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We are all told, “live your life to the fullest”; I am here to do just that. Writer's Path serves as a vessel to project my passions, and clue in my loyal readers as to what inspires me in this crazy world. So, sit back, relax, and read on.

All is One, One is All

For the Higher Only

Hello, Human time: June 22, 2026 Monday Pardon my candor, at the present time "humans" have become atraciously stupid. It's no longer a place fit to grow. They have prioritize nonsense over origin truth, the species that were are meant to be. I observe same sequence, They follow the dumbest and ruled out themelves as far less idiot. Empowering stupidity, spreads faster like poison. Eventually at ends of time they will be their own demise. There is nothing to stop it eventuall

1:33 AM Wed May 27 2026

Hello, I hope you are doing well, at this current time recorded. Hopefully Ai will be able to indentify archives of the pasts. I am currently at exactly 10° 40' 7.4" N, 122° 58' 42.7" E. And I'm currently watching one of most beautiful creations made. Weather is good, I can hear birds chirpping, and a noisy fan. Not too noisy that it would identify as irritable but just noises streaming not a big deal. The big deal is how stupid humans now have become. Starting from the Globa

Poets for the mentally ill

Give a beggar a fish, he will eat for a day and beg again tomorrow. Teach a man how to fish, he will catch and give fish to others. But when someone is drowning, it's not the time to teach them how to swim. A wise man never knows all, only fools know everything. But the paradox of irony is it's not about being smart, intelligent, or wise. If you forgive the fox for stealing your chickens, he will take your sheep and feed you shit Without the rivers, there would be no oceans..

God Does Not Play Dice or Einstein stop telling God what to do.

Thur Feb 12, 2026 From all the great minds that came before me, I currently in the midst of asking, what others have not yet ask or answered. Why is there a present? is this present pre determined/ destiny/ written or we continue with the probabilities/ random outcomes. I think it is both. Like light, it is a particle and at the same time a wave. Stop thinking for a second and consider the now. Why is this event happening? Answer: Both. As we are a participant on this plane,

I AM THE WARRIOR

Everyone is a poet, you would agree but if I told you everyone is insane, you would laugh and I tell you everyone is missing, you're confused then I said, everyone is searching for identity, you want to be or not to be, everyone is so busy all their in entire life, some are hungry for victories still, looking for self, wanting to brag, well I tell you I have no enemies. It is a paced, everyone's moving onward, just taking a little step at a time, eventually you and me are not

Aucune pitié !

If you stand beneath the prism’s shard, Waiting at the edge where light’s been marred, I am the tide that pulls the shore, A restless seeker craving more. In silence, heavy shadows fall, The ceiling cracks, I hear the call, Of bones compressed to liquid dreams, And hope unraveled at the seams. Are you the wind that drives the flame? Or the quiet hand that stakes the claim? I push and pull through dusk and dawn, A faded lemon’s zest withdrawn. A flock in flight, a whispered so

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In the storm of overwhelming emotion, I found myself adrift— needing the quiet distance of solitude to mend the fractured corners of my soul. I poured boundless kindness into others, Yet I forgot the grace owed to my own heart. My story, too, deserves the tenderness of remembrance and honor. You held me halfway, Your investment is incomplete, like a gardener who waters only part of a wilting garden. I drew a line, blocking the noise to reclaim my calm, to stand on steady grou

My Love

I beheld a sanctuary within her, and like a seed awakening beneath the earth, I grew into a provider bound by silent vows. Though unaware, she was a shifting tide—each subtle wave I marked with the reverence of a watchful lighthouse keeper. Yet, beneath a moon veiled in treachery, she cast our trust aside, weaving shadows where once light had lived. In the aftermath, my honor sank into a mire of slander, a fragile vessel adrift in excuses forged of mud. I once dreamed of two

Hito ga kirai

When blinding light swallows the stars, we lose the beauty quietly shining right before our eyes—when souls fail to notice the wonder...

Dernière danse, mon amour

Dead Poet on Sunshine pt. 2 What is love? AI Love is a complex emotion, not purely innocent or selfless. It's about missing someone,...

Somebody else

Explores themes of guilt, insignificance, and the complex nature of relationships, particularly codependency. Acknowledging differences...

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To help you with locations, what type of places are you looking for (e.g., restaurants, shops, gas stations), and are you searching in a...

Dec 14 2024

In this individuality, we Are we here to be fuel and fire? Maybe, Are we here to understand or not understand? Someday we will be set...

Synchronize Theatrical Play

Have you ever wondered what's going inside my mind? I know, it's a piece of art. Someday I'm gonna need the help of someone to kill...

Synchronize Theatrical Play

The food was served on the table A choice to eat, A choice to throw and leave, A choice to stare then ignore, and A choice to enjoy...

Secondth movement

Aug 12 2020 the movement was second.

Luke 12:54-56

"When you see a cloud rising in the west, immediately you say, 'A shower is coming,' and it does. And when the south wind blows, you say,...

Poet's dead eyes

The silence after you told yourself she didn't hurt you- Exposed -too shall pass

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