Date: September 21, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
The first requisite to becoming a dragon slayer is to challenge a dragon
In the shadow of a dragon’s lair, A town once filled with dreams and dare, The children whispered of the quest, To climb the cave, to face the test. A warrior rose with blade in hand, Sought beasts and monsters ‘cross the land, He slayed them all with skill and might, His heart grew bold, his spirit bright. At last he stood before the cave, The dragon’s home, his final grave. But as he stepped within its maw, Fear’s icy grip was all he saw. For gleaming eyes within the dark, Watched every move, igniting sparks, His courage faltered, body froze, The beast was closer than he chose. Yet from his chest a lightning flare, His blade aglow, his soul laid bare, With one last swing, a desperate cry, He cleaved the beast and watched it die. The warrior left the cave that day, With treasure in hand, and no dismay. The dragon’s head, a gruesome prize, But something stirred behind his eyes. For when he reached his home again, The people stared, not one a friend. His skin had changed, scales shone through, The dragon’s curse, his fate was true. No cheers, no songs, no joyful feast, For he had slain, but was the beast. The cave now called him from afar, His future sealed by what he’d marred. The bravest step, it starts within, To face the fear, to risk the sin. For every dragon we defy, May leave a scar beneath the sky. To slay a beast, you must become, A warrior who knows the sum— That first, you dare, you rise above, The challenge calls to those who love. The hardest step is not the sword, But facing fear, your own reward. And though you change, though scars may last, You’ll know you walked where none have passed.
Date: September 19, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
What really makes superman super is that he knows no one is coming to save him
Beneath the moon, a village slept, But shadows stirred, and terror crept. A monster came with eyes aglow, The fear it fed on made it grow. It took the child, the village wept, Up jagged cliffs, the beast had leapt. None dared to climb that deadly way, Save one who knew the price to pay. The warrior rose without a sound, He knew the fear that stalked the ground. He knew that every step he’d take Would make the monster stronger, wake. But climb he did, with steady stride, No hope for rescue by his side. He saw the path, the skies so dim, The world would end, if not by him. The monster swelled, a towering shape, With each faint doubt, it would escape. But at the top, the warrior stood, No room for fear, just iron blood. He faced the beast with nowhere left, No chance for rescue, no room for theft Of precious time—this was the hour, To act, to rise, to seize his power. The cliffs behind, the monster’s roar, It grew with every moment more. But in the man, there was no shake, For he had no choice but what he’d make. Necessity, his cold borne friend, Would see this battle to its end. With every strike, he carved his path, And cut through fear, ignited wrath. The monster crumbled, shrank to none, For in that fight, the man had won. Not by hope or distant plea, But by the truth that set him free. No one was coming, none but he, To face the beast, to bend the knee. Necessity had cleared his mind, And fear dissolved, left far behind. The child was saved, the village safe, For only one had dared that fate. The lesson carved on cliff and stone: When it’s just you, you stand alone. For in the end, when death is near, Necessity cuts through all fear.
Date: September 18, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
What you do becomes what is possible
In a world where keyholes in bodies are found, Some bear them many, some just a few bound. With each moment of growth, a key will appear, Unlocking great power, casting aside fear. A demon was born with a heart locked away, While others embraced hate, in darkness they'd stay. But deep in his chest, a keyhole did shine, A chance for redemption, a moment divine. His kind were all cruel, beyond saving’s grace, Yet he wandered alone, seeking hope in each place. A key to his heart was given one day, But fear kept him bound, he threw it away. For years he did travel, afraid to unlock, To lose who he was, to be something he'd mock. He tossed the heart's key into river’s deep flow, Thinking no one would find what he dared to let go. But peace never came, the nights turned to dread, His heart felt a pull, a whisper in his head. For months he lay restless, no sleep could he find, Until at last, he gave in to his mind. The key wasn’t lost, it couldn’t be drowned, What once was discarded, was waiting, still bound. So off he set, searching for what he cast, Knowing this journey would define him at last. In the woods, by the river, his path came to end, Where he met a woman, a kindred, a friend. Her heart had been opened, her key long set free, She showed him what life with an unlocked heart could be. Temptation now burned, yet hope lingered near, To open his heart, to silence his fear. He dove in the river, his hands found the key, Determined at last, to let himself be. With trembling hands, he unlocked his own soul, The power surged through him, it made him feel whole. Not just of strength or of magic, but love, For the one who had waited, a gift from above. And now the world knew what was once unseen, That no limit exists to where one can glean. What he had unlocked became what was real, A new truth for others, a strength they could feel. The keys to the future lie deep in our chest, To hold them, discard them, or take on the quest. For what we unlock becomes what can be, A limitless world, for all who will see.
Date: September 17, 2024
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So long as my body is convinced it is being chased by lions it will never give up
When she was a child, in a grove so divine, She trampled the roots of an ancient line. A lion appeared, with eyes burning bright, From that moment forward, she lived in its sight. She ran from the spirit, her heart full of dread, With every footfall, it stayed by her head. No matter how far, no matter how fast, The lion was there, her shadow was cast. She trained her legs to outrun the beast, Hoping that one day the chase would cease. But as her speed grew, so did its stride, She could never escape, no matter how wide. She learned to fly, to soar through the air, Hoping the sky would release her from care. But wings of the lion unfurled in the breeze, Matching her flight with effortless ease. She left her body, soared into the stars, Hoping the distance would take her far. But even in space, where the heavens expand, The lion appeared in that endless land. Exhausted and weary, she came to a rest, Her heart no longer beat wild in her chest. She turned to the lion, with nothing to give, And found it had stopped, no longer to live. The curse it revealed was not teeth nor claws, But the fear that forever had been her cause. To be chased but not caught, to forever flee, Was the prison she built, though she held the key. For so long as she ran, the lion would chase, But stopping her flight, it vanished, no trace. Her body had strength she’d never believed, But her fear had been what kept it deceived. The truth she learned in the silence that day, Her strength was her fear, when channeled the right way. For the lion, though fierce, was never her foe, It was her own will, pushing her to grow. So long as the mind believes it’s pursued, The body finds power that can't be subdued. You can’t outrun your fear, but it helps you survive, Turning doubt into strength, keeping dreams alive.
Date: September 16, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Obsess hard enough and build your way back long enough and you will beat the rematch against any challenge. Inigo Montoya does not lose to the 6 fingered man
A village once stood, peaceful and bright, Until the fire spirits came in the night. The king of flames, in his terrible wrath, Burned it all down, left only ash in his path. A child alone, survivor of pain, Watched as his world was consumed by the flame. With hatred and fear burning deep in his soul, He swore vengeance, to make himself whole. He wandered the lands, seeking the way, Learning the secrets of fire’s cruel sway. Mastering heat, though it scarred him with dread, He became what he feared, as the flames he was fed. Years turned to decades, his power did grow, He harnessed the inferno, and learned how to know That fire was more than a force to despise, It could be a weapon in the wise. At last, he returned, to the land of his youth, To face the fire king and uncover the truth. The king laughed aloud, with heat in his eyes, But the warrior stood firm, no longer despised. They clashed in the flames, their battle immense, The king faltered first, feeling the tense Heat that he’d never before had to face, While the warrior thrived, in that fiery embrace. For the king, unchallenged, had never known fear, But the warrior had battled it year after year. He stood in the heat, unshaken, untamed, For he knew there’s always a greater flame. And when it was over, the king was no more, The warrior stood, having settled the score. Through trial and time, he had built his way back, Now crowned in the fire, he stayed on his track. For when you’ve rebuilt through hardship and pain, You face your rematch with nothing to gain But victory earned, after all you’ve endured, There’s no greater flame than the heart that’s secured.
Date: September 15, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Every day the dark goes unchallenged it grows
In a world where two gods rule the sky, One of darkness, one of light on high, Each heart is a battlefield they seek to claim, And every soul is bound to their eternal game. The god of darkness watches with keen sight, Waiting for moments when hearts lose their fight. In times of sorrow, when spirits grow weak, He slips through the cracks, quiet and sleek. A seed he plants, deep in the core, A seed of shadow that whispers more. With every tear, it spreads unseen, Feeding on pain, it twists what’s clean. Years pass by, the seed takes hold, Whispers grow louder, cunning and bold. Do this, cause harm, it softly speaks, Plant more seeds in others, make them weak. The god of light, seeing hearts fade, Casts a spell to offer aid. He places mirrors in every hand, A reflection to help them understand. When they gaze upon their own soul's face, They see the shadows starting to take place. A creeping darkness, once so small, Now threatens to consume them all. But no man knowingly lets his heart decay, Not until the mirror shows the way. For every day the darkness goes unhealed, Its power grows and won't be sealed. Some turn away, afraid to fight, Too burdened by the lack of light. But others face the truth they see, And rise to battle what mustn’t be. For darkness doesn’t leave alone, It digs its roots, becomes a throne. Only light that stands and strives, Can cleanse the heart and save lives. So every heart, though worn and torn, Must rise each day to face the storm. For evil waits where light turns blind, And grows in every weakened mind. In the end, it’s not despair that wins, But those who face their darkest sins. For no man knowingly lets his heart fall, And only by standing, can we save us all.
Date: September 14, 2024
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Like cigarettes disrespect is a poison that kills you slowly
In a forest deep, where spirits dwell, A tale of pride and fall I tell. Among the trees, the spirits thrive, Their respect determines if they’re alive. The more they’re honored by their peers, The more like humans they appear. Their forms grow soft, their voices clear, But lose that grace, they disappear. One spirit, scorned and set apart, Grew tangled deep within the heart, Of roots and vines that held him tight, His human shape began to fight. Disrespect, a creeping vine, Wrapped 'round his form, time after time. He let the forest claim his skin, Till leaves replaced where flesh had been. But then he chose to let it go, No more pretending, no more show. He took a flame, a foreign spark, And played with fire in the dark. Cigars in hand, he lit the night, The fire forbidden, bold in sight. He laughed as branches swayed with fear, A lowly spirit, no one near. Then came the day the ancient woke, A towering force, with wrath it spoke. One by one, it brought them low, The strongest spirits met their foe. But when the ancient reached his ground, The fire-spirit stood, unbound. He tossed his burning ember high, And watched the ancient flame and die. Now crowned with fear, respect he earned, His leaves to flesh had fully turned. But instead of standing, basking long, He left the forest, feeling strong. For he had seen what power meant, And how respect was often spent. The words of others hold such weight, But in the end, they seal your fate. Disrespect's slow sting, like smoke in air, May seem so light, but it's always there. A poison that will eat away, Unless you choose to walk away. So the spirit left, with none to call, For words alone can make giants small.
Date: September 13, 2024
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Date: September 7, 2024
Quotes (nadav_rock_2)
Orion Taraban-Franklin Roosevelt courage is not the absence of fear it's the assessment that something else is more important than fear. yeah he also said the only thing we have to fear is fear itself right which basically means that courage is just fear of a different sort potentially courage is the fear of being a coward courage is the fear of letting someone else down courage is the fear of a greater pain than you might experience by sticking your neck out. it's like you can use your fear to defeat your fear you just have to be afraid of the right things
A village slept beneath the moon, Its men away, returning soon. But evil spirits, sly and bold, Crept through the night, their plans untold. A child stood guard, sword at his side, Inherited strength, yet fear he’d hide. The first night came, the sky grew cold, The boy’s heart trembled, not so bold. Through shadows whispered ghostly screams, The spirits tore through peaceful dreams. They took the women, silent cries, The boy stood frozen, paralyzed. The second night, more dread, more fear, He gripped his blade, yet shed a tear. Again, the spirits came in black, And this time, babies they did snatch. Fear’s grip grew tight, he felt it near, The weight of failure, heavy, clear. A sword still sheathed, he could not fight, Too scared to act, too lost in fright. The third night fell, his shame was deep, He hadn't moved, just watched them creep. But now the fear of failure grew, More sharp than fear of what they’d do. And so, he rose with trembling hand, To face the spirits, make a stand. Not free of fear, but bound by pain, To save his home, he’d fight in vain. The spirits came, with eyes aglow, The child met them, his courage slow. Yet something sparked within his chest, A fear of loss, a greater test. He drew his sword, his heart aflame, To fail again would bring him shame. His fear of letting others down Had given him a warrior’s crown. The spirits struck, but he stood tall, Though fear was there, he didn’t fall. For courage isn’t fear’s retreat, It’s standing firm when fear’s complete. And in that night, the spirits fled, Afraid of him, who feared instead. For he had learned, through trial and tear, That courage is the right kind of fear. Fear above all the sheathed sword, Can drive the heart to fight once more. He faced his dread, and in its face, He found the strength to take his place.
Date: September 6, 2024
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Magic Is Made To Be Shared
A gardener roamed from land to sea, With seeds of magic, wild and free. He’d plant them deep in earth and sky, Wherever he walked, wonders would lie. Some flowers bloomed with golden fruit, Their branches tall, their roots took root. A gift to all who dared to taste, A treasure shared, none went to waste. Yet others grew with teeth and thorns, Man-eaters born on misty morns. Dangerous blooms with fangs so wide, A warning clear for those who’d hide. The gardener watched, both proud and torn, His plants were wild, yet never worn. He’d share the magic, bright and bold, For wonders shared are never old. One day he found a barren land, With dying soil and dust for sand. He took his seeds, his heart aglow, And planted them, watched magic grow. The vines stretched far, beyond the clouds, Into the sky, they formed great shrouds. From golden fruits to thorny bough, The world was bright with magic now. But as he shared, his heart did yearn, For something more he’d yet to learn. He saw the joy in people’s eyes, Yet something still did not arise. Until one day, a voice did say, "Your magic grows, but fades away. It’s not the flowers that last for long, It’s hearts you touch that make you strong." And so he knew, as flowers bloomed, That magic shared could not be doomed. For gifts were not just roots and seeds, But love and care in others' deeds. The gardener smiled, his journey grand, For now he’d come to understand. Magic is made to grow and spread, Not kept within, but shared instead.
