I began writing as I was ill
Then the dark sun came out to push my will
I abandoned bad thoughts, the sickness I do fought
Now ı am back, it is raining unusually
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Take a look around when time is walking on your side
It is just a matter of time when the storm seals your fate
Take a good look inside when your in paradise
It is a manner of life that will take you down
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The love that kept hidden is far from being a treasure
Living is denied side to side with the trusted shame
Soon to be forced to new grounds to reach the exact karma
Courage calls for the ones absent for a long time
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When the shade of the night falls
Every soul takes a shape of his own
All figures are cast to nought for this challenge
Some loses faith some falls with little effort
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Before the fall, the stars held still, A whisper soft, a fleeting thrill. The world was kind, the air was light, And luck was cradled in the night.
I walked where fortune wove its thread, No fear of things I left unsaid. The dawn was gold, the sky was wide, No shadows trailed where dreams reside.
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I long for a girl like you
Such a beautiful sight you provide
My heart filled with joy the moment you were right by my side
Melt into my heart And once again be mine
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-Spit that poison our of your heart
-Your mild nature is What ı need -most now
-Take a fresh start And ease your mind
- Be that person gives me love
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As sad as it seems to be as it looks
Strenght of his total existence
Impose retreival of loss pieces
Advanced vigour called to preserve
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> O Eternal Friend,
You who are closer than the breath,
Yet vaster than the stars,
I have wandered the deserts of men's hearts
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The down brings misery after twilight
Soon to be sorrounded by nameless sorrow
Itching and carving out their floating and burning notes
Open the keys, close the ways
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> I walked through silence deeper than time,
Seeking the face that lives in all things.
In the cry of the sparrow, I heard You sigh.
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> Ya Allah,
In a world full of noise,
I come to You for silence.
In the rush of every day,
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We are not brothers,
We were born of different mothers.
You grew up with golden spoons,
I roamed barefoot through dusty dunes.
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In marble streets of ancient lore,
Where wisdom walked from door to door,
A sage named Socrates did tread,
With thoughtful eyes and silvered head.
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Beneath the singing waves of stellar deep, Far, far beyond the mind's untraveled reach, An ageless watcher, wise and vast, Rests within the folded silk of space.
His mind, a map of nameless stars, His speech, the echo of forgotten tongues. He dreams not, for knowledge is his pulse, And thought is his eternal tide.
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Beneath the silent tides of void and thought, Where suns ignite and nameless stars are wrought, There dwelled a watcher, vast and lone, A mind of wisdom, carved from stone.
Not flesh nor scale, nor earthly frame, But light entwined in shifting flame. He dreamed before the birth of day, Before the cosmos found its way.
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The Odyssey of the Giant Voyager
Across the silent void, where stars whisper and galaxies pulse with ancient songs, a lone traveler drifts—The Giant Voyager. Neither flesh nor bone, nor beast nor god, he is the architect of knowledge, the sentinel of time's deepest secrets.
The Awakening
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And with understanding, the third letter was raised on open hands, A glowing sigil forged in the crucible of cosmic thought, Its light unraveling the tangled veils of shadow and dust, Illuminating corridors where ancient truth once lay concealed.
In that hallowed moment, the universe itself seemed to pause— A stillness profound as if time held its breath, And the letter, a beacon of unsolicited wisdom, Spoke in silent verses beyond mortal comprehension.
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No hesitation. Two fingers pressed to the temple—close your eyes. Action expands the realm of possibility, diversifying our every step, As we vanish from sight, unseen by those who overstep their bounds.
Within our mind's eye, shadows and dust intertwine— A secret entrenchment in the vast kingdom of silent thought. Rejoice in solitude, for silence is our wellspring of power; Extend your hand, let the cosmos hear the quiet thrum of your soul.
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Challenging life, closed box cat Black self- karakendi Aka Milan Baro Streaming divine imaginations inspired by the collective consciousness. HT5 _ - _ We are in the endless motion.)
Hi Time
I began writing as I was ill
Then the dark sun came out to push my will
I abandoned bad thoughts, the sickness I do fought
Now ı am back, it is raining unusually
How I wished my thoughts were those for goodness
I came down with relentless empathy
Hooked on its greatness, such a tragedy
Needlessly I once released from my obsession and granted solitude
The stories of those marked seep in to my dreams
I served for this post restlessly, I demand now
Heal me
Never trust a newer day but night.
İmagine a legacy that demands the very essence of it's creator's life. All in pursuit of goodness and enlightenment.And transform into a beacon of light.
'As an English teacher, I've learned that life, like literature, unfolds in chapters—some rushed, some slow, but each shaped by time's patient pen. Don't skim the pages; every moment adds meaning to your story.'
'Life on Earth is a fleeting breath in the lungs of eternity—brief, beautiful, and most meaningful when shared with compassion and purpose.'
'The soul does not speak in logic, but in symbols and dreams—for it is not bound by time, but by truth waiting to be remembered.'
'Love is but a fleeting tune, carried on the wind—sweet in memory, bitter in truth.'
'We are not brothers simply because we were born human. Brotherhood is not in blood, but in justice, in love, and in standing equal beneath the sky.'
'To love deeply is to walk willingly into contradiction—to worship what wounds you, to believe in what breaks you, and to find meaning in the madness of longing.'
'Ask the living about death, and they'll speak of silence, illness, or sleep. But there exists a death beyond all versions—a death that does not come to take, but to unravel. It watches you beg, strips you thought by thought, and pulls the soul not with mercy, but with memory. That is the death that makes gods shudder.'
Lessons Carved in Time: The loudest voice is not the wise; True strength is where the silence lies. Some trials come in harsh disguise, But shape the soul and clear the eyes. Be not the storm that shakes the land— Be calm, like stone, or still, like sand. And know: the hardest hearts we meet, May carve the path beneath our feet.
The Giant Voyager—a titan of celestial wisdom, roaming the boundless depths of existence, carrying knowledge from realms beyond comprehension. His thoughts weave the fabric of time, his voice resonates with the pulse of the stars.
Shatter your ego; Arrogance and ego will be the death of your world. Shatter your ego! Watch your arrogance cascade down as does a window pane destroyed in front of you, as do diamonds glistening against our moonlight. Heed our warning. And the final signal was raised with understanding on unseen hands,
She says hello; How can we understand this language? A pure method of Telepathy Must not use the tides work against him? Let go, she do not demand.
Coincidence searches sync and boundless mysteries avail themselves of their secrecy. Hiding among nothing, who dare? Only the faintest of stars pour out their hearts among crowds of entangled conscience. Tell us your lies. Belittle our sensibilities without concurrent understanding.
Power erupts from silent water. Water. Indigenous to all beings of universe.
Overture to the living in other dimensional congruence. As we part the radiation, an image approaches us with cautious suspicion. The shadow is unimaginable in proportion, we feel humble and dwarfed with awe. Intricacy beyond comprehension, how can this be real? -thekrakenlivesforever
T h e f i n a l t h r o w, t h e b r e a t h h e s p e n t. N o l u c k r e m a i n e d, n o f a t e r e l e n t s. T h e n u m b e r s s p u n, t h e s i l e n c e g r e w. A l i f e w a s l o s t — a f a t e u n d u e
Most people think time is like a river that flows swift and sure in one direction, but I have seen the face of time and I can tell you they are wrong. Time is an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I am and why I say this; sit down and I will tell you a tale like none that you have ever heard! by Prince
Imagine yourself as one of the millions of fisherman in a vast ocean. And an unknown language lurks under your vessel. A long lost forgotten way of living in harmony with the overture of the soul with telepathic communion.Overture to the living in other dimensional congruence.
To reach a deeper understanding, one must first surrender to the vastness of the unknown. True learning begins not with conquest, but with the humble acceptance that knowledge transcends fear, allowing you to witness a reality far more intricate than you can imagine.
Coincidental pursuits and boundless mysteries diverge from their secrecy and purify so that the anathema of living the innovative landscape is hidden within consciousness... becomes sensible and visable to create far more intricate realities on earth.
'To shatter your ego isn't an act of destruction, but of liberation. It's the necessary humility that breaks the confining walls of self-importance, allowing the vastness of genuine knowledge and connection to finally flow in.'
'Büyüklük taslamak ve benlik davası, sizin dünyanızın sonu olacak. Hayat, küçük bir oyundu zaten; siz onu, fuzuli bir ciddiyetle, koca bir imparatorluk sanmayı seçtiniz. Oysa kibir, insanın kendi yalnızlığını bile görememesidir; yıkılınca anlarsınız ki, o ihtişam sandığınız şey, sadece kendi kurduğunuz kağıttan bir settir. Ne güzel, en azından bir sona ulaştınız; bari bu defa, yıkıntının altından gerçek bir cümle kurmayı deneyin.'
'Watch your arrogance cascade down, leaving you with nothing but the chilling draft of self-awareness. That solitary height you climbed was merely a scaffold of paper thin lies, and now the rude wind is turning it to dust. You are finally reduced to the simple, shivering molecule that was hiding behind the whole spectacle. Welcome back to the magnificent inconvenience of being utterly ordinary.'
'Time is the lens through which we choose our focus: a blinding streak toward the future, or the quiet, clear canvas of the now.'