Date: June 14, 2024
painting (nadav_rock_2)
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.
Date: June 14, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Reinforce the mind against specific running mental obstacles accumulating new lines into targeted playlists
In a cosmos alight with sparks and flame, A young guardian stands, his purpose the same. With wand in hand, he weaves his art, Catching melodies that from stars depart. Each glass jar, a vessel for his sonic feats, Where harmonies glow and rhythm meets. On a keyboard, his battlefield of choice, He commands the notes, giving them voice. "Fortify the mind," the ancient call, With every tone that from the heavens fall. Against the shadows of mental strife, His melodies carve a vibrant life. With every line of defense he scripts in sound, A fortress of resolve, in music bound. In his jars, these tunes he seals, Armors of courage, amid cosmic reels. Each challenge met with a musical phrase, Harmonies combat the mental haze. These jars he fills, not with mere air, But with anthems of a soul laid bare. Thus he stands, his stance unwavering, In his symphonic forge, endlessly laboring. With each note secured, his spirit bold, Ready to face the dark and cold. This is his craft, his resonant fight, Where chords shield and melodies ignite. In this grand orchestra of the night, He finds his strength, his will, his light.
Date: June 13, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Rock bottom had become my home, and then suddenly, one day, without notice, I was evicted.
Amid the depths, where shadows dwell, An entity, a story to tell. Roots entwined with darkest fears, Eyes aglow, born from tears. Hands of timber, reach and coil, From soil's grip, a silent toil. Leaves whisper secrets of the night, In this abyss, devoid of light. Yet from the depths, a hope ignites, A sudden surge, breaking plights. From rock's embrace, these roots did grow, A strength found where no one can go. Bound by the past, yet freed anew, Hands uplift, as winds blew through. No further fall to depths unseen, For in the low, a power gleaned. Rock's foundation, once a cage, Now the ground from which to stage A rise, unbidden, swift and stark, A luminous, piercing, brilliant arc.
Date: June 12, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Push the mind and the body will follow
In the realms of thought where battles are fought, A titan of mind, in cranial bind, Chained not by flesh, but ideas afresh. His fists are clenched, his neurons entrenched. Inside his head, where dread is shed, A warrior stands, with mental commands. Muscles of steel, powered by zeal, Not of the bone, but thoughts alone. When the mind's embrace takes on the chase, The limbs enact the dreams intact. From tales of old, where brave are bold, The body strides where thought presides. This steel-forged beast, from mind released, Echoes the sage, on wisdom's stage. Faced with a test, at mind's behest, The flesh will soar, where thoughts implore.
Date: June 11, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Listen to the frequency of your thoughts and you’ll discover who you care about the most
In the cosmic silence deep and vast, A figure sits, future and past. With stars for skin and nebula eyes, Amidst the whispers of celestial sighs. Each thought a spark, a gleaming thread, Woven through the cosmos spread. In the rhythm of its pulsing glow, The measure of affection shows. Who haunts the mind when stars align? Whose essence stirs this soul divine? In meditation's quiet dance, Revealed are those who hold the trance. Thus, in the mind’s enduring flight, Is shown whom in the heart sits right. For oft’ the thoughts one does compose, Tell of the love that quietly grows.
Date: June 10, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Half of all opposition comes from within
In a world split by shadow and light, Two faces emerge from the cosmic night. One laughs with vigor, a wild spark, The other calm, guiding through the dark. With wings of might, they soar and sway, Tools in hand, shaping the fray. A brush strokes the winds, a pipe dreams the sound, In their unity, life’s canvas is found. Here lies the lesson within their twine, Our struggles, too, both yours and mine. From forces outside and the turmoil within, Each battle we face, half external, half kin. These beings meld, their essence a guide, Showing us life is both tide and stride. In every hardship, duality’s dance, Invites us to grow, to change, to enhance.
Date: June 9, 2024
Quotes (nadav_rock_2)
Not yet attributed - Failure is the only teacher
In the ashen realm where shadows dance, A spectral child holds a burning lance. Born from failures etched deep and stark, His frame is a canvas, the past leaves its mark. Swords in his back, yet he stands unfallen, Each blade a lesson from the echoes callin’. Not etched in books nor whispered from afar, But forged in the fires of his own scarred war. Flames lick his bones, no flesh to consume, A skeleton aglow, darkness to illume. His eyes alight with a fierce, undying gleam, A warrior shaped by failures, not a dream. He strides through the night with each weapon worn, Lessons of the battlegrounds where he was torn. Not by distant words does wisdom accrue, But by the stumbles and falls that he fought through. So look upon this fiery wraith, A teacher of life's most relentless faith. In each defeat, a powerful call—To rise, to learn, to conquer all.
Date: June 8, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Better a shot at a great life than the promise of a mediocre one
In the verdant glen beneath the moonlit hue, A goblin green, with eyes of fiery tune, Scours the earth with hands so deft and keen, Dreaming of emeralds that gleam unseen. Daring through the night with no fears shown, For treasures that lie in the deep, unknown. Better to chase the stars, no matter how slight, Than wander in shadows of the comfort's light. For within the clasp of risk and venture bold, Lies the path to stories yet untold. A leap towards the brilliant and the rare, Ignoring the call of the secure and the fair. So, let not your spirit be tamed or sold, For the allure of safety in the ordinary mold. Seek instead the thrill that stirs the soul, In pursuit of the prize that makes one whole.
Date: June 7, 2024
painting (nadav_rock_2)
The Iron Rose
In the realm where copper vines entwine, A maiden of iron, with gaze so divine. Her curls like serpents, twirl and twist, In shades of midnight and copper kissed. She holds aloft a blossom rare, Crafted from metal with utmost care. Its petals unfurl in elegant grace, Mirroring the wonder on her face. Threads of gold and azure bend, Around her form, they softly wend. A creature born from craft and lore, Her heart a furnace, her spirit soar. Behold her beauty, silent and still, The Iron Rose with a smith's skilled will. In her eyes, the depths of seas, A work of art meant to tease. A tale of metal, breath, and bloom, In the quiet of an ancient room. Where art and nature sweetly fuse, She stands alone, the muse of hues.
Date: June 7, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Money printing is a game of musical chairs and when the music stops everyone holding paper will be fucked
In a realm where starlight flows and glimmers bright, Upon strange trees they sit, under the night. Each silent figure on their perch so grand, Holds not a coin of gold within their hand. For in this dance of cosmic ebb and flow, The music's whimsy only few will know. A game of chairs in celestial courts, Where fiat falls and sounder money sorts. The flares of wings in gentle, haunting sweeps, Whisper of losses vast where paper weeps. Beneath the stars, where wise ones dare not cling To promises of paper, frail and thin. Those left in dark with empty hands will see The cost of printed dreams' fragility. And as the music halts without a sound, They find their fortunes lost, their hopes unbound.
