Created: 23/10/03 Ivory Stokes: One day you will have to answer for your actions And God may not be so merciful. In the quiet depths of existence, the ledger remains, A relentless observer, impartial and just, Unfazed by pleas or the weight of remorse. Each choice etches a mark upon the tapestry, The tapestry of existence we weave, Threads of intention, woven with the threads of consequence. In the dim corridors of time, we tread, Unaware of the final audit awaiting, No ledger lost, no action hidden, For every cause has its inevitable effect. The scales of justice, unwavering, No hand can tip them, no plea can sway, The reckoning looms, no escape in sight, For deeds once done, forever in the annals of eternity. God's mercy, a distant echo, faint and fading, As we march forward, boun by our actions, In the end, the sum of our choices, Shall determine our fate, our legacy, our truth.
Reflection
The Fiery Gaze That Keeps Calling V1.
Created: 23/10/02 Every time I light this fire, our love ignites, In the dancing flames, it finds new life, The warmth of your presence, forever in sight, In the crackling hearth, there's no room for strife. The memories we've made, they shimmer and glow, Like stars in the night, they brightly adorn, In the heart of this fire, our feelings still flow, With every flicker and spark, our love is reborn. The smoke in the air, a sweet, fragrant embrace, Recalls all the moments we cherished so dear, This fire's a symbol of our passionate grace, A love that endures, without doubt or fear. So as long as this fire continues to burn, Our love will persist, forever to yearn, In the warmth of the flames, our hearts will discern, That the love we share will forever return.
Healing Unlearns Limiting Patterns
23/08/11
"Welcome, dear soul. to my healing
embrace,
I'm Dr. Seraphina Rivers, here to guide your
pace.
In this sacred space, where growth shall
ignite,
Know that healing's wedded to unlearning's
might.
Together, we'll journey through the depths
untold, Releasing old patterns that hindered
your soul.
for healing blooms when old beliefs are set
free, Unlearning's sweet symphony, guiding
you to be.
Within shadows we dwell, wounds left
unseen, But fear not, for here, we'll nurture
your dreams.
With tender care, we'll unmask what's
concealed,
Unlearning layers that no longer serve,
but yield.
Embrace the discomfort, for therein lies your key, To unlock the shackles and set your spirit free. Healing intertwines with unlearning's grand show, As we unravel the layers, true growth shall bestow. Trust this process, dear patient, as we navigate, Unraveling old stories, rewriting your fate. Dr. Seraphina Rivers, your ally and guide, Empowering you to unlearn, heal, and abide. Let us walk hand in hand, embracing the unknown, A Through unlearning's dance, your strength will be shown. For healing's foundation is unlearning's sweet start, Dr. Seraphina Rivers, committed to your heart. Together, we'll weave a tapestry anew, Unraveling the old, embracing what's true. Healing married to unlearning, let it be known, Dr. Seraphina Rivers, your companion on this journey flown."
Longing for the Void
In the depths of silence, a Longing Burns, To Embrace the void, where Anger Churns, Where shadows Dance, and echoes Fade, Alone with myself, In A Rage Unswayed. In this realm of emptiness, I find release, No masks to wear, no pretense, no peace, Just the raw essence of fury untamed, A solitary soul, with anger inflamed. No judgment here, no prying eyes, No need to hide the seething cries, In the void, I'm free to just be, To vent, to roar, to set myself free. No need to conform to the world's design, In the silence, rage and truth align, To unleash the depths of my soul's disdain, To find the strength to embrace the pain. I long for the void, where time suspends, No distractions, no ties, no amends, In the stillness, my heart finds its song, A symphony of solitude, angry and strong. To wander unbound through vast cosmic dust, In the solitude, I learn to trust, To face myself, my wrath, my tears, To embrace the rage without any fears. No one around to judge or compare, In the void, I'm free from the world's cold stare, I'll seek solace there, where stars shine bright, And unleash the fury, both day and night. For in the void, I find my truest me, Unburdened, unbound, unfettered, and free, A dance of rage, a solitary thrust, In the boundless void, I find my trust.
Tranquil Transition
Created: 23/7/23 @ 17:24
As a man, I cherish moments calm,
A respite from the bustling race, When
entering a place, a healing balm,
To ease the mind, find inner space.
Confronted conversations, swift and bold,
They weigh upon my waking state, To be
informed of tasks I'm told,
Can fuel the fires of inner debate.
Criticism's sting, a bitter blow,
Especially when the day's begun,
Yet in the void, I find a flow,
A chance to breathe, to be undone.
Returning home from toil and strain,
I seek the solace of garage stairs, In the "void," a
realm without refrain,
A sanctuary from worldly cares.
Minutes spent in tranquil though,
A bridge between worlds, a sacred rite,
From work's domain to peace I'm brought,
As the sun surrenders to the night.
In this transition, I find release,
The gentle pause before I enter, From noise
to calm, my mind's at peace, The "void" a
buffer, a mental center.
Let this cherished ritual endure,
A sacred space to call my own,
A moment's grace to feel secure,
Before life's currents are full-blown.
Mirrored Deception
23/7/25
In the realm of manipulation's artful guise, Resides a tactic where deceit does arise. The Mirror Effect, a cunning masquerade, A manipulator's game so skillfully played. They study you closely, observe with keen eye, To mimic your manner, to imitate your why. Reflections they become, your traits they acquire, Crafting a mirrored image, stoking desire. With practiced precision, they mirror your grace, Adapting their gestures, your essence they embrace. Their words echo yours, your beliefs they align, Creating an illusion, a connection so fine. But behind the facade, there lies a disguise, A web of deceit, spun with calculated lies. They seek to control, to mold your will, Using your own reflection, their purpose to fulfill. Beware the mirrored tricks, the artful deceit, For beneath their reflection, motives may retreat. Hold on to your truth, your individuality, Don't let their mirrored web ensnare your reality. In the face of the mirror, stay vigilant and strong, Know your own worth, where you truly belong. Break free from their grasp, reclaim your own voice, And shatter the illusion, make your own choice. For the Mirror Effect may try to misguide, But authenticity and self-awareness will be your guide. Stay true to yourself, let your light shine bright, And escape the clutches of their mirrored night.
Deceptive Embrace: Unmasking Love Bombing
23/7/20
In a realm of deceit, where shadows dance, There lies a tactic, a cruel romance. Love bombing, it's called, a manipulative art, A toxic allure, a deceitful sweetheart. With honeyed words and gestures grand, They sweep you up in their cunning plan. Like a whirlwind of affection, they draw you near, But beware, my friend, for danger lurks here. They shower you with praise, a captivating spell, Their affection overwhelms, like a sweet-scented swell. They whisper promises, make you feel adored, But beneath the surface, a trap is carefully stored. Love bombing, a facade, a twisted embrace, Designed to bind you in a tight, suffocating space. Their affections, like petals, wilt and fade, Leaving you broken, vulnerable, betrayed. Their love is a weapon, a manipulative game, To control your thoughts, your actions, your name. They prey on your vulnerabilities, exploit your desire, Leaving you lost, consumed by the fire. But listen, dear heart, do not be swayed, For love should be gentle, not a game to be played. Recognize the signs, the false promises they bring, And break free from the chains of their insidious string Hold onto your worth, your strength, and your voice, Don't let their love bombing drown out your choice. In the face of their tactics, stand tall and strong, For true love is patient, it would never steer you wrong. So, shield your heart, be cautious, be wise, Don't let love bombing cloud your clear skies. Find love that's authentic, built on trust and respect, And let manipulative tactics be forever in retrospect.
Art vs Expectations
In a world where dreams were cast aside, My artistic fire began to hide. The people around me, their doubts grew strong, "Study harder, child, don't you want to belong?" Ambitions suppressed, I followed their lead, Achieving straight A's, fulfilling their creed. But empty was my heart, devoid of delight, For I craved the canvas, the colors so bright. High school arrived, my facade crumbled fast, Grades slipped away, like grains in an hourglass. Yet within the chaos, a spark reappeared, 1 picked up my pencil, my passion revered. Years lost, creativity held in chains, But I embraced art, despite the pains. And amidst the struggle, a glimmer of hope, For my mother's support, like a lifeline, she'd rope. Yet weary I grew, tired of pretense, Of family's false pride, their shallow defense. Demanding my work, their voices would persist, But their words felt hollow, a mocking twist. So now I break free, from their expectations, Seeking my path, defying frustrations. For art is my essence, my soul's sweet release, Not measured by praise or societal peace. I'll paint with resilience, my spirit aflame, With strokes of passion, I'II etch my own name. No longer bound by their doubtful embrace, I'll forge my own destiny, in colors I trace. For true fulfillment lies in following my heart, In art's vast canvas, I'll find my true art. No more seeking validation or lies to appease, I’ll paint my own masterpiece, my soul's masterpiece.
Birth, Purpose, Destiny
23/6/29
In a regal chamber, King Xouthoe did say,
To his beloved children, in a tender display,
“The days of your birth, dear ones, hold great worth,
And the day you uncover your purpose on Earth.”
With wisdom profound, his voice gentle and clear,
He wove a tale of purpose, for all hearts to hear,
Like the rising sun’s glow on a canvas of gold,
His words danced in verses, captivating and bold.
“The moment you entered this world, my dear child,
A miracle unfolded, your spirit unbeguiled,
Your presence bestowed a gift, pure and divine,
A spark in this tapestry of life, ever so fine.
Yet more than the day you drew your first breath,
Lies a quest, a journey that brings forth your depth,
The day you discover your calling, your raison d’être,
A purpose unveiled, a destiny fair and square.
For life, my precious ones, is a mysterious rhyme,
A tapestry woven through the corridors of time,
And as you seek, explore, and embrace your quest,
The tapestry’s colors will harmonize at its best.
Listen closely to your heart, its whispering plea,
A melody of dreams, longing to be set free,
For within each soul, a unique purpose awaits,
A purpose that kindles love, the world elevates.
The days you were born, my children, hold great might,
But the day you find your why, illuminates the night,
Embrace your passions, let them guide your way.
For purpose, my darlings, ignites life’s grand ballet.”
And so, in the presence of a wise and caring king,
His children were inspired, their souls taking wing,
Fort they understood, with hearts wide open and clear,
That their purpose awaited, shining ever so near.
The most important days, a truth deeply ingrained,
In the hearts of his children, a legacy sustained,
King Xouthoe’s words, a beacon in their skies,
As they embarked on their journeys, with purpose as their prize.
Delusions
A kid in his room sitting down in front of his mirror alone in his room tower placed in a deep forest. No contact from another human but a whisper from an otherworldly being whispers in his ear “You don’t feel yourself. Is it because you’re pretending to be someone else?”. The creature has always been there but the kid chose to ignore it until today when he finally broke.
In a room, a child sits alone,
Before the mirror, a reflection unknown.
A tower in the depths of a forest so deep,
Isolation blankets, their secrets to keep.
No human contact, a soul disconnected,
Yet a whisper arrives, from realms undetected.
An otherworldly being, always by their side,
Now beckoning, no longer denied.
“You don’t feel yourself,” the whisper cries,
“Is it because you wear a mask of lies?”
For too long, the child ignored this presence,
But today, their facade crumbles in essence.
A creature unseen, always watching with care,
Now embraced by the child’s desperate despair.
The walls built tall, now come crashing down,
As authenticity rises from a hidden crown.
The child’s tears, like rivers, start to flow,
Revealing emotions long kept in shadow.
No longer pretending, the truth takes its hold,
A journey within, a story yet untold.