Date: July 6, 2024
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Everything that works against me works for me
In a realm where shadows often dwell, An ogre cursed, his tale to tell. With burning candles on his frame, A punishment, or so they claim. Yet in the heat, he found his might, A gift within the cursed night. For every flame that seared his skin, Ignited strength from deep within. Opposition turned to potent aid, No obstacle his heart dismayed. The heat that others fear and flee, Forged a shield, a destiny. With waxen armor, strong and bold, His tale of fire and strength unfolds. The pain, once thought to be his bane, Became the source of his domain. In the blaze, he stands so tall, A warrior who will not fall. For every challenge, every scar, Made him the fiercest by far. So heed his story, learn his fight, For in the darkest, fiercest night, You'll find within, your own desire, To rise above, embracing fire.
Date: July 5, 2024
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The Bonds Of Sorcery
In ancient times when love was bold, Two witches' hearts began to mold. Their love, a spark, both fierce and true, In shadows deep, their spirits flew. The world could not accept their flame, Two women, bound, they faced the same. Accused of sorcery and sin, The towns they burned, the hearts they win. But fear and hatred grew so strong, The people’s rage, it lingered long. They bound one witch within a tree, The other cast into the sea. Yet though apart, their love survived, Through years of torment, still it thrived. The forest whispered soft and sweet, The ocean roared in rhythmic beat. With time, the world began to see, The beauty in their unity. From fire's ash and ocean's wave, A tale of love, both bold and brave. Their bond of sorcery and light, Became a beacon in the night. Though feared and hated from the start, They showed the world a loving heart. In forest deep and ocean wide, Their spirits dance, forever tied. A testament to love’s great force, The Bonds of Sorcery, its course.
Date: July 5, 2024
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When you are doing a thing with all that you are. There is nothing in the world for you but the thing
In the heart of silent space, A child sits with gentle grace, Eyes shut tight, in deep repose, As cosmic energy freely flows. The timeless child, a sage so wise, Beneath the stars, beyond the skies, In meditation finds the key, To youth's eternal mystery. With every breath, a year unwinds, A dance of ages, heart and mind, Focused pure, on what's profound, While worldly noise fades to the ground. In stillness, life rewinds its thread, The past unfurls, the future's fed, A book of ages, blank and bright, Filled by the child's inner light. For when all else is cast aside, And only purpose is your guide, The world and all its fleeting charms, Fade like whispers in the calm. The child, immersed, becomes anew, Each moment clear, each vision true, In the essence of pure intent, Life's fleeting troubles are well spent. So let the world with its clamor fade, In single focus, be remade, For in the depth of earnest art, You find the truth within your heart. Thus, the timeless child reveals, The secret that true peace conceals, In focus, all distractions cease, And life is lived in perfect peace.
Date: July 4, 2024
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You have to get excited about tiny steps taken toward an exciting goal
In lands where peaks touch the sky, Where whispers of dreams ever fly, A child with heart so pure and bright, Found a lamp with magic light. Each mountain climbed, a tale to tell, Where mighty monsters guard their spell. With each ascent, the journey grows, The path unknown, the future glows. From smallest steps, the quest began, To reach the summit, heart in hand. Excitement in each tiny stride, A journey where dreams and steps collide. Though mountains tall and paths were steep, The child's resolve, a treasure to keep. For those who cherish progress small, Will someday stand where echoes call. In every climb, a wish unfurls, The genie grants, as fate twirls. Promises of the summit high, Reward the brave who dare to try. So step by step, the child did rise, With stars reflected in their eyes. For those who see the joy in each, Will find the summit within reach. The summit calls to hearts so bold, With promises of dreams retold. Each tiny step, a beacon bright, Guiding through the darkest night. Thus, the child, with spirit true, Conquered peaks and skies so blue. For every climb begins with one, Tiny step towards the rising sun.
Date: July 3, 2024
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With every big wrong people desensitize themselves to the feeling of wrong doing
Upon a path of blood and bone, A child's heart, once soft as stone, Set forth to seek a vengeful end, For slain kin and home to mend. In shadows deep, where echoes wail, He tracked the fiend on a sorrowed trail, With every head, a tear did shed, Yet darkness grew with every tread. For every sin that he avenged, His heart grew cold, his soul unhinged, The weight of wrongs, he bore alone, Till right and wrong were all but gone. With each foul deed, his spirit waned, The sense of right by blood was stained, From just to cruel, the line was blurred, The cries of guilt no longer heard. From mighty crimes to petty theft, His moral compass, slowly left, A gentle heart turned beastly black, No turning back upon this track. Now stands he, lord of grim and gloom, A reaper cloaked in twilight's doom, Not born a fiend, but forged by strife, A tragic tale of twisted life. On crimson path, he walks alone, A testament to hearts of stone, For evil’s seed was not his start, But grew within his fractured heart.
Date: July 2, 2024
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You cannot guilt someone if they already convinced themselves they are doing the right thing
In a world where shadows crept and forests held, Monsters hid in darkness, tales oft were told, A child of flame with purpose fierce and bold, Set forth to burn, where ancient evils dwelled. Through woods and groves, his firestorm spread wide, To rid the land of creatures vile and mean, With burning heart, his path was clear and keen, No guilt could sway, nor shame could turn the tide. For he believed his cause was pure and just, No plea for mercy could his will unbind, In fiery resolve, no doubt could find, A righteous blaze, born from a sacred trust. While others saw destruction in his wake, A hero’s path he walked with steadfast stride, Convinced of right, with fervent flame as guide, No sorrow could his fiery heartquake. In embers' glow, a legacy was made, Of ashes left where monsters once had lain, A tale of fire, of purpose, and of pain, A child who burned, yet never felt afraid. His actions judged by those who saw the blaze, Yet in his mind, the mission was supreme, No guilt could touch his incandescent dream, For he was right, through all the scorching days.A legacy of ashes, fierce and bright, Where guilt could find no place, nor shame could bear, A burning truth, the child was unaware, That righteousness could glow in darkest night.
Date: July 1, 2024
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Words penetrate deeper than any other substance
In a realm where silence seldom reigns, A warrior holds a weapon strange. Whispers born of air and might, Words that cut through darkest night. Words penetrate deeper than any blade, Their weight is felt long after they fade. With echoes strong, they pierce the heart, From joyful cheer to sorrows start. A thousandfold the echoes soar, Compliments feel like a lion’s roar. Yet words of doubt, a darker sound, Can turn the bravest heart around. No sword can match this weapon’s might, For words can turn the day to night. They pierce the soul, they shape the mind, Their scars invisible, yet unkind. In battles fought with steel and stone, The wounds are real, the pain is known. But in the war of whispered words, The silent pain is rarely heard. For words, though light and made of air, Can leave you gasping, in despair. They linger long, they haunt the soul, They break the heart, they take their toll. This power profound, both curse and gift, Can cause you pain or give you lift. So wield with care, this silent sound, For words can build or break you down.
Date: June 30, 2024
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What we practice feeling while we dream we later feel in real life
In realms where moonlight softly gleams, A child of dreams in armor gleams, Beneath a sky of midnight hue, Where fears are faced and strength renews. With spiders crawling all around, He lays in peace, no fright is found, For in his dreams, he's bold and true, A warrior's heart, forever new. Impervious armor, shining bright, Protects him through the endless night, Yet it’s not steel that makes him strong, But courage found where fears belong. In dreams he practices, he learns, Each night a lesson, fate he turns, To face the world without a fright, And hold his ground with all his might. For what we feel in dreams so deep, Awakens strength from silent sleep, And when the monsters come to play, In waking hours, fear melts away. Fearless in the dreamscape's hold, A story of the brave unfolds, For dreams prepare the heart and mind, To face the world, no fear to find.
Date: June 29, 2024
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What can be braver than listening to your own inner voice over all the rest?
In a village cloaked in shadowed dread, Where evil voices filled each head, A child stood out from all the rest, With music echoing in his chest. While others battled silent cries, Suppressing whispers filled with lies, He heard a tune, a secret sound, A melody profound, unbound. He crafted from his heart and hand, A magical instrument, so grand, Strings of light and chords of gold, Played songs of truth, both brave and bold. When strummed, the notes would gently rise, Transforming into ords so wise, Guiding him on paths unknown, With courage from a voice his own. No roar from others could compete, With inner whispers pure and sweet, For what is braver, fierce, or bright, Than heeding what we know is right? Each note, a step, each chord, a stride, Toward the light where truths reside, In every strum, in every song, He found the strength to carry on. So in the echoes of his song, We learn where inner voices throng, The bravest feat, by day or night, Is listening to our own heart’s light.
Date: June 28, 2024
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The Merge
In a world where legends often lie, A tale emerges 'neath the sky. Once in each generation's flow, A soul with power starts to grow. With choices vast and time to bide, They ponder what with them will collide. This one, with ocean in his gaze, Chose the sea's eternal maze. He waited long, through nights and days, To fuse with waves in mystic ways. His body merged with tides so blue, A god from waters born anew. Hair of kelp and eyes of brine, His form, a masterpiece divine. In currents deep and swirling foam, He found his heart, his soul, his home. With every crest and ocean's roar, He walks the sea forevermore. A guardian of the deep and vast, In him, the future meets the past. So, when you see the waves that surge, Remember him, the man of The Merge.
