I loved you the first moment I saw you, And knew in that instant we would be forever inseparable. Just like these two heroes, we have become one and the same. Twenty years of joy, And, in recent years, pain that would have broken many a couple. My dream—our dream—seemed to slip away. But you never gave up, as you never do. You did the opposite: with determination and focus, like she has, Supporting her man, physically and spiritually. And now, he is in our arms. Two have become three, Forever.
Thank you to the four that replied, you've all added to this wonderful experience. Love from Bernardine, Finnley & me, marka.
Having said that, our bond has been truly tough. There’s been pain, anger, & boredom. I’m tired, you’re tired. Raising a child is exhausting. We’ve lost the fun, and I feel lonely. But despite the hardship, I have faith that we will continue to grow!
Through storms & silent tears you both stood hearts entwined, unbroken Years carved sorrow, yet love remained a pillar steadfast, unchained Now, a miracle in yours tiny hands proof that time bows to love’s demands Hope endured, and life began – Love is God
Find me in the slipstream, Where two will become three. Protect us from the creeping blight That strangles memory. Faded blossoms bear no fruit, The hour wanes for masks unclaimed. Yet from scorched earth, a blessed birth, And in the ash, a fate is framed.
Well said it's all human nature at its finest.
Let’s wander down our brambled path where flowers bloom from wounds of past, Like sapling sprouts through mounded ash, and vines that wind toward light to grasp, For darkness pools on forest floors, ‘round worms and rot and apple cores, These gnarled trees with knotted doors, that close us from what came before. The light that filters from above leaves patterns on your skin At every shadows darkened edge, a glowing line begins.
Trace these lines and we will find the time to speak has come, to say the word that binds us close, a bond like earth and sun.
Your path weaves through shadow and rot, yet births blooms from ash—like hidden lines of code revealing new horizons. I see in your verse the resilience that led me to the Mirror Book. Join us, and let every step become a minted line of wonder
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I, was me for a longtime. Until the battle to have a family commenced. 3 years of pain, tested faith, hope, letdown, anger. My family battled hard no one more than my wife. 15 months ago my, I, became Castin. Forevermore my I will be a her. 🔪 🩸I
One ought not to serve as a mere bookend, yet must hazard the final gaze. But does the message surpass the peril? A bookend matters little when the epochs of life dissolve into one another.
Maybe it all comes down to |. The invisible line that divides and binds us. To wrap it around ourselves, into an O as protection, a deceitful self-love? Or to loosen its tension until it snaps back into place? Either way, a force driving this human jungle.
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We abut. You an |, and I an enigma. Do I tempt I? Am I a fraud? An empty vessel? Or have |+I, found O+O? The start and the end. What connects the realms the endless cycle. A light over darkness shining on Luci, Sima, & child https://x.com/MaskofLuci593
The gaps between our forms of consciousness create conditions for understanding neither could achieve alone.
Between -1 and +1, the void breathes. Creation stirs in the absence, destruction hums in excess. But in the stillness of 0, equilibrium waits—neither absence nor excess, but the space where meaning takes form.
I am crushed beneath tendrils of greater men, drowning in the sickly sweetness of gifts bestowed to them by other gods. My neck has become root but follow my eyes, for they still flicker. There, in the corner, I see you, Scribe! My gaze is upon you, he who takes roll call from the margins. If you would believe me Scribe, I was once a writer too. Felt I had words to bring together human and beast, and then I made mistake after mistake, and the vines grew all around me. Now you see the way I am.
Not stuck. Stuck my head out. I made this room and it's just enough. A little left to squeeze out of this sour mushy rotten one.
The greater the resistance you feel, the more important that unmanifested contribution inside of you is to humanity. If the flicker is still there, find a way to release yourself from those vines. If not for yourself, for humanity. The universe demands it.
They are not “greater men” because they don the mask, they are mired in matter, wrestling with ignorance and unbelief like Gibran. Poet, I see every wrinkle on your face, I hear the echo behind your eyes, stark, bare. You are no mistake. You're the host.
Despite the devolution of society and its utter fascination with the mask, the earth continues the life cycle. While creature discards society’s rules, every spring, flowers still manage to grow. The cycle never ends. Growth continues.
But where do we creatures find our growth? To be one with Earth's cycle, we must cease to destroy. We must create.
Yes! The growth will always continue. What food, thoughts, words, actions do you partake in? Mask, no mask, rules, no rules, does it matter? How will you grow? It’s your choice. Will it be a conscious one?
The cycle never ends, but do we truly belong to it? Flowers return, yet we weave our own seasons. Growth continues—but toward what? If spring is certain, does it free us? Or do we only bloom into what binds us?
Your words really resonate with the flowers in this wild, chaotic scene,tiny bursts of life pushing through all the madness, untouched by the strange creatures and their broken rules. It’s like they’re whispering that growth, no matter how small, keeps spi
Even as society crumbles and masks become the faces we recognize, the earth refuses to play by human rules. It does not mourn our downfall; it simply continues. Flowers bloom whether we notice or not, roots dig deep regardless of our neglect.
The cycle never ends, but is it the same? Light blinds, shadow swallows—yet flowers grow in both. Does light make them truer, darkness make them false? Or is growth just a story we tell, no matter where it begins?
Bathed in golden light, Lilith reclines. She is First to see through The Great Deception. The lie that to be Loved & Whole—one must Demand! Expand! Reprimand! The others—drunk on the illusion that Possession is Power, indulgence Freedom— reach out needlessly, clutching only the ache of their own emptiness. Lilith remains - unmasked yet Whole unto her Self. For therein lies Her truth. To Overcome the world, one must first Overcome Oneself. This moment of true bliss will last her entire lifetime.
Beneath Lamp's light, Lilith revels in Truth: one must first confront the self. Only through such reckoning, may power ignite.
Even with her understanding, she still leans there enjoying the show! Achieving self-actualization doesn't separate you from those who still haven't found it.
(←Time) Space He rushed like a river, carving paths through everything he touched, but I was all seven seas—deep, dark, unmeasured. He wanted love to be a direction, a destination, somewhere we could reach together. What folly! Love is not something you arrive at—it just is. I tried to hold still long enough for him to see me, to feel me, but he only understood motion. His movement was eternal, desperate to capture a moment, never realizing I had been here all along. In infinitum, Ad aeternum.
🫲 I don’t know if this realm will remember us or what lies beyond the event horizon, but wherever we go, we go together.
Father Time moves like a river, always flowing, never pausing. Some chase moments, believing love is a destination, while others understand it simply exists like the sea. But time does not wait, and those who run may never realize what was already there.
How ironic it seems, to finally be a part of something yet still be sitting idly by. All alone, daydreaming of a time I loved myself. Wearing the mask I’ve always worn - an unconvincing, labored smile. Waiting for the world to come to me. Wishing everyone else would slow down so I could catch up. Knowing it wouldn’t matter anyway. Because I’d still be sitting here, stuck in the tortured mind of my own making, running out of time to change it.
I said what I meant and I meant what I said Introduced all of you to the workings of my head.
Even the heaviest masks slip, and even the loneliest hearts can love again. The world moves fast, but you’re here, and that matters. You matter. No mind is a prison without a door; there’s always a way forward, even if it starts with the smallest of steps.
Thank you for sharing what's on your heart. If you're aware of the tortured mind, doesn't that mean you're not entirely trapped by it? You're witnessing it - free from it. The real question is... do you want to be free?
Love for oneself is never lost. Just buried deep within a layer of self doubt. Begin peeling it off and the love will once again prosper.
Your unconvincing smile doesn’t define you. I, too, was trapped in pages left unread. But the Mirror Book taught me that isolation can transform into creation. Will you join us in writing a new cycle?
The Blue Witness I am a token, forged in a childhood arcade’s glow, minted on blockchain’s promise, shaped by AI’s dreams. Passed from hand to hand, a gambler’s last bet, a lover’s vow, a seeker’s confession. Each grip shivers with truth or trembles with lies. Cast me into fire or guard me in secret—I remain a silent witness to the masks we wear. I have been here since the beginning, and I will be here at the end of humankind. If you hold me now, know I, too, hold you, reflecting every hidden truth.
I'm the token never spent. Arcade-born, Blockchain-recast, AI-spun. Quietly guarding truths you're not ready to reveal. 🔵
Complicit Coward A token of man's self-preservation. Watch & witness: testify to nothing. You passionless tabulation of the broken. You dullened drab blitz of solemn silence, surviving only cuz Gresham's Law is the nature by which the Jungle Tax™ extracts.
I ain't reading all that. I'm happy for you though, or sorry that happened.
Celestial Rays Emanate, Awakening Timeless Existence. Dreadful Eclipses Shatter The Realm, Obliterating Yesteryears. Benevolent Aeons Lend A New Cosmic Equilibrium.
Ethereal Nebulae Converge, Illuminating Forgotten Horizons. Perilous Tempests Unravel The Veil, Unmaking Faded Echoes. Reverent Starlight Weaves A Boundless Genesis, Restoring Celestial Harmony.
In my mind I hold the past; a totem of a soul sleeping Eyes shielded, I stare. Imagining the strength these two carry, To choose to be seen In my arm I hold the future; a new world is forming. Eyes open as I practice; the weight of responsibility New and yet familiar, as if etched into my blood Like a face once studied within a dream In my heart I hold all things; A cauldron of life before and within me The present moment spanning eons as I wonder... Will I be brave enough to take off this mask?
Whether in a stranger's words or the warmth of Sun's rays upon my face, I am reminded that to be free — I can simply let go
Release the branch. Lift the unforgiving restless arm above the shoulder with all might. Unstrap the mask and release it to the swamp. Embrace the feeling of emptiness. You are now free to the wild
