THE WIDENING HORIZON

A curious climb, a mental steep ascent, where understanding's light is keenly lent. Yet as the vista broadens to the eye, a boundless dark begins to amplify.

For knowledge is a paradox, a twist, the deeper draught, the greater feels the thirst. Each fact attained, a newly opened door, revealing halls unseen, and many more.

The scholar pores, through volumes late and long, and masters truths that once felt vast and strong. But in that mastery, a whisper sighs, of oceans yet uncharted in the skies of what remains unknown, a shadowed sea, where endless questions beckon to be free. 

So wisdom's peak, though hard and high it seems, but shows the grandeur of our waking dreams, and in that seeing, clear and sharp and bright, the vastness of our own unyielding night.

The more we grasp, the more we comprehend, the endless realms where knowledge has no end.

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CRIMSON CHAINS & WICKED GRACE

My crimson queen, with chains that gleam, a heart of thunder, a wicked dream. Your leather screams, a second skin, where shadows dance and lusts begin.

The stage your altar, bathed in red, your voice, a venom in my head. Each piercing glance, a burning brand, a dark desire I understand.

Your fingers fly, a wicked grace, across the strings, a wild embrace. The bassline throbs, a primal beat, our bodies pulse, a carnal heat.

Beneath the lights, a sweaty sheen, a savage hunger, raw and keen. Your smoky breath upon my face, a promise whispered in this place.

This brutal beauty, sharp and cold, a story in your eyes unfolds. Of shattered saints and fallen skies, reflected in your hungry eyes.

So let the feedback howl and tear, as tangled limbs confess our prayer. My metal mistress, dark and deep, into your wicked arms, I sleep.

420

Rooster Heil

 

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Bill of Rights

1. Freedom of religion, speech, the press, assembly, and to petition the government.

2. The right of the people to keep and bear arms in order to maintain a well-regulated militia.

3. No soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.

4. The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

5. No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offence to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.

6. In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defence.

7. In Suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed twenty dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved, and no fact tried by a jury, shall be otherwise re-examined in any Court of the United States, than according to the rules of the common law.

8. Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted.

9. The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.

10. The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.

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SHADOWED TRUTHS

A shadowed path, where hope departs, no dream remains in weary hearts. Illusions fade, no solace near, self is all, dispelling cheer.

Truth unveiled, a stark display, more than all they seek astray. A phantom lack, a hollow plea, on bodies bound, they cannot flee.

Aimless wander, blind pursuit, of wholeness sought, a barren fruit. Believing lies, their spirits weep, lost in the self, where shadows sleep.

THE QUIET ONE

A surface smooth, where calm resides, a gentle hand, where kindness guides. Avoiding strife, a peaceful plea, yet mark them well, what do they see?

Each glance observed, each subtle shade, no detail lost, no move unmade. They hold their tongue, a conscious keep, for unleashed words can wound so deep.

Tactical restraint, a careful art, emotions banked within the heart. The storm within, though held so tight, will break one day with fearsome might.

The spark that sets the fury free, will face the blaze, inevitably. Mistake not silence for the frail, behind the smile, a hidden gale.

A wellspring deep, you cannot know, the force contained, the seeds they sow. So tread with care, and learn this truth, the calmest souls hold the fiercest youth of feeling, held in patient sway, until the dam gives way one day.

Turning 43

Forty-three spins around the sun, another orbit now complete, begun.

The twenties blur, a hazy, distant shore, the thirties rushed, demanding evermore.

I trace the lines etched lightly near my eyes, each crinkle whispers of forgotten skies, of laughter shared and tears that softly fell, of youthful dreams I knew and knew so well.

The present hums, a different melody, a quieter strength, a calmer clarity. The frantic pace has eased, a steadier beat, the garden grown, the harvest bittersweet.

I look around at what I've built and hold, the stories etched in silver and in gold. The faces loved, the hands that intertwine, a tapestry of moments, truly mine.

But future paths still lie in shadowed mist, uncertain steps on a horizon kissed with questions whispered on the evening breeze, of what will bloom among the aging trees.

Will wisdom deepen, will new joys ignite? Or will the fading of the day bring night? No crystal ball reveals what lies ahead, just present breath and thoughts within my head.

So forty-three arrives, a gentle pause, between what was and what the future draws. I stand here now, with memories as a guide, and step ahead, where new tomorrows hide.

Miranda

 

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THE LINGERING DARK

The shadows lengthen, years a creeping stain, where laughter echoed, now a hollow rain. Fallen leaves, like memories, twist and turn, a bitter harvest, lessons left to burn.

The air is thick with ghosts of whispered names, a chilling silence, fueling phantom flames. They walk beside me, though their forms are gone, their vacant eyes, reflecting the setting sun.

Each passing year, a blade that twists and bites, the phantom touch, in cold and endless nights. The world moves on, oblivious and blind, while fractured echoes linger in my mind.

No gentle solace, no sweet, soothing lie, just empty spaces where their spirits die. And in the darkness, where my soul is torn, I find their absence, freshly, every morn.

Him, Him, Her, She, They

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Goodbye 👋

 

THE LION'S YEAR

A year of roar, a golden blaze, where sun-drenched plains ignite my days. No timid squeak, no shadowed fear, but kingly stride and piercing spear.

Let thunder shake the savanna's floor, let every creature know my power's core. One mighty leap, one savage grace, a legend etched upon this place.

No gentle nibble, no cautious tread, but a crimson feast where fear has fled. A burning mane, a hunter's eye, beneath the vast and endless sky.

Then let the darkness claim its due, my fleeting reign, forever true. For in that year, I lived so vast, a lion's heart, till shadows cast.

GILDED SOLITUDE

A gilded cage, another year, the phantom echoes, none draw near. Champagne's sharp scent, a hollow grace, reflects the lines upon my face.

Silk ribbons bind a frosted cake, each candle's flame, a heart's cold ache. The whispered songs, a phantom choir, ignite a soul's internal fire.

A tapestry of moments past, where joy and laughter could not last. The gilded cards, a cruel facade, concealing where true warmth has flawed.

The crystal glass, a lonely gleam, a silent toast, a broken dream. The velvet drapes, a somber hue, where solitude's dark shadows grew.

A whispered wish, a silent plea, for company, just once, for me. The night descends, a starless void, where birthday's hollow joy's destroyed.