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Oddities

Often, oddities do prevail;  
Certainties dim, making life pale.  
As good as beauty, flits like a breeze,  
While oddities come with unassuming ease.  
What finery the world has craved,  
In ages past, as time has waved.  

And to speak of oddities, we find:  
The slime, the ooze, the unsightly kind.  
The ugly, the charred, the jagged and torn,  
The mangled, the putrid, and all things worn.  
The repugnant, unwanted, the frail we see—  
All undesirables: disease, hunger, and glee.  
There's always a flaw, it seems to be true,  
Yet beauty's in flaws, as we all pursue.  

Yet we love to witness where oddities fail,  
Conspiring to shatter our cherished old tales.  
Whether luck or a miracle shows up to play,  
It all depends on the thoughts of the day.  

We've never cared less, yet they still abound,  
Like mosquitoes that buzz, they’re always around.  
No matter the wisdom, nor plans we devise,  
Oddities linger, like shadows that rise.  

What starts out sweet often ends up in strife,  
And what begins bitter may blossom in life.  
Oh, the wisdom perhaps in embracing our fate,  
In the dalliance with oddities, we learn to mitigate.

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Gather up stones

O youth of my land, gather up stones,  
Not for the mob, nor for bloodied thrones.  
But to build a revolt, one fierce and true,  
For the chains of complacency tighten on you.  

You scroll through life with the fastest finger,  
A protest born in banter, yet never lingers.  
Vitriolic words spill, sharp as knives,  
But no steering strive to alter our lives.  

Responsibility fades, drowned in jest,  
A hypocrite's hymn sung at oppression's behest.  
Quick wealth tempts with its hollow gleam,  
Shattering the right to a collective dream.  

Responsive hearts now grow cold and numb,  
While the cries of the fallen beat like a drum.  
What reaction stirs, if not to suppress,  
The spirit of change in our shared distress?  

O youth, awaken! The time is dire,  
Fan the embers, ignite the fire.  
Not mobs of chaos, but minds that fight,  
With wisdom’s torch, reclaim the right.  

Revolt is not rage, but courage refined,  
A call to rebuild, not to undermine.  
So gather up stones, not to destroy,  
But to shape a future devoid of ploy.  

No more banter, no more jest,  
The weight of change lies on your chest.  
Steer the strive, let action take wing,  
And to your own anthem, let freedom sing.

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Drying Line

This line, stretched high and proud,  
No rags to hinder, no need for a shroud—  
Let’s shake off the past, let sunlight shine.  

So vibrant, where colors play,  
With dreams that flutter, they dry and sway. 
Though fleeting, these moments are divine.  

Speak of warmth, not despair,  
Let kindness hang in the open air. 
Through the breeze, our hopes take flight,  

With every whisper, let spirits rise,  
In the dance of day, truth never dies.  
For joy and peace are our lifeline.  

So gather ‘round, let laughter start,  
In this tapestry, we each play a part.  
Together, we craft a design,  

A world where hope intertwines,  
Where every soul can redefine,  
A future bold, where we align.

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Nominal Universe

Birth is a common denominator,
Where the journey begins anew,  
In the cradle of dreams and laughter,  
Life's canvas awaits you.  

Age humbles the most valiant,
With each wrinkle, wisdom grows,  
The fierce warrior of youth,  
Now dances in softer prose.  

Work is demanding of our essence, 
A grind that shapes the days,  
In the hustle of ambition,  
We find our varied ways.  

Marriage, a tapestry woven tight,
Threads of joy, sorrow, and care,  
Two souls entwined in the dance of life,  
In moments both rich and rare.  

Death, the silent whisper,  
The end of a story told,  
Yet in the heart’s quiet chambers,  
Lives the legacy bold.  

In this nominal universe, 
We rise, we stumble, we learn,  
Each chapter a fleeting moment,  
In the cycle of life’s eternal turn

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I RAN

I ran not out of fear’s tight grip,  
I ran not for the thrill of the chase’s whip.  
I ran not from a deep compulsion,  
Nor to escape a shadowed convulsion.  

I ran not because others took flight,  
I ran not for dreams that ignite the night.  
I ran not for the burdens of the past,  
Nor for a mission that called me steadfast.  

I ran not for a dazzling, bright scheme,  
I ran not from a moralistic dream.  
I ran not from need, nor for desire,  
I ran not for victory, nor to aspire.  

I ran not in hopes of claiming the crown,  
Not for glory or to draw a crowd down.  
I ran not to dazzle, nor to impress,  
I ran not for life—just to express,  
I ran simply because I could, no less.

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Footprints

Be one with the earth  
For she understands all.  
All beings are transient; breathe - 
Whether you walk or crawl.

In whispers of wind, the stories unfold,  
Each step leaves a trace, in soft grains of gold.  
Through shadows of ages, our journeys entwine,  
In the dance of existence, our footprints align.  

The tides of the moment, they ebb and they flow,  
Yet the paths that we wander, forever will glow.  
In the silence of twilight, where memories blend,  
Each mark tells a tale, of beginnings and end.  

So walk with intention, with heart open wide,  
In the impressions woven, let love be your guide.  
For though we are fleeting, like dew on the dawn,  
In the footprints we leave, our spirits live on.

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Symphony of whispers

In a world of noise where the distractions reign,  
Amidst the proliferation of mobile phones,  
You find your haven, a refuge from the din,  
In the depths of quiet, where your spirit roams.  

While parties surge like waves upon the shore,  
And social media dances, a fickle flame,  
Your heart, it whispers tales of days of yore,  
In the sweet embrace of nostalgia, you remain.  

Oh, gentle soul, how you cherish the calm,  
As laughter fades into the twilight's grace,  
In solitude, you weave a soothing balm,  
A tapestry of thoughts, a sacred space.  

For in the silence, your thoughts take flight,  
In the stillness, you find your truest self,  
A world of wonders hidden from the light,  
Where dreams are nurtured, kept upon the shelf.  

So here's to you, dear introvert, so wise,  
In your quiet haven, the world may not see,  
But within your heart, the universe lies,  
A symphony of whispers, wild and free.

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CHOOSE LIFE

In every sunrise, I embrace the light,  
In faith like rivers, flowing pure and bright.  
In the laughter of family, like petals that bloom,  
In the dance of the real, I cast away gloom.  

The power of choice is a vibrant spark,
For a humble heart shines brighter than the dark.  
In the symphony of life, let like spirits align,  
Choose life, and let your essence brightly shine. 

Embrace the journey, let your soul take flight,
Like a bird on the wind, soaring high and light.  
With each step forward, like waves on the shore,  
Together, we flourish—together, we soar. 

Awash in colors, let dreams ignite,  
For in choosing life, we paint the world bright.  
With every heartbeat, joy comes alive,  
In the wave of existence, together we thrive.

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Hear ye

To be safe is to cozy up with your past,  
Like that old sweater you can’t throw away—a bit frayed, but a blast!

What you see is what you get—  
A masterpiece of chaos, like a cat's hairball at your feet,  
Born from the brilliant art of dodging responsibility,  
And a grand delusion that mistakes are just "creative beats.”  

To love is to pretend you care, oh dear,  
For something outside yourself—like that plant you forgot to water, I fear.  
Yes, most religions have turned this into a thriving market,  
Selling “selflessness” like it's the latest fashion—what a racket!

Stained with the colors of thought and wishful dreams,  
Dulled by contemplating cultures—you know, the usual schemes.
And if you ponder long enough, who knows?  
The future might just wink at you—but only if it shows!

But man—oh, what man dares to take a peek,  
At his own quirky quirks, his blunders, and, let’s face it, his cheek?  

He is king at heart, ruling with a laugh,  
In this comedy of life, where we all play our part—just look at the staff!

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Lady Aya

Oh fair and fiery beauty,  
In your gaze, the stars align,  
A spirit brave and wise beyond your years,  
You wear your heart, a gem divine.  

In whom calm and grace abound,  
Your laughter dances on the air,  
A gentle strength, a soothing sound,  
Your weakness is no more than love, laid bare.  

If only I were a romantic,  
I'd gladly be a fool in love,  
For your sake, I’d be called Romanus,  
In the heavens, you fit like a dove.  

Graceful, as the dawn's first light,  
Passionate about knowledge, a thirst unquenched,  
Respectful of the world, its plight,  
In your humble wisdom, I am drenched.  

Your smile, both reassuring and taming,  
A beacon through life's winding maze,  
Your presence commands attention, ever framing  
The essence of joy in each passing gaze.  

Few recognize your playful, simple ways,  
Yet beneath the surface, a profound soul lies,  
A mindful spirit that tenderly sways,  
An old soul indeed, wise beyond the skies.  

You see through people, their hidden fears,  
With a gentle heart, you mend the fray,  
Administering our home with strength that endears,  
The poise of twenty wives in your ballet.  

Oh Lady Aya, my love, my muse,  
In your embrace, I find my peace,  
With you, my heart will never refuse,  
In this life, our love shall never cease.