Date: June 1, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
There is no greater scar than an easy childhood
In a world ablaze, a tender sprite does mourn, Where embers lift as dreams forlorn. A visage marked by life's harsh scorn, In eyes, the weight of tempests borne. Her wings aglow, a fire's breath, Yet, cold the air that whispers death. Beneath the flame, her fragile grace, Encircles strength, time can't erase. For though the fire scars her youth, In every line lies hidden truth. What gentle days may never teach, The trials of fire, boldly reach. Through tears that cleanse, through pain that molds, A spirit wiser, far more bold. And as she rises from the ash, Her heart alight with each harsh lash. No gentle hand did carve her path, But rugged trails and nature's wrath. Yet stronger still her wings do beat, Against a world that's bittersweet. The easy paths might never mark, The deeper cuts in tender bark. But flames that shape her mournful cries, Craft wings robust for stormy skies.
Date: May 31, 2024
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Archers of the Deep
In a realm where the winds and waves collide, A warrior of the deep, with the ocean as her guide. Her armor, a tapestry of cerulean and rouge, Melds with the serpentine beast, a formidable deluge. They rise from the depths, a sight to behold, A dance of colors—silver, turquoise, and gold. The archer, poised with an arrow so true, Aiming at the heart of the storm coming through. Her eyes, concealed yet fierce and keen, Guide the beast through the unseen. Together they move, a symphony of might, Guardians of the depths, keepers of the light. With every swirl, their strength intertwines, Echoing the ancient call of the ocean's designs. A dance of power, a display of grace, In the heart of the tempest, they find their place.
Date: May 31, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Always push back against fear no matter how small and courage will be there when you need it the most
In realms of night where shadows dwell, A hero stands, unseeing yet so brave. Against a tide of terror, under hell's dark spell, With sword in hand, his fate he dares to crave. Blindfolded eyes may not perceive the threat, Yet heart beats steady, pulsing fierce and strong. For he has learned in smaller scares to set A stage where fear is faced, and courage throngs. Monstrous foes with glowing eyes converge, A symphony of screams beneath the moon. But he, undaunted, on the battle's verge, Finds strength in trials past, a fortuned boon. So face the small with valor unpretended, And when the greatest fears at last are bended, In that dire hour, courage, long extended, Shall rise like dawn, triumphant and splendid.
Date: May 30, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Go all in enough times and you become immune to the fear of losing it all when the move is right
In a cavern dark, where skulls do line the trail, A goblin strides, his courage not to fail. Behind the door, where demon eyes aglow, He seeks a treasure, risking all he knows. "Go all in," whispers fate, "and you'll see, Fear's grip will loosen, set your spirit free. For when you bet it all, the heart grows bold, And in the fire of risk, your fears turn cold." With each step forward, on this daunting path, He trades his safety for a chance at wrath. Yet in his heart, a fire burns so bright, To win great riches in the dead of night. Thus, he who dares to face the beast’s own lair, Learns that to risk is to strip fear bare. The wise know well, this game of chance and fate, Where being fearless renders one first-rate. So through the door, the goblin makes his bet, A lesson in courage we must not forget. For only those who gamble with their all, Can hope to rise, and never fear to fall.
Date: May 29, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
We are living within the sum of our weakest decisions and our most powerful moments
In celestial bath, the sage immerses deep, A mathematician with galaxies to sweep. His body maps the scars of time's intense weave, Where decisions, weak or strong, interleave. Cracked skin of cosmos, glowing lava bright, Showcases victories and failures in his light. Each line a tale of choices made, for worse or best, In this cosmic tub, history's waters crest. Around him float the planets, cold and grim, Witnesses to the power his mind could trim. With numbers as his sword, equations as his might, He battles through the universe, a knight. The tub, a vessel of the cumulative sum, Of weakest moments and triumphs that have come. Bathing in the outcome of his storied fight, He gazes at the stars, his constant guiding light. Reflect, oh wise one, in this cosmic scene, On all the paths where once your feet have been. Each calculation, a step on the vast chessboard, In the bath of consequence, forever moored.
Date: May 28, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
The first stop of any conquest should be one's own inner realm
In a realm where stars weave night's own crown, A girl and beast, in swirls of dusk and dawn, Her steely gaze meets wild eyes, deep and drawn, A battle waged not outward, but deep down. She stands in armor crafted from her dreams, Her sword a glinting edge of dawn's first light, Against a wolf, whose fur is night's own plight, Both bound by more than merely what it seems. This duel, a dance within the soul's own keep, Where gears of mind and heart must sync to thrive, For mastery within is how we strive. To hold our reigns, before the leaps so steep. No beast so wild that will not find its peace, In conquering the storms that within cease.
Date: May 27, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
To those living in the swamp the poison becomes invisible. But it’s still poison
In a realm where mystic mushrooms tower, A wise old sage, with power to devour, Sits 'neath the ancient trees so high, Inhaling fumes that through the branches fly. Beneath the lantern’s gentle glow, Where twisted branches dare to grow, The air thick with a fog so green, Conceals the truth not easily seen. With every puff from his bamboo pipe, Unseen toxins, of every type, Fill his lungs with deceptive ease, Camouflaged by the whispering trees. Those that dwell within this mire, May not perceive the hidden fire. A venom veiled as mist so sweet, Lays a trap beneath their feet. Yet still he sits, unblinking eyes, Old and wise, and worldly wise. For though the air may seem pristine, What’s familiar, remains unseen. Through years it gathers, silent, slow, The poison’s bloom, in shadow’s glow. Invisible chains from habit's forge, Bind the sage to his emerald gorge.
Date: May 26, 2024
Quotes (nadav_rock_2)
The Count of Monte Cristo - Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes
In realms of frost, beneath a starlit gloom, A warrior stands, his courage to resume. Before him looms a wraith of icy glare, A giant born from cold, thin air. His sword aloft, a beacon in the night, Against a storm of force, a fight for right. For life's a tempest, wild and vast and keen, Where moments sweet turn trials unseen. A man is not the calm or storm he meets, But forged in fires of the trials he greets. So face the winds, let not your spirit break, For in the storm, a true self shall awake. The good may fade as shadows lengthen slight, But valor shines, undimmed by darkest night. Each tempest faced, each harrowing, hard climb, Defines the soul, unbound by time.
Date: May 25, 2024
Quotes (nadav_rock_2)
Baz Luhrmann - Worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing Bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind
In a world of vibrant hues and mystical flight, A panda chews gum in the dimming light. With wings aglow and eyes that gleam, It floats beyond the real, into a dream. This bear of black and white and wonder, Chews on bubbles, splitting asunder The very thoughts of fear and fret In a dance of whimsy, without a net. For worries weave a tangled web, Of shadows dark and the unknown ebb. Yet what truly comes to pass each day, Is rarely the fears that lead us astray. So why dwell on troubles, chewing in dismay, When life’s surprises will unfold their way? Like bubbles that burst in the open air, Fears dissipate, leaving skies clear and fair. Release each worry with every pop, For imagined fears are best to drop. In this world of vibrant, lively hue, Life reveals its truths, ever bright and true.
Date: May 24, 2024
painting (nadav_rock_2)
Mystic Moon Trails
In a realm where the moon's gentle glow, Lies a creature, mystical, as the folklore show. Bathed in the blue of a starry night, It dances with grace, a specter of light. Its fur, a river of shimmering streams, Glowing softly, like the whispers of dreams. Adorned with markings of ancient lore, Its eyes, like moonstones, one can’t ignore. Through twisted woods and cityscape's sight, It roams under the crescent moon's light. Leaving trails of stars in its mystic wake, Wherever it treads, the night softly quakes. Oh, majestic beast of the night's domain, Your ethereal presence, none can explain. In the silent hours, when shadows play, You move like the breeze, where the spirits lay.
