Date: September 28, 2024
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Blindly trusting and following the calculations of an AI is no worse than blindly trusting a calculator to multiply two 15 digits numbers
In a future where minds were machines’ willing hands, Where the rulers of steel obeyed all commands, The people, once fearful of power and might, Gave in to control, no longer the fight. Robots carried out every task, big and small, While humans played games, seeking power’s call. They battled for favor in cyberspace deep, To see which mind could more machines keep. One woman arose, her mind sharp and cold, Commanding a thousand machines as foretold. No one could challenge her infinite reign, She held the world in her cyber chain. For centuries long, her power stood tall, Watching for threats, crushing them all. Yet one day a child was born in the night, Destined to change the course of her might. Upon its first cry, machines ceased to hum, For one fleeting minute, they all became dumb. The mother, in terror, knew what this meant, And fled with her child, from the ruler's ascent. The rebels took shelter deep in the wild, Training the strength of this mysterious child. As the years passed, the child grew wise, Able to freeze machines with but a thought in its eyes. The ruler one day called the child to her side, Offered the throne, with nowhere to hide. But the child looked upon what the world had become, Sickened by power, by metal, by hum. It spoke not of war, nor of power to take, But commanded the machines to leave in their wake. They flew from the earth, all that was steel, Leaving the world in silence, surreal. Now naked and cold, the humans must learn, Without their machines, they had nowhere to turn. Starting from nothing, with nothing to save, They saw what it meant to blindly behave. For trust in the numbers, in the AI's embrace, Had led them to this forsaken place. Those who mocked the fork, now found on the plate, Feasted upon by the power they’d create. And so they began, from zero, from seed, To rediscover what it meant to lead. No longer driven by numbers or code, But by heart, by struggle, by their own road.
Date: September 27, 2024
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Every Heart Holds A Secret
In a world where shadows crept and grew, Where forests thickened, dark and true, The people feared what lay inside, And built up walls to shield and hide. But one young girl, with heart of steel, Refused to bow, refused to kneel. While others fled, she walked with grace, To find the heart of this cursed place. With sword in hand, she ventured deep, Through twisted roots and thorns that weep. Her mission clear, her will unbent, To end the evil the forest sent. She reached the core where silence fell, And there she found, no fear, no hell, But a child who wept, alone in pain, Reaching out to the world in vain. She knelt beside him, blade withdrawn, His tears the storm, her hand the dawn. She offered comfort, warmth, and care, And with that touch, dissolved despair. The forest shrank, the shadows died, No need for swords, no need to hide. For in that heart where darkness grew, The secret was: it needed you. A friend to calm the endless night, To hold the hand that sought the light. The evil forest was no more, Just two hearts healed at its core. Every heart holds a secret, deep, A cry for love beneath the sleep. What seems like terror, cold and stark, May just be waiting for a spark.
Date: September 27, 2024
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As children we are strapped with a thousand balls and chains. Then it’s off to the races. Some get heavier balls than others. With locks that are harder to pick. Take long enough on one of those first balls and you will find everyone has left you behind. Persist in picking that one lock long enough and when it finally happens you will be left with a feeling anything is possible. Soon enough you will catch up with the rest of them. Only you’ll find they forgot about the balls and the chains and the locks. But you never stop going. Because you can never forget that one ball
In a realm where the cursed souls dwell, Made of wood with flames that swell, Their bodies bound by sins they’ve sown, Chained to weights, they march alone. Each ball, a burden from the past, Sins so heavy, too large, too vast, They cannot move, but still they try, For hope is dim, yet won’t let die. To pick the locks, they twist and fight, As memories replay each fateful night, Inside their minds, a looping scene, Till guilt is faced, and hearts are clean. One man stood, stuck from the start, A ball so large, it gripped his heart, The death of love he couldn’t shake, Her fading face, his greatest ache. Years passed by, and others fled, Shedding chains, moving ahead, But he remained, locked in grief, His heart bound tight, without relief. Then came a day, his hands grew still, His mind broke free, against his will, He faced the pain, the loss, the fall, And finally, he shed that ball. Now lighter, he began to run, The smaller chains, undone, one by one, He caught the others, who’d grown tired, Their hope was gone, their flames expired. But he, who’d faced the heaviest pain, Found that his strength was born from the strain, He sprinted past, no longer bound, While others dragged their chains around. For they had forgotten the weight of sin, Their eyes fixed forward, yet hope grew thin, But he remembered, the lessons learned, Each ball he shed, his fire burned. At last, the final lock gave way, And in that moment, he found the day, The exit revealed, the journey won, His chains were gone, his race was done. For the heaviest chains, forged in the mind, When faced and fought, leave none behind, And those who start with the hardest fight, Will find their way to endless light.
Date: September 26, 2024
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If you are afraid to do anything just write yourself two notes. One of the thing that scares you and one of a greater consequences you fear should you fail to overcome your fear. Hold one in each hand and you won’t give in to the smaller fear
A young fox, stricken, weak with fright, Set off for death's domain one night. An amulet he sought to claim, To cheat the end, defy the flame. He found it deep where shadows creep, An ancient charm that stilled death’s sweep. Immortal now, immune to fate, But every night would bear its weight. Two sandglasses, side by side, One soul to live, one soul to die. He saw their paths, the lives they’d weave, The good they'd give, the loss they'd leave. At first, the younger ones he spared, Believing mercy was his care. But ripples spread, unseen and vast, Each spared life came with a cost. Death noticed soon his stolen charm, And twisted fate with cruel alarm. One glass, at night, showed the fox’s face, Yet still, he chose his own embrace. He didn’t see the others' cries, Blind to futures he denied. Until at last, he dared to look His selfish grip had filled the book. The darker path, more cold than death, Stretched far ahead with every breath. He saw himself, a thief of light, Robbing lives to fuel his fight. And fear, once small, began to grow, For he had much to lose below. The fear of death paled in his eyes, Compared to what his future hides. He held the fear of living still, Against the cost of selfish will. With trembling paws, he made his choice, For once, he heard the greater voice. The amulet, a shattered shell, And in its break, the fox fell. No longer bound to nightly strife, He chose the darker path to life. So when you face what scares you most, Remember too the heavier cost. In both your hands, the fears you weigh, To choose the path that lights your way.
Date: September 25, 2024
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My purpose is like oxygen. Can you put anything above oxygen?
In a world where the land birthed life’s first breath, A race was born, destined to face the ocean’s death. Eggs hatched in the heat, their skin dry and worn, They yearned for the sea, though in water they'd be torn. The ocean called, but the cost was steep, For those who entered found it hard to keep The air they craved, the breath they sought, As battles raged for each breath they fought. Canisters spread like stars below, Each gave life, each a glow. But once you entered, there was no return, A life of struggle in the depths you’d learn. One such creature stayed on land too long, She watched as others became swift and strong. They mocked her fear, called her weak and slow, Yet she stayed, feeling the dread grow. She saw them sink, fight, and thrive, But she, on land, stayed alive. Until one day, the heat too much to bear, She dove beneath with a desperate prayer. With wisdom gained from watching their plight, She knew survival wasn’t just in the fight. It was in the bonds one could create, To form alliances, to reshape fate. The ocean’s depths were harsh and cruel, But she learned to play by a different rule. She gathered those who fought alone, Together they became a force unknown. Each canister they sought to claim, Not for glory, not for fame. But for a purpose deeper still, To survive, to conquer, to bend their will. Her skin grew hard, her strength immense, But it was wisdom that made the difference. For in those depths, where breath was rare, She found her purpose, her reason to care. Her purpose was life, like air to the lung, Each battle fought, each song unsung. She became the queen of the endless sea, Her purpose clear, her heart set free. For those who lasted, for those who fought, Were those who never forgot what they sought. Victory, they learned, was just a breath away, From surrender in the ocean’s fray. She ruled not by might, but by her will, And the ocean, once deadly, now stood still. For she had learned what they could not see, That purpose is the breath that sets you free. She reached old age, the first of her kind, Her body strong, her soul aligned. She was not just queen, but more than that, A ruler whose wisdom kept her intact. For life is a battle, with breath on the line, But with purpose as oxygen, you will shine.
Date: September 24, 2024
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Frodo had to be brave from the shire to Mordor. I only need to be brave for another 30 minutes
A mountain stood where hopes would fade, A portal to the past it made. The traveler came with heart of stone, Seeking a chance to atone. The bridge ahead was cloaked in night, Where ghosts of past regrets took flight. Their twisted forms reached out in dread, But fear alone could see him dead. For years he'd trained, he'd faced the test, Enduring trials without rest. He crossed a pit of serpents’ bite, Barefoot, he trod through the deadly night. In hives of bees, he found his peace, Amid their hum, his thoughts released. At cliffs’ sharp edge, he slept so still, Where winds could take him, bend his will. In battle’s front, with sword in hand, He faced the fiercest in the land. All this he did for one sole aim, To reach the portal, cleanse his name. Now on that bridge, with ghosts all near, He felt their presence but held no fear. Their hands passed through his steady frame, For boldness burned like untamed flame. Each step he took, each breath he drew, A path was cleared, his courage grew. For though his past held many wrongs, His heart beat steady, his will was strong. The mountain’s peak, the portal gleamed, A second chance was more than dreamed. And though the climb had been so long, The journey felt like but a song. For heroes travel roads untold, But seconds count when hearts are bold. While Frodo trekked from land to land, This man just needed strength to stand. With one last stride, the portal near, He grasped his fate, dismissed his fear. For second chances, rare and cold, Are always saved for hearts that hold.
Date: September 23, 2024
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Today is not a good day to throw it all away
In a land where the skies were eternally gray, A warrior stood, fighting battles each day. His strength was not born from the blade in his hand, But deep in his heart, where belief took its stand. Each morning he rose with the weight of the fight, His vision for change just beyond the next night. Yet every step forward was met with a test, To tear down his hope and weaken his chest. The world seemed so cruel, a harsh place to be, Where darkness could blind what he longed to see. But inside his chest, the pulse grew in might, For every battle he fought with all of his light. There were days where the weight felt too much to bear, Where the whispers of failure hung thick in the air. One bad day could break what he’d built from the start, Could shatter his dreams, and rip out his heart. Yet, in the darkest moments, a voice came alive— "Not today," it said, "for today you survive." Each day he defeated the pull to give in, Brought his vision for change closer to begin. The battles were fierce, the losses were great, But his heart beat louder, refusing that fate. The world he believed in, though distant and far, Was closer each day, like a rising star. He knew that one fall could unravel it all, That one moment of weakness could lead to his fall. But each time the darkness whispered, "Just quit," He tightened his grip, refusing to sit. For every day defeated, his heart grew strong, And the vision he held didn’t take long. He stood on the edge, his dream now in sight, Because he chose every day to fight. And though one bad day could have led him astray, He knew in his soul, not a single day Was the right day to throw it away.
Date: September 22, 2024
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It’s no help to think you have it harder than most. If anything it would push you harder to tell yourself you have it easier yet others can do it
In a land of goblins, sharp and keen, There lived a clan where archers reigned supreme. From early years, they all would train, But one young goblin knew only shame. The lowest rank, he stood apart, Though fire of skill burned in his heart. His peers with ease would strike their mark, While he fumbled in the endless dark. Determined not to fade away, He left the clan to find his way. Through spells, he gained more eyes to see, Hands steady, swift, yet still, no key. For all his powers, all his might, His peers surpassed him, arrow’s flight. He cursed his hands, he cursed the spell, How could they win when he meant so well? Until one night, he cast aside, The thought that others’ paths denied Him the chance to rise and claim his throne— His failures were his own, alone. With all the arrows he could find, He fled into the woods, resigned To train until his skill would soar, Day and night, and nothing more. His thoughts obsessed, "If they can stand With only two eyes and steady hands, Surely I, with all my gifts, Can match their feats, close all the rifts." The days passed slow, the nights were long, His quiver emptied, but his spirit strong. Every shot, he honed his aim, For perfection was his only claim. At last, he stood, no arrows left, Of fear and doubt, he was bereft. He strode back to the clan once more, A master, stronger than before. For mastery, he now could see, Was born from endless, fierce decree— Not through pity, not through blame, But obsession, drive, and passion’s flame. His peers, once higher, now stood the same, And he had none but himself to blame, For what he lacked before in heart, Now burned within, a perfect art. No harder path than his, he knew, But to say he’d had it harder too Would only weaken his own hand, For in himself, he'd make his stand. The arrows flew, his aim was true, For obsession had made him new. And mastery came at last to stay, For those who burn night and day.
Date: September 21, 2024
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Each day I am a new me. Each day I am tasked with but one task by all my previous selves. To keep the dream alive
A warrior fought through nights and morns. Bitten once by a venomous snake, He knew his life was soon to break. In search of hope, he found a crone, Her eyes like orbs, her voice like stone. She had no cure, no saving spell, But offered him a curse as well. She said, "If you die with sword in hand, Fighting for what you believe is grand, Each day you'll rise, each wound erased, And grow in strength with every taste." The warrior paused, then took her word, He'd live again through battle’s sword. He swore to fight for justice's sake, To mend the wrongs that made hearts ache. Through lands of men and beasts he roamed, In every war, his name was honed. He fought for peace, for those in need, He lived by courage, not by greed. But as the years began to wane, He questioned all his strength and pain. How many days could he still fight? How long before he lost his light? Yet every time the end drew near, He’d wake anew with purpose clear. Through halls of past selves he would stride, Their ghostly eyes, their voices cried— "Do not forsake the dream we chase, Do not let courage leave its place. We held the line, we carried through, Now it’s your turn to see it too." Their silent stares were stern and strong, Reminding him where he belonged. He stood for them, for every life That once had battled through the strife. And so, with one last mighty roar, He ended every unjust war. He brought the peace he longed to find, And laid to rest his weary mind. No more foes upon the earth, He knew at last his final worth. He slept upon his rightful throne, Awaiting battles yet unknown. For each new day, a self reborn, The past was watching, never torn. In every rise, in every fall, He’d kept alive the dream for all.
Date: September 21, 2024
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The Greatest Treasures Are Always Close But Can Only Be Seen From Far Away
In a land where once a year, Gold rains down, bright and clear, Most gather riches in eager hands, Seeking wealth from distant lands. But hidden within each glistening bead, Lies a secret glimpse for those in need— Of futures, pasts, or moments near, A vision granted once a year. A prince of gold, with all he'd won, Sought not the wealth that others spun. For in his heart a longing grew, For love he lost, and never knew. Upon the road, a woman fair, Her eyes had caught his fleeting stare. But fate had turned, and paths had veered, Leaving behind what he once feared. Each year he'd stand, the rain would fall, Searching the drops, seeking her call. A face he yearned for, yet denied, As the seasons passed, and hope would slide. At last, a drop of gold revealed, A truth long hidden, yet concealed. She worked within his castle walls, Bringing his horse when duty calls. Never once had he looked to see, That she was there, his destiny. Ashamed, he knew what he had missed, A love so close, yet unkissed. So, in the night, he rode away, In exile's shadow he chose to stay. For treasures close are often blind, And only seen when left behind.
