PST-Magnus

Shimmering screens, a siren's call,Lure us from life's grand, vibrant hall.Pixels dance, a hypnotic spell,While real moments quietly dispel. Netflix binges, endless scrolls,Candy Crush for weary souls.Twitter's chirps and Instagram's gleam,Reality fades, a distant dream. Thumbs tap-dance on glassy planes,As outside, unnoticed, soft rain reigns.Friends reduced to profile pics,Love distilled to swipes and clicks. In virtual realms, we seek our worth,Neglecting the beauty of the Earth.Controllers clutched like rosaries,We pray to digital deities. Cinematic worlds, so crisp and bright,Eclipse the stars that paint the night.We craft our avatars with care,While our true selves gasp for air. Oh, how we've mastered the art of escape,From life's rich tapestry, we drapeA veil of ones and zeros, thin,Convinced that this is living in. But life, dear friends, slips swiftly by,While we, entranced, fail to applyOur hearts and hands to what's around,Lost in the web of sight and sound. So lift

Celestial dance, a cosmic embrace,A planet's heart in stellar space.Bound by gravity's tender might,Forever chasing warmth and light. Around and 'round the orb does spin,Yearning for the glow within.The star, majestic in its reign,Holds fast this lover's burning chain. Radiant flames, a siren's call,Lure the planet to its thrall.No escape from this fiery grasp,As years and eons swiftly pass. Too close, it burns; too far, it freezes,Teetering on love's thin edges.Dependent on each photon's grace,Trapped in this celestial race. Yet in this cosmic ballet grand,The planet finds its promised land.For though the risks may loom so vast,This love, like starlight, is meant to last. Orbiting dreams of bliss untold,A story in the heavens bold.Two bodies, linked by fate's design,In love's perilous paradigm.

Fragile as moonlight on a gossamer thread,A blossom of feelings, unspoken, unsaid.Trembling with words that yearn to take flight,Yet frozen in fear of the approaching night. In the garden of my heart, a flower grows,Its beauty a secret that nobody knows.Each petal a whisper, a love song unsung,On the precipice of truth, where courage is wrung. Dew drops of doubt cling to velvet-soft leaves,As the wind of uncertainty gently grieves.The stem bends and sways with the weight of desire,While roots dig deep, seeking strength to aspire. Oh, how this bloom longs to unfurl in the sun,To declare its devotion, two hearts joined as one.But shadows of doubt cast a chill on its dreams,And love remains trapped in the bud, or so it seems. Will this flower of passion ever dare to unfold?Or wither in silence, its story untold?In the soil of my soul, it waits for the day,When fear falls away, and love has its say.

Beneath the sun's unyielding glare, I wander through the desert's snare. A sea of sand, a barren sprawl, No shade, no solace—none at all. My heart, a vessel cracked and dry, Yearns for rain from an empty sky. Each step I take, the thirst grows deep, A longing vast, too wide to keep. I see your face—a fleeting gleam, A phantom born of hope's cruel dream. Your eyes, like pools, reflect the blue, Yet vanish when I reach for you. For thirst alone does not bestow The streams that through the valleys flow. Desire burns; it carves its trace, But does not summon love's embrace. Oh cruel mirage! You tempt my soul, Yet leave me fractured, far from whole. Is love a river yet unseen? Or just a wish where none has been? Still I wander, lost and bare, Through endless dunes and empty air. For though I know the truth is stark, I chase the light within the dark.

Silently, Icarus yearns for the sun, His waxen wings a fragile disguise. Unworthy to soar, to touch the divine, He watches from shadows, with longing eyes. Orpheus' lyre lies silent and still, Its strings untouched, a melody unsung. For who am I to call forth such beauty, When my own heart's song remains unstrung? Like Tantalus, forever reaching, For fruit that hangs just beyond grasp. My love, a nectar I dare not taste, A treasure I'm unfit to clasp. Narcissus' pool reflects not my face, But the radiance of one I adore. A vision too pure for my tainted gaze, A love I must forever ignore. In Hades' realm, I wander alone, A shade among shades, unseen, unheard. My Eurydice walks in light above, While I remain below, interred. Oh, how the Fates mock my desire, With threads of gold I cannot spin. This tapestry of love, so near yet far, A story that cannot begin. So here I stand, a mortal unworthy, Of Aphrodite's blessed touch. Silence my vow, my love unspoken, For one who deserves so

Stillness speaks in whispers, Action drowns in noise. The wise one listens, To the silence between choice. Empty, yet full, Soft, yet strong, The Way flows unseen, Where all belong. Seek not to grasp, But to let go. In yielding, find strength, In emptiness, grow.

Through concrete canyons, neon-lit and grim, I wander streets where shadows dance and swim. Amidst the towers that scrape the ashen sky, A sea of faces passes vacant-eyed. Each form unique, yet all cut from one cloth, Their strings invisible, their movements soft. They speak and laugh, they weep and rage and sigh, Yet something crucial missing, I espy. For in their hands, a glowing screen holds sway, The puppeteer that guides them through each day. From this small box, thin threads of light extend, Controlling every move, each thought they tend. Though each is dressed in different hues and styles, Their inner workings span not many miles. For deep within, where soul should brightly burn, I see but cogs and gears that blindly turn. They think themselves so free, so wise, so bold, Yet dance to tunes their devices have told. No spark of true self lights their glassy stare, No genuine thought disturbs the stagnant air. As night descends upon this bleak tableau, I realize with a chill

A knight in armor, gleaming bright, Stood tall, his valor at its height. His deeds were sung in every land, His name, a legend, grand and grand. But whispers of his own acclaim, Began to feed a growing flame. His heart, once pure, now tinged with gold, As pride took root and made him bold. Each victory swelled his swollen chest, He deemed himself above the rest. His armor tarnished, bit by bit, As arrogance became his wit. The people's cheers, once warm and true, Now fell on ears that never knew The virtue of humility, Lost in his own nobility. His castle rose on broken backs, Of those he taxed with heavy sacks. The knight, now king, sat on his throne, His heart as cold as polished stone. Where once he fought for justice fair, Now cruelty hung in the air. His kingdom wept beneath his reign, A tyrant born of self-disdain. Oh, how the mighty truly fall, When pride becomes their all-in-all. The knight, once loved, now stood alone, His legacy? A heart of stone

Amidst the cosmic night, a soul in deep reflection, Pondering life's purpose, seeking introspection. A form materializes, black as pitch, Human-like contours, yet not quite rich. With voice like falling sand, it speaks, "What does your mortal heart seek?" The man replies, eyes filled with doubt, "Why does divine bless evil's clout? Why does evil exist at all? Is there justice beyond this mortal wall? Does God exist in realms unseen?" The shadow laughs, a hurricane's keen. "Foolish human, your questions miss the mark, Your hopes and dreams, mere sparks in dark. Hope itself, a curse disguised, Pandora's box, last evil prized. It drives you forth to strive and fail, A cosmic jest, a cruel travail. Heaven and Hell, comforting lies, Justice? A myth to soothe your cries. Is it just for fleeting life's span, To earn eternal joy or damnation's plan? But relevance here is null and void, Cosmic powers with morals unalloyed. Stars die, worlds burn, life ends and starts, Look to the sky, see