Date: February 9, 2024
Random Thoughts
Like schrodinger cat love is both real and unreal till it is tested
Upon a bridge in twilight's hold, Where bubbles show both young and old. A couple strides 'neath starry skies, Past orbs that hold where destiny lies. This love they share, a silent pact, A force unseen, yet deeply act. In each sphere's glow, a tale untold, Of love that's warm, and sometimes cold. It hovers there, in spaces in between, In realms of might-have-been and keen. Until it's tried, like tempered steel, It's neither wound nor salve to heal. In every step and hand in hand, They journey through this mystic land. Their bond unproven, like whispered lore, Alive, yet questioned, evermore. For only when the heart's put to the test, Does love show its truest zest. As real as the touch of a lover's kiss, Or as fleeting as a near-miss. So onward march the dreamer pair, In realms that breathe with magic air. Their love, a riddle wrapped in sight, In the embrace of endless night.
Date: February 9, 2024
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My idols are all monsters of their craft
In the land of giants, bold and vast, Where mountains touch the skies, A young archer grips his bow so fast, With dreams that never die. His gaze is fixed on titans tall, Their shadows cast in craft, Great heroes, one and all, Whose legend is his raft. Their bows are strung with wisdom's thread, Arrows carved from ancient lore, In every step, the ground they tread, Speaks of myths and more. No words need tell, their art declares, Monarchs of the arc they bend, Each shot a story, none compares, To the power they commend. The archer stands, both small and brave, In awe of those before, With every breath, he yearns to crave, What these legends bore. Their prowess whispers through the wind, Their strength in stones is carved, In seeking their kin, he's aligned, With spirits unstarved. A journey long, through peaks and troughs, Where only eagles dare, He follows paths that others scoff, With steadfast, silent care. For in his heart, he knows the truth, That giants pave the way, Their monstrous skill, eternal youth, Guides his humble fray. So he'll walk the path, with eyes ablaze, And in his idols' craft, he'll maze, For they are beacons through the haze, Monsters of skill, in which he'll gaze.
Date: February 9, 2024
Random Thoughts
If you can’t figure out who your opponent really is. What they want and what they are capable of then you stand little chance at victory
In a land where giants might dwell, And in their shadows, we seem so frail, There lies a tale that one must tell, Of battles fought beyond the pale. With every step, the ground would quake, Beneath the titan's watchful gaze, For every move you dare to make, He reads the end of your days. Know thine foe, their silent creed, Their desires, their silent roar, For in the game of power and deed, Knowledge is the art of war. Without a grasp of the enemy's mind, Or the reach of their hidden hand, You'll find yourself to fate resigned, Lost in the giant's land. So tread with care, oh wary knight, In the caverns of the heart's deceit, Victory favors those who fight, With wisdom's light as their feat. For those who walk in ignorance's bliss, Against the giants they cannot see, Shall find the truth in the abyss, Where defeat is the only guarantee.
Date: February 8, 2024
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I just never feel like i deserve a vacation
In a forest shrouded, still, and vast, A spectral figure, bound to its task. With hooded shroud and bony grasp, Forges magic in each clasp. Amidst a sea of swords aglow, Underneath the emerald boughs' shadow, It toils without respite or cheer, Eternally bound, year after year. No whisper of wind nor bird's refrain Disturbs the silence of the domain. The anvil's ring, the only sound, As sparks of sorcery abound. Each blade, a testament to its plight, A glowing beacon in the night. But rest or pause it shall not find, An endless duty, tightly twined. For in this craft, it finds no end, No time for self, nor to mend. A vacation's breath, it cannot seize, In the relentless pursuit of its silent decrees.
Date: February 8, 2024
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All too often in risking less you risk it all
In fields where daisies sway and tall pines stand, A path diverges in this vibrant land. To the left, a route so fair and bright, Where blossoms dance in the gentle light. To the right, a tunnel, shadows creep, Where fears awake and nightmares seep. Tentacles thrash and dark eyes gleam, In this eerie passage of a darker dream. Brave souls venture where monsters dwell, As hearts beat fast under their spell. For in the chase of a safer stroll, One might just lose the braver soul. So take the step, though risks appall, In caution's shade, the brave might fall. For oft in paths too safe and small, In seeking less, one risks it all.
Date: February 8, 2024
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There is no shortcut to getting back in shape. You have to pay for your sins
Amidst a realm where fire and ice blend, Two titans clash, their forms transcend. One robed in frost, a frigid sight, The other, flames that pierce the night. Their battle fierce, a testament true, To the grueling trials we must pursue. No easy path to regain one's prime, We face the dues of pastime's crime. With every sin a weight to lift, Through sweat and strain, we must shift. The path is long, with no respite, A journey hard into the light. Muscles ache and the air is sharp, But will unyielding, we play our harp. No shortcuts here, just the long road, To shoulder the past, and ease the load. Ice may thaw, and fire may fade, Yet in their dance, our fate is made. To sculpt a form from the abyss, No easy task, but worthy, this. For in the end, when shapes align, We'll find that pain was the design. To forge us anew, without the sin, No shortcuts taken, strength within.
Date: February 8, 2024
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The secret to never falling on your face is to always be ready to slip
In the glow of moon's embrace, a figure stands with hidden face, An alchemist in silent space, where flasks and mystic brews interlace. A cloak of night, a hood so deep, guards the secrets that they keep, Arrows poised in quiet sleep, ready for the hunt, the leap. Elixirs gleam like jeweled lights, a rainbow captured in the night, Each a story, each a might, a potion for the heart's own plight. He mixes with a careful grace, an art that time cannot erase, For in each vial, a different chase, a different path, a different race.
Date: February 8, 2024
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It’s not the special bonds that last but the bonds that last that are special
In realms of frost, where whispers cast, Two sages stand, with gazes vast. One with eyes, like morning's dew, The other roars, a guardian true. Armored thick in runic lore, Their bonds unseen, yet at the core. Not marked by flare, nor flash, nor light, But steadfast through the longest night. For in the chill where silence screams, It’s not the glare that fuels the dreams, But quiet ties that hold and weave, The magic that the hearts believe. Together braced 'gainst storm's cruel test, In unity, their souls invest. No spectacle their link requires, Just lasting through the ice and fires. In kinship's grip, they face the cold, With spirits brave and actions bold. Their link outshines the brightest star, For bonds that last are what they are.
Date: February 8, 2024
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Reality is what you insist it is. But only as long as you insist long enough
Above the clouds, where dreams are spun, A path spirals to a distant sun. A figure walks, alone, yet bold, On a snaking bridge of silver and gold. Tall spires reach, both near and far, Beneath the swirl of a cosmic star. It winds and twists, a galactic door, A reality shaped, forever more. Each step taken with steadfast trust, In a world where steel meets stardust. What's real and true is what you stride, Across the chasm, wide and wide. No limit placed on where you roam, Among the stars, you find your home. Belief is key, the universe spun, On the insistence of what's begun. The walker treads where thought takes flight, Where day clasps hands with the edge of night. A testament to the will's own might, In the ascent of man, to endless height.
Date: February 8, 2024
Random Thoughts
Even a rat has the choice to try to chew through the bars of a steel cage till it’s out of teeth. Wherever you are. So do you
In a garden bathed in twilight's glow, A path of wood through blooms does flow. Boundless petals caress the night, Each a whisper of color, a dancer in light. Doors line the path, choices abound, In the silent serenade of dreams unbound. A solitary figure walks the way, A testament that hope does not betray. For even in a realm so fair and wide, Where beauty’s doors on hinges glide, The smallest creature, in a cage confined, May seek the strength its fate to bind. With will as iron, and courage stout, It gnaws at bars to find a route. No matter the place, the time, the view, This power resides in me, in you. To choose the path, to make the stand, To seek the door to the promised land. The journey's arduous, the trials steep, But in our hearts, this truth we keep.
