Date: May 1, 2024
Random Thoughts
Stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean. An island filled with monsters that are the only meat around. As the years pass the island tricks us. It makes us forget true safety exists out there beyond the horizon
On isle of beasts, 'neath the moon's soft gaze, A solitary figure stands, unfazed. Monstrous shadows in the night do weave, Ocean's breath whispers, "Do not grieve." Cloaked in black, against the tide, Among the fiends with nowhere to hide. Yet on this land of tooth and claw, A peculiar comfort, without flaw. Years do wend, and memory fades, Of havens distant, tranquil glades. In peril's clutch, one forgets to yearn, For shores of peace, for which they spurn. Beneath the stars, a truth unspoken, Chains of fear, not easily broken. Yet beyond the dark, past fear's own treason, Lies the path to a brighter season. For even hearts in danger steeped, Have dreams of safety, while they slept. Remember the vastness of the sea, Promises a chance to flee, to be free.
Date: April 30, 2024
Random Thoughts
The world is a chess board and in my own mind I was always the king who’s death meant the end of the game rather than a pawn or any other piece for some other player to use as a sacrifice
In a realm of scarlet skies and ruling night, A sovereign stands, his crown a blazing sight. Clad in rubied armor, a gleam in dark's embrace, His gaze alone commands, a burning, fearsome grace. Within the heart of whispers, where shadows play and bend, A ruler claims the board, a kingdom to defend. No pawn nor knight nor rook, his soul will never yield, For in the mind's grand game, it's he who owns the field. With wisdom's candle held, amidst the strategy and art, He moves through life’s grand chess, a master of his part. His death, not just a loss, but the end of regal dreams, For he's the monarch of his fate, within the cosmic streams. Each piece may have its role, within life’s grand design, But he shall be no less than king, in this vast, checkered line. So ponder now, oh crimson lord, with eyes that fiercely gleam, For only as your own true king, can you command the stream.
Date: April 29, 2024
Random Thoughts
People who get upset over nonsense are simply people who haven’t found their game yet. Once you find your game nothing but the game matters
In a glade where embers dance and leap, Two fae maidens play, no peep. Winged of ice and one of fire, On a stump they quench desire. For their game is all that's real, The burning woods no threat to feel. The flames may lick and forest chars, But the queens and pawns are their true stars. Life's petty squabbles, a far-off dream, While over a checkered field they scheme. The game is all, their hearts' true beat, In its thrall, their bliss complete. For when you find that single aim, That turns life's work into a game, No trivial frets can quake your frame, For nothing matters, but the game.
Date: April 28, 2024
Random Thoughts
There is no greater obstacle to getting ahead than being comfortable where you are
In the depths where shadows play, a creature grand did lay, Upon a throne of twisted swords, a crown atop his head. A ruler of the dark and damp, his subjects gave a cheer, For he was king of all below, the ground above, no fear. In halls of stone, he sat alone, with comfort as his steed, His kingdom vast, his power sure, he felt not want or need. No light of sun to urge him forth, to conquer realms unseen, For in the grip of snug content, ambition loses sheen. His form did swell, his vigor waned, amidst the silent cheer, Of those who thrived in dim delight, where day did not appear. But oh, what tales the world above could tell of land and sea, If only longing stirred within, to break complacency. Yet in his court of quietude, no whispers of the skies, No dreams of green or ocean blue did flicker in his eyes. For ease had built its gilded cage, and in it, he remained, The monarch of a muted world, where nothing new was gained. So let this tale of stillness deep be one to break the spell, Of comfort's sweet, seductive grasp, that keeps us far from well. For in the quest of more to seek, in yearning, we are driven, To leave behind the trodden path, for brighter stars in heaven.
Date: April 27, 2024
Random Thoughts
What is given can be taken away. What is earned is inside you always
In cells of steel and twilight's gleam, Sits a soul where light and shadows beam. Beneath the moon, a silent plea, A figure bound, yet essence free. With eyes closed tight, the mind's eye sees, A garden grows, with vibrant keys. Petals spread where bars confine, Nature's child, both stark and fine. What hands can hold, may slip like sand, Yet what's sewn in self, forever stands. Roots entwined through flesh and vein, A spirit's growth, through loss or gain. Though wings are clipped, and space is small, The inner cosmos hears the call. A universe within, unmarred, By locks or chains, by bars or guard. In silent strength, he sits, he knows, Where freedom's clipped, the spirit grows. An inner flame that time can't sway, The self-made light, that guides the way. A testament to silent will, In cloistered walls, he blossoms still. For what is reaped from soul's own plot, Remains within, though freedom's not.
Date: April 26, 2024
painting
The Golem of Twilight Grove
In the grove where the twilight weaves, Lies a golem with leaves for sleeves; With eyes that gleam like rubied fires, And limbs of steel, as dark desires. Beneath a tree with orbs of red, He rests his ancient, horned head; His beard a cascade of the night, Braided with stars, oh what a sight! Mechanized might, in silence bound, In cords of roots, he is gowned; With fingers fine as artisan's tools, In this eerie grove, he silently rules. The snowflakes kiss his cold, blue skin, A fusion where flesh and gears begin; In this enchanted, timeless nook, He is both the legend and the book.
Date: April 26, 2024
Random Thoughts
Your influence over the world is but an extension of your influence over yourself
In the realm where silence weaves, A creature sits, in peace it breathes, Entwined in self, a tangle of might, Its stillness roars, in whispers it fights. Limbs like rivers, flowing with grace, A willow of muscle, in tranquil embrace, It mirrors the night, an ebony shade, With antlers that reach for dawn's first parade. In meditation's hold, a formidable seat, With every calm breath, the world’s heartbeat, For the power within is the power without, In the core of one's soul, where control sprouts. The mind is a kingdom, where we reign, Where thoughts swirl like a hurricane, Yet in this figure, the tempests cease, Showing mastery’s path to inner peace. To sway the tides of outer spheres, First master oneself, through the years, So gaze upon this meditative stance, And know, within, lies the world's expanse.
Date: April 25, 2024
Random Thoughts
Slay enough dragons and you become one
In armor wrought from battles past, A knight stands firm, his die is cast. For every dragon felled and scorned, In his soul, a new one born. With scales of valor, claws of might, His human form lost to the night. A metamorphosis, fierce and wild, The dragon's heart claims the child. He fought with fire, fought with blade, In every scar, his debts were paid. But look! Now wings from shoulders sprout, His human scream a dragon's shout. What once was man now breathes with flames, A creature that no fear tames. Behold the price of victories vast, Become the beast you slay, at last. The knight who dragons did ensnare, Finds in the mirror, dragon's stare. For strength like theirs, he yearned to don, Now stands the knight, the dragon's son.
Date: April 24, 2024
Random Thoughts
You have to challenge the storm to find out who you are
In the clutch of howling winds, a child did stand, Clad in armor, with a sword in hand. Tiny feet rooted where the brave dare to dream, Facing the squall, part of a greater scheme. With every gust that bent the bough, The child's resolve would not allow A single step back in fear or dread, For within the maelstrom, their spirit spread. 'Gainst the tide of the roaring din, A young heart beats strong within. An untried valor put to test, To see if timorous, or valiantly blessed. Oh, little one 'midst the storm's embrace, Your challenge sings of an ancient grace. Where thunder rolls and the brave may quail, Your spirit, small, sets forth to sail. And thus, the child and tempest dance, A duel of fate and not of chance. For in the struggle, fierce and raw, One's essence blooms, unmarred, unflawed. So let the gales come as they must, And in their fury, we place our trust. For in their wrath, we're sculpted pure, Defined, refined, resolute and sure.
Date: April 23, 2024
Random Thoughts
Succeed inside and you will succeed outside
In the cosmic track where stars align and gleam, There strides a titan, chasing the stellar dream. With circuits and sinew, a mechanical hulk, Its inner self, triumphant, with a trophy to sulk. This giant, this force, where the galaxies bend, Is more than its steps, or the paths that it wends. Inside, there's a man with a spirit that roars, With skulls as his chorus, he victoriously soars. His outer stride mighty, vast as the night, Is but a reflection of his inner fight. For what's won within, in the silence of space, Projects its power in the outermost race. Through nebulae's whispers and black hole's deep calls, The inner man's conquest is what truly enthralls. The monster's mere vessel for the soul that’s unfurled, For winning inside is what conquers the world.
