Date: March 4, 2024
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No concept is so difficult and complex that it cannot be broken down and be made simple
In a realm where sparks and gears align, Two beings of metal, with souls entwined. One stands a giant, with a sword to the skies, A colossus of cogs, with wisdom in his eyes. The other, a child, of bolts and of tin, Gazes up in wonder, innocence within. Together they ponder the stars and the sun, For knowledge is vast and never quite done. No idea too vast, no theory too wide, For in the dance of the intricate, truth can't hide. With patience, with care, each puzzle we face, Unravels to simplicity, with elegance and grace. In every gear's turn, in each glowing light, Lies a tale of complexity, made clear and bright. So behold the lesson from these sentinels of steel: That the deepest of secrets, to us they will reveal.
Date: March 3, 2024
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Many live in paradise yet carry hell inside them where ever they go
In a realm of fire's gentle glow, A brooding figure, flames aflow, Amongst the laughing kin, alight, Carries within a hidden night. In paradise, where embers dance, Its sullen eyes betray a glance, Of inner turmoil, silent screams, Contrasting with the joyful beams. While kin with wings of warmth do soar, And light the skies with laughter's roar, This lonely soul, with fiery crest, Holds close the storm within its breast. A paradox of joy and woe, In every heart, the battle's throe, Even in lands of endless day, Some find the dark and lose their way. Where mirth and cheer should fill the air, One heart is shrouded in despair, In light's domain, where shadows flee, One carries night internally
Date: March 2, 2024
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Let your conscience be your servant not your master
In the court of mind where thoughts do clash, A king sits firm, his beard a sash Of silver streams with gems so bright, A crown of conscience, wrong or right. Upon his shoulder, whispers light, An angel pure, as day from night, Guides gently with a feathered grace, Urges virtue, vice to erase. Yet hark! Upon the other side, A devil perched, with wings spread wide. He tempts with power, bold and vast, Sows seeds of doubt, shadows he casts. But know this truth, oh sovereign mind, To thine own self be ever kind. The heart that serves as moral guide, Will lead thee well, when doubts collide. The monarch's choice, a path to weave, Between the counsel they receive. May wisdom's voice, clear and tender, Steer the soul, but not surrender. For he who rules within his realm, With justice's hand upon the helm, Let not the whispers master be, But servants to his majesty.
Date: March 1, 2024
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Sometimes hearts collide and are never again able to untangle
In the whirl of a cosmic dance, they meet, Two souls in the art, where edges blend and greet, Hair like ocean waves, in serpentine twirls, Blue on blue, the essence of two worlds. In the gaze they share, the universe is still, A moment's capture, against the odds, until, Their forms entwine, an intricate embrace, A sculpted bond, time cannot erase. Spirals of sentiment, in cerulean hue, Echo the tale of a love so true, Bound by the silent language of the eyes, Underneath the vast, unending skies. They are like stars that once aligned, In a pattern of destiny, designed, Where once their hearts have met and tangled, In life's vast canvas, forever they're mingled. For in the flow of this surreal space, They found a harmony, a sacred place, And though the world spins in its endless spin, Their unity is carved deep within.
Date: February 29, 2024
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People rationalize the weakness of their mind as the limit of their body
In the realm where mind and body intertwine, Where thoughts and flesh in silent pact align, There lies a tale, a whisper soft and sly, Of how we cloak the truth, in falsehoods, lie. For oft we blame the vessel, frail and slight, For failures of the spirit, shunning light. We craft excuses, woven, fine, and grand, To hide the weakness not of body, but of hand. In shadows of our making, we reside, Convincing self our limits are outside. Yet, within the heart, the truth does gently knock, Our greatest bounds confined by mental block. So let us not in easy falsehoods rest, And claim our flesh is what puts us to test. For in the mind’s vast expanse, unexplored, Lies strength untapped, and mighty swords to wield. Awake, arise, and with clear eyes perceive, The only chains we wear are those we weave. The body's limit is not where we fall, But in the mind's embrace, we find our all.
Date: February 28, 2024
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It is far more challenging to fight for your life when the threat is not imminent
In a chamber dim where death's envoys wait, Stands a king with cup, a master of his fate. His armor shines, a beacon in the gloom, A king who sips from a self-forged doom. These silent reapers, cloaked in shadow's veil, Hover close, their mission not to assail. They wait for no sword to swing or shield to raise, But for the habit that shortens the king's own days. The goblet gleams with a venom self-supplied, A slow demise that he has not denied. It's not the war that threatens king's domain, But the wine that flows through every vein. A battle not with armies, but within, Against a vice to which he's ever been akin. This war's not with an enemy at hand, But with the lure of the cup so grand. The reapers know, with every drink he's nearer, To their silent realm, the message couldn't be clearer. A distant threat, not with a presence felt, But in the choice with which he's nightly dealt. For the greatest foe, with which he must contend, Is the habit he can't grasp, nor apprehend. A struggle far from sight, yet deeply cast, A king fighting time, with each and every glass.
Date: February 27, 2024
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It is nearly impossible to recognize a lie when you are desperate for it to be true
In a realm of sand and whispering heat, A metal giant shuffles on iron-clad feet, With antlers that scrape the sunburnt sky, A truth he seeks, a truth that's shy. Faeries dance where hope does glean, On desert's breath and mirage's sheen, They pirouette in a wild, wistful troupe, Feeding the giant's relentless pursuit. He longs for verity, for something pure, For the sprites offer dreams that allure, Yet in his chest, a silent plea, For truths are scarce where falsehoods be. In the chase of a wish, the heart does sway, Blinded by want, in the stark light of day, Desire paints a picture too sweet, Leaving bitter the sands beneath his feet. The sprites, they shimmer with promise so bright, But in their glow, hides the pluck of the night, And so he marches, ever astray, In the dance of the mirage, where lies play
Date: February 26, 2024
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It is when people think the majority is on their side that they dare show you their real colors. No matter how ugly
In the flicker of the flames, faces come to light, A sea of crimson masks reveals the night. Emboldened by the throng, their truth takes flight, Hiding not the dark that dwells in plain sight. Eyes peer from shadows, bold and unafraid, For in the multitude, true forms are displayed. A masquerade where honesty is betrayed, And beneath the many, singular intentions laid. No singular hue, but a spectrum of intent, Reveals the soul’s fabric, torn and rent. In numbers do hidden fears relent, Exposing the vile where once angelic sent. The fire crackles, a sinister ballet, As masks slip further, character in decay. It's here in the crowd they confidently say, Behold the truth, in the communal fray. For courage is found in the echoing cheer, Where many stand, the self becomes clear. And in this assembly, none revere The beauty of truth, when it draws near. A portrait of humanity, unmasked and stark, A reminder that light also births the dark. In the gathering throng, one may remark: The many give rise to the truthful spark.
Date: February 25, 2024
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Invisible progress is still progress
In a hall where silent whispers play, A stoic dwarf, in armor's sheen, Stands guard o'er keys in grand array, Yet what they unlock remains unseen. Each intricate turn, a silent stride, Toward goals unseen by eyes so bright, Though victories may not outside bide, Within, each key turns towards the light. The chest, untouched, a secret keeps, As countless keys fall to the ground, Though progress hides where darkness creeps, In every turn, its pulse is found. No eye beholds the locks give way, No cheer arises for keys that fit, But every silent move will sway, The future's door, bit by invisible bit. So let the keys in shadows dance, And let the patient dwarf pursue, For in the quiet, there's a chance, To find the paths that lead to truths anew
Date: February 24, 2024
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In utter safety lies the greatest danger
In regal ease, he lounges on his throne, Amidst the dark, where shadowed fiends have flown, His sword lies still, his vigilance unstrung, Oblivious to the danger yet unsung. With every ghost that taunts the edge of sight, Our hero rests, assured of his own might. Yet in this calm, a treacherous snare does weave, For when we're most at ease, we most deceive. The jack-o'-lantern’s grin, a hollow leer, Bespeaks a night when boundaries smear. A caution to the wise, to the strong, the keen: The greatest peril hides where harm is not seen. So beware the comfort that too deeply sleeps, For in such repose, negligence creeps. A warrior's greatest battle, silent and deep, Is against the complacency that in safety does seep.
