Spiritual Immortality

The clouds have spoken; they are about to weep holy tears.
The fallen angels have laid their eyes on us, watching over us.
Fairy tales are casting immortal spells of wisdom.
Not pain shall rise, but acceptance and divinity.

A streaming love flows through humankind.
You are guarded by the deity of Mother Earth.
Your pure lungs breathe in fields of color.
Life is the path to enlightenment; life is everything.

The winter breeze has come to awaken our souls with snow.
A branch clothed in snow is the softness within us.
The green is covered in white to teach us a lesson.
This season is a white-winged butterfly touching a green leaf.

Set aside your beliefs for one moment and listen to the violin play.
It will stir your senses and your emotions, and it will reach your heart.
The clouds, the streaming love, and the winter breeze have arrived in radiance.
May your spirit rise and shine, and may your love be as eternal as time itself.

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Nightmare

The cradle of life swings back and forth. These torturing memories I silently recall. A taste of sudden fear, to numb my sins. Violently eager, to conquer my whims. Capturing the moment with a fluttering blink, Flushing out blight, to rise from the weak. Paper hands made from sturdy oak trees, A core so strong, it defeats the disease. Haunted dreams, uneasy and unwell, Afraid to wake up, too scared to dwell. A rusted watch to tell the broken time, The wrath of Cronos echoes his prime. Lucidly walking into the unknown, Facing the void, yet still all alone. A final wish to live a heartbeat, Revived in spirit, I rise to my feet.

A Mother’s Influence

A Mother’s Influence Clock’s ticking, birds fly - into the horizon - they are hugging the sky. To listen, to observe, to think, to preserve, to create a mythical stellar dream where he can summon radiant unicorns, and like the stars - to endlessly gleam. Time passes, a boy turns into a man, he loves his mother, and she loves her son. The dark spirits have spoken, he got his heart broken but they couldn’t harm him, his mother nourished his soul, she showed him the way, she became his lighting shield. They never expected to fight a man as strong as him, she taught him to be brave, for the day he would give his precious life, and the whole world he would redeem. Behind every strong, honest, and courageous man lies a strong and caring mother. She sacrifices a part of herself to see him flourish, to become strong, like his father. And when he claims his throne and finds his queen, she is still there to protect him, the mother of the king.

Depression

When you reach rock-bottom, when your soul cries, Life stops vibrating; everything vivid in pain dies. Filthy dark entities knock at your door, You refuse to open, but they break in, causing mayhem. They enter your lizard brain, with no mercy at all. Now you're a slave to them; down on your knees, you crawl. “You’re not good enough, you’re a failure, you’re nobody.” These voices change your perception. The downfall begins. You want nothing, no one, anything but to lie down and sleep. You beg not to wake up; one more day alive hurts deep. Stuck in your own tiny space, thoughts of death quickly arise. You want to escape from yourself, the self you despise. You are afraid of being alive, but not of death. No one cares about you—alone until your last breath. Life becomes meaningless, love dies, you feel sick. You can’t take it anymore, stuck in this loop till you die.

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