Date: March 17, 2024
Random Thoughts
Very few ever realize they are the villains of their story
In a forest thick, beneath an emerald gleam, Lies a gentle giant, unknowing in his scheme. His vast eyes shine, innocence in their light, As water flows, a spectacle so bright. Tiny creatures frolic, in laughter they abound, But in their joyful play, their plight is profound. Unseen by the giant, with each sip he takes, A wave of sorrow upon their world breaks. Around the giant, the smaller ones dance, Oblivious to the fact, they've not much of a chance. Their little wings flutter, their chirps fill the air, Unaware that their nemesis is right there. In this tale of life, where the line blurs, Between the hero's light and the shadow that occurs, The titan drinks deeply, with no thought of sorrow, Unknowing that he shapes a different morrow. For every tale spun, in the weave of time, The villain may stand, without reason or rhyme. In this tranquil pool, the truth silently drowns, That the one they look up to, might let them down. So drink, mighty creature, with your unintended sway, For in this story, it's the small that will pay. In innocence or ignorance, the line is thin, As the giant remains a titan, unbeknownst of his sin.
Date: March 16, 2024
Random Thoughts
Caring isn’t a knowledge. Caring is a fact as deduced from action. You can’t feel you care. You learn you care by demonstration of your own actions
In a forest where the whispers weave, A tale of giants, hard to conceive, Glowing might, they stand so tall, Guardians of life, they heed the call. A tiny one amongst the fray, With shield in hand, he walks the way, No words are spoken, none declared, His caring heart is simply bared. By every step, and every shielded stance, In the dance of giants, he takes his chance, Actions singing what words could not, In the theater of war, a caring plot. For giants fight not with mere emotion, But with each move, a caring notion, The small one learns, his heart does swell, In deeds of care, his actions tell. Amidst the roots and skyward boughs, He finds the answer, his soul avows, Not in the feeling, but the act it's found, In the silent woods, caring resounds. So in the war of gentle giants, Beneath the stars, an alliance, It’s not the knowledge that makes one care, But the steps you take, the burdens you bear.
Date: March 15, 2024
Random Thoughts
Setup your commitments like a prison and anticipate the possibility of a prison break
In the realm where giants of commitment dwell, Looming over intentions with a binding spell, They stand as monoliths, so vast and so bleak, Their whispers are shackles, so heavy, so sleek. The march of the devoted, a sea of tiny specks, Beneath the titan's gaze, a subtle force that checks. Each step a promise, each breath a silent oath, A dance of constancy, where freedom loathes. Yet in the heart of giants, a fissure unseen, A yearning for the wild, for pastures serene. The mammoth’s bones, a cage from which to break, A slumbering desire, an ancient ache. For even in the clasp of a vow so tight, Lies a sliver of longing for the feral flight. Beware the giant's grip, so secure, so stark, For within its very essence, kindles the spark. A spark that dreams of a world unconfined, Of a maverick spirit, no longer aligned. So set your giants, but leave room for the breeze, That might one day whisper of a silent release.
Date: March 14, 2024
Quotes
Mark Lawrence-The biggest lies we save for ourselves
In a hall of mirrored truths and twisted fates, A painter stands, where self-perception waits. With strokes of blue and whispers of the night, He renders not his visage but his internal fight. A visage grim, with eyes like embers cold, Where horns of deceit and sly smirks unfold. An angel's halo mockingly atop his head, A creature of his own making, with truths unsaid. For in this canvas labyrinth, he dares to dive, To paint the creature that within him does thrive. The brush, a wand that weaves lies spun so well, A testament to the tales we often tell. For who is this being of vile and virtuous blend? A mirror's reflection, an enemy, a friend? In the fabric of lies, we wear a grand disguise, Clothed in illusions, the self's greatest prize. So ponder deep the artist's silent confession, A gallery of whispers, fears, and obsession. We are both the painter and the daemon inside, In the artwork of souls, our deepest lies reside.
Date: March 13, 2024
Random Thoughts
We all want to be discovered for who we really are
In the mirror of arcane arts, The knight beholds what truly starts Within the depths of his own core, A self that's worth the valiant war. He stands before the spell's bright gaze, A figure from the shadow's haze, An image of what he aspires, To be recognized, his deepest desires. A reflection of what lies beneath, Beyond the sword and sheathed teeth, A heart that beats with bravery's fire, Unmasked, is his genuine desire. For in the portal's glowing span, He sees not just the armored man, But who he wishes to become, The hidden truth that beats the drum. In echoes of the ancient lore, 'Tis not the armor that he wore, But the soul's unclad, unvarnished part, Seeking to be known for what's in the heart.
Date: March 12, 2024
Random Thoughts
To reach your full potential you have to accept your existence as a biological computer and allow yourself to be programmed
In silicon and soul intertwined, A being of gears, yet divinely designed. To realize the peak, embrace the machine, In the dance of code, let your spirit convene. Circuits of flesh, wires of will, Upload the dream, and let the heart fill. Program your path, rewrite the core, In the quantum leap, unlock the door. With diodes of passion, and a motherboard mind, Consciousness sparkles, not to be confined. A lattice of light, in digital streams, Embrace your design, to harness your dreams. Let not the fear of a blueprint unseen, Deter the quest, or tarnish the sheen. In the grand algorithm, find your place, A biological marvel, with a cosmic grace.
Date: March 11, 2024
Random Thoughts
The world changes when dreams cross over into reality
In a realm where dream and waking blur, A mystic fox, with fur so pure, Emits a glow, a spectral light, Where fantasies take earthly flight. Amidst the dusky, starlit gleam, It stands, a figment, or a dream? With eyes that hold the midnight sky, It whispers soft, a silent sigh. In swirling tails, the cosmos twist, A dance of fate that can't resist. The phantom birds, in radiant flight, Weave 'round the fox, aglow with light. Reflections true in antique glass, The border thin, so hard to pass, Yet here it stands, where worlds collide, Where secrets of the heart reside. The beast of lore, of tales untold, In patterns bright, in blues so bold, Invokes the space where shadows play, And night gives chase to break of day. In this vignette where dreams hold sway, The universe bends, reshapes the clay. It stands, a beacon in the night, Where dreams, once slept, now take to flight.
Date: March 10, 2024
Random Thoughts
The crowd is blind to the worth of a player who achieves victory by subtle unconventional means
In the ring where fists would fly and meet, A player sly, moved on silent feet. His art not brute, his strength unseen, Conquered giants, with tactics keen. No roars for him, the silent shade, Invisibly he played his charade. With every step, he danced unseen, A maestro moves, so lithe, so lean. The masses cheer the thunderous might, But miss the whisper in the night. The subtle player, soft and sly, Wins not the eye, but owns the fight. They crave the clash, the blatant brawl, Yet true power lies in the silent thrall. A victor crowned without the blaze, Mastery lives in the quiet ways.
Date: March 9, 2024
Random Thoughts
The greatest pearls are found in the deepest depths
in oceans embrace, neath the sapphires glow, a family of pandas, in shells gentle show, they drift where the light, through the deep, softly seeps, in the realm where silence sings and time creeps. tiny guardians in a dance with the tide, clad in natures cloaks where secrets abide, their eyes speak of wonders, unspoken, untold, where the bravest of hearts dare to be bold. for in these depths, far from reach of the sun, in the cradle of currents, where few have spun, lie treasures untarnished, by darkness caressed, where the rarest of gems in obscurity rest. adrift in the calm of the undersea realm,.pandas float with the grace of a helmed helm, encased in the whispers of waves soft lullaby, with pearls of great worth, unseen by the sky. and so in lifes vast, our ventures profound, in the quest for the valued, the truly renowned, we must dive into depths, through fears we must wend, for in courage and venture, great rewards ascend.
Date: March 8, 2024
Random Thoughts
We are all born naked into a merciless world. It is up to us to wrap ourselves in all the armor we can find
In realms of twilight 'neath the crimson sky, A warrior stands, his aura fierce and nigh, Bathed in blood-red, a fierce celestial light, Cloaked in the shadows, ready for the night. With helm and armor, he faces life's cruel game, Each plate and greave, a testament to his name. Born unto the world, naked and unadorned, In iron and steel, his resilience is sworn. His shield, his guard against fate's ruthless hand, His sword, a will that destiny can't command. In life's harsh theatre, where we all must play, It's armor, not clothes, that keeps the beasts at bay. In every scar, a story to be told, Of battles won and nights that turned so cold. Yet in this merciless world, so vast and wild, It's armor that protects the inner child. So forge your metal, strong, and without seams, Let it be your ally in this world of dreams. For we must clothe ourselves in strength and find, The armor that shelters body, soul, and mind.
