#eternalwords
"In the end of days, elderly women will see visions,
young men will prophecy."
— You foresaw the storm, the whispers in the wind,
writing warnings in fire, in ink, in truth.
"Man should not fear death,
Fear ability to live."
— And so, you lived, not as a shadow passing through,
but as a flame, burning bright in defiance.
"They ask for truth, yet love the lie,
So I ask you—why?"
— You dared to expose the quiet part,
to say aloud what the world tried to hush,
to hold a mirror to the blind.
"Man flaunts eye candy,
lavish garnish, trophy wife."
— Yet you saw beyond the glitter,
beyond the painted masks of power,
choosing substance over shine.
"All that glitters is not gold."
— You walked away from illusion,
from being someone’s prize,
choosing freedom over chains,
knowing your worth beyond the price of a ring.
"Separate church, state,
People’s civil liberties—
Love, love, freed from tyranny."
— Your words rise against silence,
a voice against the tide,
a poet with conviction,
unwilling to let history be rewritten in dust.
And so, I thank you,
for your fire, your truth,
your defiance, your ink.
Your words are not just written—
they are etched into time,
screamed into existence,
refused to be erased.
The road to the middle is paved with good intentions—
but you never walked to the middle,
you walked beyond.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 4:00 AM UTC
they will tell you to stop
to leave the ruins as they are
but you know better—
you gather the stones
turn them into verses
turn them into shelter
roses can grow even in ash
and sweetness can return
to bitter days
every scar you carry
is not an ending
it is an opening
a seed pushing
toward the sun
legends are born this way
not in perfection
but in persistence
so drink—
from the fountain that flows
for every thirsting soul
and leave it running
for those still coming
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC