved, But time, like an enemy, devoured the brave. His skin grew wrinkled, his hair turned to gray, As more and more people begged for his stay. One day, his brother grew ill, pale as the sun, The boy had no choice but to give him more run. His body grew old, but his courage stayed bright, For in fighting his enemy, he found endless might. With each moment stolen, he stood that much taller, As time shrank his life, his spirit grew bolder. The village was saved, but he had nothing to give, The demon returned, and whispered, “You’ve lived.” But the boy, now an elder, opened the glass, And with his last breath, he chose his own path. No longer for rain, nor moments of grace, He banished the demon from time and from place. As the demon dissolved, a passage appeared, An oasis below where fresh water was near. He marched toward his fate, no words left to say, For time was his enemy, but it showed him the way. Though his life ran out, his courage remained, For enemies force us to face what we’ve gained. And in every minute that ticked, he was shown, That time may be fleeting, but courage is grown. Each minute we lose is a weapon we wield, For when time runs short, we refuse to yield.
Date: October 14, 2024
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Date: October 13, 2024
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You can’t ask people who they are. You have to find out for yourself
Two strangers met beneath the sky, On an island where dreams never die. A single fruit grew on the tree, Its magic bound their destiny. They had no choice but to share its taste, And when they slept, a life they faced. Each night, they lived a lifetime’s span, The woman a witch, the man a damned man. Inside him stirred a demon's might, That he could never fully fight. She, from a clan of ancient power, Craved magic in her darkest hour. In every dream, their story played, The man would break, the woman stray. She sought the path of magic’s lure, While he became a beast impure. Together torn, their love would break, As dreams became their worst mistake. But time again, they lived the night, Endless lifetimes, endless fights. Till one dream changed, the demon chained, The witch's craving now restrained. Together they built a peaceful home, A life of joy they’d never known. When dawn arose, a boat did sail, A rescue from their haunted tale. They stood beside the shore and thought, Of all the pain those dreams had brought. But in the end, they knew the test— Could they be true without the rest? The man had tamed the beast within, The woman chose her strength to win. But in the world where masks are worn, Could they still love, or be reborn? For truth is seen through what we do, Not in the words we claim as true. They glanced at one another’s face, No longer strangers in this place. Through lifetimes lived and dreams once lost, They knew the weight of every cost. For in the end, they both had learned, The masks we wear are never earned. And so they stepped onto the sand, Each holding out the other’s hand. No need for questions, no need to ask, For there is always another mask. The truth is found in what we see, In actions lived, in who we’ll be. Their journey in dreams had finally passed, But the real test now—could it last?
Date: October 12, 2024
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Reality is like a big bully. If you don’t stand up to it it’s going to keep slapping you around
In the ancient forest, a fairy was born, With wings like the dawn, fragile yet strong, She danced through the trees, free as the air, With endless horizons, no cage to beware. As years went by, something unseen grew near, A bubble of fate, closing, clear. Invisible walls, only she could perceive, A shrinking world, impossible to leave. For some, the bubble led to a village or tree, For others, a town was their final decree. But this fairy, brave, with a heart full of fire, Refused to let the cage close her desire. Terrified of a fate so grim, She sought a way to stay beyond the rim. Before the bubble closed her in tight, She ventured far to learn how to fight. She sought out the magic of flowers and leaves, Imbued herself with the power of the trees. Then she turned to the wonders mankind had made, Gears and steel, technology’s aid. At first, the bubble was fooled and bent, It paused, unsure where the fairy went. But reality, sly, soon caught up again, And the walls crept closer, like a tightening chain. But she would not yield, she would not break, For every move the cage would make, She found new power, new light, new spark, To stay ahead, to leave her mark. For reality, like a bully in disguise, Pushes and prods, until we realize, That standing up means more than just to survive— It means carving the path where you truly thrive. She battled the cage, one step ahead, Her wings still flew, though her world shrank instead. And in her fight, she discovered the key: Reality bends to those who dare to be free. The bubble may close for all others around, But she, the fairy, would not be bound. With magic and machines, she forged her fate, Standing up to reality before it’s too late. For reality is fleeting, a bully at best, It strikes only those who don’t contest. But those who push back, who dare to defy, Find their freedom—like wings to the sky.
Date: October 11, 2024
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Hunger Is Rarely Friend
In a clan of ancient steel, Where swords could think, and blades could feel, A warrior once, of noble name, Fell victim to his weapon’s claim. The sword he bore was not just cold, It hungered more with every soul. The more it tasted, the more it grew, Its whispers turned from soft to true. It spoke to him, its will now clear, “Feed me, feed me, don’t you fear.” And so, he went on a bloody spree, But the man was gone — just the sword, set free. The clan, alarmed by his cruel descent, Sent others forth, on justice bent. But those who lived to see him pass, Recognized his fate in their own glass. They too wielded blades that thirst, And one by one, they fell to the curse. The louder the sword, the more they fought, Until their wills were all for naught. One lone samurai still held strong, His mind, though tested, did no wrong. He reached the lost one, their battle fierce, But to save him now would mean death’s pierce. The final blow brought silence deep, But in his head, the whispers creep. Now his challenge, harder still, To return home with unbroken will. The blade calls out, louder each night, But he must resist, not lose the fight. For hunger’s voice is a treacherous guide, And seldom will it stay by your side.
