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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Misiko

Misiko, with eyes that question skies so vast,
Whispers to himself, a query firmly cast.
"How does one discern, with certainty's keen sting,
The whispered truth from falsehood's silver ring?"

He sees the world where shadows softly creep,
Where words like smoke can twist and secrets keep.
He hears the tales, where tongues both soothe and sting,
And wonders how to find the truth they bring.

Perhaps in silence, where the heart can speak,
Where intuition's whispers guide the weak.
Perhaps in actions, where intentions show,
The seeds of truth, in deeds that truly grow.

Misiko ponders, beneath the sun's warm gaze,
That truth may lie not just in words, but in the ways
We live, we breathe, the choices that we make,
The paths we forge, the chances that we take.

For in the tapestry of life, so grand and wide,
True actions stand, where honesty can't hide.
And though the world may weave a web of lies,
Misiko seeks the light, where truth never dies.

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