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The Eternal Hitchhiker

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A cosmic fable of kindness, exhaustion, and the price of wandering.

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People call him the eternal hitchhiker;

he hitchhikes rides on the shooting stars

Hoping to reach some peaceful planet,

away from the chaos and the raging wars

But each time he hitches a ride,

he pays a certain heavy price

He pays it with a piece of his heart,

each time, sadly, an odd roll of the dice

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People call him the eternal hitchhiker;

he hitchhikes rides on the shooting stars

Hoping to find light, joy, and happiness,

within the darkness that kills and scars

But each time he hitches a ride,

he realizes what has always been clear

He can give happiness - anytime to anyone,

but to be unhappy forever is his only fear

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People call him the eternal hitchhiker;

he hitchhikes rides on the shooting stars

Hoping to finally rest and laugh aloud,

amongst the butterflies and a million flowers

But each time he hitches a ride,

his dreams are burnt and turn into cinders

It’s time to stop hitching rides forever;

it’s time to finally sleep in the eternal winters

The Last Song

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When the last song is sung, nothing is denied—not love, not guilt, not longing.

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Come let us sit by this brightly burning fire;

let us forget all and everything, the good and the dire

Let the high flames defrost our frozen souls,

all the cold voids within and all the black holes

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Come let us search for and grab our broken violins;

let us sing songs, and remember and repent our sins

Let the warmth of our company mend our broken hearts,

all the joys and regrets - together and in parts

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Come let us lament, the fading memory of old love;

let us caress our nostalgia - the delicate, grey dove

Let the stories we tell mark our long and sad past,

let them cherish our tears, which dried up so fast

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Come let us remember innocence, which was lost forever;

let us applaud corruption, the seduction was so very clever

Let us rethink all our deeds, so lofty and so dark,

let us not pass a harsh judgment, with a red mark

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Come let us sit by this brightly burning fire;

let us blow it anew, the flames loftier and higher

Let us say farewell to everything, ambition, and desire;

warmly welcoming the end, the savior, and the pyre

Our Heaven is Here, Our Hell is Here

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What if heaven and hell aren’t places you go after death, but consequences you create with every action?

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For those who look up to the skies with searching eyes,

look all around us, our heaven is here, our hell is here

They are all liars, the holy ones with their beseeching cries,

they do not seek your salvation; they simply do not care

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When you smile with joy, seeing a lovely piece of art,

the beautiful flowers of heaven, you can indeed smell

When jealousy scars your soul and burns your pure heart,

you can feel the searing heat of the flames of your hell

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When you taste your lover’s kiss and her warm embrace,

the cool breeze of heaven surrounds your whole being

When betrayal murders your ego and brings you disgrace,

the fires of hell consume you without you ever seeing

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When you choose to be kind without any expectation,

the rain clouds from heaven drench you with humility

When you are selfish and within reach of damnation,

the serpent of guilt suffocates you with sheer hostility

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When you hold a tired hand much in need of your help,

your heart becomes heaven, filled with His affection

When you hit a dog without any care for his yelp,

the poisonous scorpion of Karma makes its own selection

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There may come an end, there may be a judgment day,

you may be judged by Him; He may be kind or merciful

But when you make a choice, you always have to pay,

you may create an ugly hell or a heaven so beautiful

The Door that Opens with Patience

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Introduction

A profound allegorical poem exploring the transformative power of patience through the metaphor of a mystical, unreachable door adorned with precious gems and ancient symbols. This inspirational verse contrasts the failures of those who approach life’s greatest challenges with force, courage, or status against the quiet triumph of one who possesses patience as their only weapon.

There once was a door, beautiful and old,

of mahogany, silver, glittering gems, and gold

Out of reach forever, for both,

the most courageous and the very bold

Carved delicately, with all the symbols so mystic,

spinning and telling tales, both lively and tragic

Within that door, throbbed a warm heart,

but cold to touch, it was just magic

So many approached this formidable door,

the king and the beggar, the priest and the whore

So many returned from the cruel threshold,

walking on trembling feet, crawling on the floor

They came back with heavy hearts and sad eyes,

broken egos, burdened souls, and anguished cries

Lost forever within their dark regret,

they came back without gains, without a prize

Then came the one, a true soul and heart,

he was no warrior, patience, his only art

He was the one who dared to knock,

the door finally opened, not fully but in part  

For finding the door, he feels so proud,

and knocking on it, he smiled and bowed

So lucky that the door chose to open,

but the quest remains, he secretly avowed

He may be called in or he may be told to wait,

either way for him, it would be great

He has the requisite patience; he has what it takes,

accepted or rejected, it will be him and his fate

Beyond the Edge of Storm

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Introduction

A powerful metaphorical poem that maps the spiritual journey from isolation and struggle toward enlightenment and self-understanding. Through vivid imagery of storms, hidden doors, and eternal knowledge, this inspirational verse explores the transformative path beyond life’s difficulties. The poem presents a progressive journey through four stages: confronting loneliness, facing life’s storms, seeking hidden wisdom, and ultimately finding pure understanding and self-realization.

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In the present, in this very instance;

a white shell of sad and lonely existence

Within this very shell, your soul is alive;

sticking to life with strength and persistence

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Beyond your hearing, beyond your sight;

there is a storm waiting – it’s flashes so bright

Within that storm, a quest is hidden;

a journey demanding true strength and might

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Beyond that storm, beyond its great shadow;

there is a silent door in the high wall of woe

Behind that door, there is eternal knowledge;

a moth worshipping fire, dancing to and fro

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Beyond that knowledge, beyond its very lure;

lies the true understanding, white and pure

Within that understanding, within its warm glow;

you will find yourself, it’s wisdom for sure