Religion, akin to a potent substance, in its measured doses, can cultivate tranquility, patience, tolerance, and understanding. It can instill a profound sense of inner peace, love, and harmony, resonating within the depths of one's being. Religion, much like a drug, can foster an internal state of well-being, eliciting feelings of jubilation, wonder, and awe that transcend the mundane. It has the power to inspire, motivate, and encourage, making one feel more connected, more integral to the grand mosaic of existence. Yet, when misused or consumed in excess, much like narcotics drugs, it can breed anger, resentment, and narrow-mindedness. It can distort the lens through which we view our fellow beings. When one becomes engulfed by the waves of religion, it can breed hatred, mistrust, and devaluation of their fellow humans. Misuse of religion, akin to substance abuse, can lead to delusional thinking. Sparking a descent into violence and cruelty. Under its
In the caverns of existence, Where shadows dance with fractured light, Nihilism whispers secrets to the wind, And existential dread weaves its strange design. The stars, indifferent and ancient, Gaze upon our fragile souls, Their cosmic eyes devoid of judgment, For they know not of purpose anymore. We wander through the void, Seeking solace in empty spaces, Our hearts echoing the void's refrain: "All is dust, all is fleeting." Existence, a paradoxical gift, Bestowed upon us without consent, Freedom, both blessing and curse, As we grapple with its weight. Choices like fractured mirrors, Reflecting many of paths, Yet each road leads to the same dark abyss, Where meaning crumbles like ancient stones. In the quiet of the darkness, Existential dread unfolds its wings, A raven-black specter perched upon our chests, Its talons digging into our ribs. We question the stars, the gods, ourselves, Yearning for answers that elude our grasp, Yet the void remains silent, Its laughter echoing
In this solitary space, a realm of disarray, I sit, the lone spectator of my own play. The world around me, a symphony of chaos, A cacophony of life, a never-ending crescendo. A rat scurries by, a tiny life amidst the mess, Its tiny ears dancing to the world's silent distress. Feasting on scraps, a reminder of survival, In this moment, it's the only source of revival. Beyond these thinning walls, a disturbed coupler rages wild, A couple's fury unleashed, unrestrained and undefiled. Their voices, sharp as daggers, pierce through the air, A symphony of discord, a sonnet of despair. Their anger, a fire that burns with intense heat, Sending icy tendrils that my soul does defeat. But in this madness, I find a twisted solace, For I am not alone in this urban malice. The chaos, a companion, whispers in my ear, A reminder of humanity, ever so near. For in this absurdity, I find my place, A pawn in the game, yet still part of the race. The couple is screaming from across the hall the sound
Beneath the sun's golden gaze, we stand, Earth's children, rooted in ancient soil. As spring's tender breath awakens the land, A dance of renewal, a sacred coil. This the time of balance between day and night, light and darkness O moon rabbit, keeper of cycles yurning Your soft fur glows in the silver light, as you bound through the sacred grove. Eyes reflecting ancient secrets, bright, Guiding us toward rebirth, hope, and love. Rabbits, nimble and elusive, traverse the earth’s surface with ease. Some say they carry messages from the departed, their ears attuned to secrets whispered by spirits. When the veil between worlds thins, the rabbit’s presence grows stronger. From all eggs, a universe unfolds, A promise cradled in fragile shells, Life's mystery, a tale yet untold, In the alchemy of birth, we dwell. O Egg, vessel of beginnings profound, In your curved embrace, we find our way, From darkness to light, we are unbound, Guided by the equinox's gentle sway. Spring's
Friendly Reminders by illustrationsandme, literature
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Friendly Reminders
There is so many more written within a memory To how far as how the human eye for real can see Maybe memories are reminders from the past They let us know: times flies by sometimes too fast I hold on for a little while by things that make me smile The echoed memory deep inside my fragile heart knows That life goes as how it always goes and all the rainbows That do give me color in my life all these hard days Because of that true love will always in a heart stays No matter how fragile or how broken it often can be I know there is so many more hidden within a memory Because the answers we sometimes not like to see They let me know everything is always meant to be Alive or maybe until Death us torches apart I know there are so many feelings in a human heart They make us real and they make us always care They let us know memories will always be forever there If I change well after a while I will let you know Memories are reminders they make us see to how far we've go Jill
I wonder where we go if we go at night to sleep Is it somewhere there where we can not the Reality keep? Is is somewhere there where the rainbows not flow? Is it a land so far away of what we once used to know? I wonder where we go if we fall by night deep in sleep? I wonder if we then the reality is what we can not keep? I wonder if we go to a place where we reach for the stars? If we dream I wonder if we go to a place without scars? I hope so and I know if we dream that place is not so far Because I once was there I was there riding in a red car Above a sea of clouds and in that land far very far away I hope no I pray for something that is there for me to stay I wonder where we travel to if that land would exist? Maybe just maybe I already can find it in my little fist? With a little bit imagination right on their way I hope or I know the land of dreams is there for me to stay so I pray ... yeah I pray Jill
Silence is the most powerful scream I wake up and follow my dream Finding a warm golden sunbeam If you do not like what you see I love to being myself eventually I shall never stop with growing Cold winter winds will blowing Searching in the always unknown Wait and see my mind will blown Feelings make my heart overflown Sometimes loneliness what I own My heart wants happiness to feel Finding answers that are so real Suddenly my pain start to heal So I make with myself a little deal With silence in my mind for a while Well silence make me always smile Jill
The Friendliest Woman I Know by illustrationsandme, literature
Literature
The Friendliest Woman I Know
Everyday if I go for a walk on the street An old woman I see behind her window pane A friendly smile she always will need Because she is a free dancer in the lonely rain That golden old Soul is looking at my face I never know how it feels how to be it is in her place An unexpected connection between human being If I go for a walk and see her in her I always believing She is so friendly and sweet every time I see her face But she is also looking sad and lonely on her place So I will smile and wave to her and if she is doing it back I know the reflection from the woman never get me lack Because that old woman on her window pane I see Well that is the reflection of who I once will be Jill
Musical Memories by illustrationsandme, literature
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Musical Memories
I wish for my own house on the street With the kind of music what I need Yeah music is for me always the key It make my mind open and always free It make me forget the stupid reality Everything in life is always meant to be I made my own choices believe me I use my own voices just wait and see Music is for me always so real that we Can be a part of my dream always As long the beloved music plays As long happiness inside a heart stays No matter the good or the bad days Memories from people I never forget They make me sometimes very sad When I think with my heart or head For me that is for today enough said Music is where I love to listen too Music is for me always the truest truth Music is for me the golden silvered key Music is the one that believes too in me Jill
In the vast silence of the snow, a lone figure stands defiant, A monument of resilience, not easily vanquished. The winter's savage breath and frost, conspire in a whirlwind, menacing his existence, yet he stands tall, unswerving. The piercing cold, like uncertainties, that lurk and latch, The squalls, like destiny's cruel shifts, that thrust and challenge us. Yet amidst the tempest's ruthless bite, the soul battles to witness another day, For within this icy instant, grim and grave, the human essence blazes with yearning. To outlive the gale, to ascend and not falter, To brave the nature's wrath, to rise and not waver, In a duel with fate’s relentless mire Thus, the silhouette persists, steadfast and valiant, a signal of fortitude, existence's value to defend. Against all adversity, a trail they etch and shape, at the heart of the snowstorm, they stand unyielding, For existence is the squall, and we are the blaze, wavering, indeed, but persisting all the same. And akin to the