Life’s about choices,
each a whisper in the wind,
a shadow stretching longer than the day.
Paths diverge under our feet,
some lined with roses,
others hidden in thorns.
We stumble, we rise,
sometimes guided by courage,
sometimes by fear.
Every step writes a story
on the parchment of our hearts,
and the echoes of yesterday
shape the music of tomorrow.
No map can show it all,
no compass points the way
only the brave dance with uncertainty,
trusting that even a misstep
can lead to wisdom,
and every choice
is a brushstroke
on the canvas of life.
Fairy tales
dwell in fantasy,
But reality
stands before me.
Is this a dream
or waking truth?
Should I sleep
forever—
Or live with
eyes wide open?
The choice
is yours—
So choose
wisely!
Everyone has their ups and downs
sometimes you win sometimes you lose
come to a crossroads there's no knowing
which is the best path to choose
funny how the way to work gets longer every day
while the road to you is shorter by a mile
it don't make me late it's not the job I hate
and thoughts of you always always make me smile
but about my boss there's really nothing nice to say
with his workers working hard at not working at all
my co-workers shirkers lurkers each and every one
but then I have you to look forward to
when the daily race is run
and the working day is done
everyone has their ins and outs
some days are good some days are bad
go out on a limb and there's no telling
it may be the best day you ever had
everyone wants a happy ending
and I look forward to our rendezvous
my heart knows which route to go
it only shows the road to you
I wait for you
where the road splits in two,
I'm forced to remain
uncertain which path is mine,
yet certain you will come.
I will open my abyss for you,
not as a prison,
but as a place to rest:
for an afternoon so perfect
it could outlast time.
I know, as every moth must know,
that the flame is its destiny:
even though the light was never made
for moths.
Leveling up on serpentine curves —
Dust-coated and desiccated — crossroads:
Inebriated with floods, one length;
Darkened with fumes of a puking mountain,
The other stretch;
Gale-powdered face of one breath stares at the
Rumbling belly of the fourth.
Here you are.. As am I.' This Intesection of
The internet is where todays (crossroads lie)
On the highway of the internet.' Here I call out
And cry..' Save your soul turn to Jesus He gave
All for you don't pass by.' Call Him into your being, His will is
That not all shall die.'
When missiles fly
The Mullahs lie
They bide their time
To turn the tide
Their constant bluster
Now short of luster
For why we ask
No God sent task
To build a bomb
With feigned aplomb
Their word to spread
Among the dead
They have their place
To find God's grace
Not trample lives
Like stinging hives
Fear and temerity
No road to prosperity
But that's what they seek
Control of the meek
A proud nation with tales of old
A proud people who once were bold
A history where feats abound
A long lost empire to astound
Time for Iranians to now earn
That for which they clearly yearn
Freedoms tenuous flickering light
Now in their grasp in line of sight
They say freedom is an experience -
the sensation of looking into the eyes of another,
and feeling the weight of a million life burdens lifted from their shoulders,
or gently coasting along the riverbed of love's tender embrace.
Yet, what use is in love's fruits
without the ability to choose?
Do they even grow at all?
I contend
true liberation is in the choosing
Standing at a dusty crossroads,
The sun brutally beats down
Upon flesh left for dead.
High noon mingles with midnight;
Diminishing reality becomes increasingly threadbare.
Brittle tumbleweeds drift tragically away.
Beady-eyed vultures swoop, circling.
Gravity's pull feels increasingly heavy
Against unrelenting waves of sorrow—
Karma's come to collect its dues.
Squinting in due south’s direction,
A dilapidated shack instantaneously appears.
An invisible pull propels me;
Fate’s hand opens the door.
Forward I march toward uncertainty.
Cross-eyed crossroads had a secret to keep
the crux of it was amazingly deep
Kind of confidence that makes you weep
Isn’t it lucky that cross-eyed crossroads can’t speak?
I stand, where paths diverge,
With merry Andrew, years’ faithful surge.
The Creator’s hand, a craftsman’s embrace,
Yet dreamscapes falter, bound by time’s
Trace.
At tri-junction, like a gazelle carved in grace,
Amid ancient trees, a sanctified space,
Rooted, seeking signs yet unseen,
The road ahead-a riddle,
Serene.
Branches murmur, leaves weave lore,
Tales of renewal, of hearts once torn.
Choices beckon-left’s holds the known, paths,
Right reveals a frontier, where wild seeds
Are sown
Across the wires, a spark ignites,
Words dance and weave, through digital nights.
We laugh, we share, a bond takes hold,
But where it leads, a story untold.
I see your wit, your passions shine,
A connection forming, a curious sign.
But before we delve, in deeper streams,
Let's clear the path, set honest beams.
Are these words a bridge, to friendship's shore?
Or whispers hinting, at something more?
No need for pressure, no need to rush,
Just open hearts, a gentle hush.
Tell me your hopes, for this connection's sake,
Is it laughter shared, for friendship's sake?
Or does a flicker, of something else reside?
Honesty's compass, a path to guide.
With open minds, our course we'll set,
Respecting boundaries, without regret.
This virtual space, a world to explore,
Together we'll navigate, to what lies in store.
Will she ever come back to you?
You could wait around and see,
But it hurts to hold on to
Something that may never be.
Letting go is more painful to do.
Wondering if your heart's kept from love
And for so long being with her
Is the one thing you've dreamed of.
At this crossroads that you stand
Pondering which path is the right way
And which one leads you to
Being the happiest someday.
Either path you choose to take
Will feel it's taking too long
And each path that you take
Will make your choice feel wrong.
You must truly know what it is
You want in your heart and mind
Once you know that either path
Leads to what you want to find.
Beneath the heavens, split and torn,
A path of choice where lives are worn.
One road glows with light and grace,
The other fades to a shadowed place.
The wise one stands with arms outstretched,
A voice of truth, in kindness etched.
"Choose the way of fear divine,
Reject the folly that dims your shine."
Yet many scorn the gentle call,
To tread the path where shadows fall.
They spurn reproof, their hearts turned cold,
Seeking counsel from the blind and bold.
The wayward steps, so bold and free,
Lead to chains they cannot see.
And fools who rest in empty cheer,
Will find destruction drawing near.
But those who bow to wisdom's hand,
Will walk the way to a promised land.
A life of peace, both pure and true,
Awaits the hearts that wisdom woo.
So pause, dear soul, at the crossroads bare,
And heed the call of wisdom's care.
For every choice will bear its weight,
And guide you to your destined fate.
Here I stand
Amidst the Crossroads of Life
Abandoned, Worldly Pleasures behind me, Forsaken Crimson Wasteland
Here I Am
Pouring Libations to the Oracle of Truth
Selfish Desires Beyond Me, Rites of the Sacrificial Lamb
Messenger of the Crossroads, I Prostrate Before Thee
Time as a ever Rolling Stream, A Speckled Phantasmagoria
I look forward as my Faith is Sealed, The Shaman's Stone Revealed My Destiny
On my Right
Kindred Patriarchs Hold my Hand
Designate Strength to Avoid Dismay for Eternity
Fortify Me With Sturdy Ideals, May I Stand Upright
On my Left
Nurturing Matriarchs, Soothed, Comforted and Healed
Suckled And Secured, I Yield, Restored am I, Divine Spirit of Purity
Here I Stand Before the Thinning Veil, Maiden of Unbounded Weft.
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