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  • Gazing into the abyss

    Gazing into the abyss

    There comes a point in life where defeat becomes inevitable, and tonight, I feel that moment has arrived. I’ve fought hard, made my choices, and given everything I had to offer, but the weight of it all has finally caught up with me. The truth is, there’s no one else to blame but myself. I’ve made decisions, sometimes out of reasons that most wouldn’t even begin to comprehend. I’ve given when I should have held back, helped when I should have walked away, and in the end, I’ve given far more than I’ve ever received in return.

    Now, I’m just too old, too tired, and perhaps, too cynical to continue. I’ve watched this world morph into something disturbingly self-serving, where greed and self-interest reign supreme. The path we’re on was always the path we were meant to follow, but I had hoped to see something different in my lifetime—a spark of hope, a shift toward something better. But now, I’m not so sure. It’s heartbreaking to witness what’s coming, knowing the inevitability of the end, driven by the insatiable hunger for power and wealth.

    The sad reality is that we, the average people, lost control long ago, and we didn’t even see it happening. The media, once a beacon of truth, now serves as a tool of manipulation, indistinguishable from the propaganda machines of tyrannies past. The powers behind the scenes—those who pull the strings—have been executing their plan with masterful patience and precision. We are mere spectators to our own demise, powerless to stop it, for the path we’re on has no return. The changes have come slowly, deliberately, and right under our noses, and now, here we are—at the point of no return.

    What lies ahead will be destruction on a scale we can scarcely imagine. And for those who survive it, they’ll bear witness to the true nature of hell. We have no one to blame but ourselves. Yet, I can’t help but marvel at the brilliance of it all—the patience, the creativity, the audacity to dismantle everything while we watched in complacency. They did it so subtly, so cleverly, that we never even noticed until it was too late.

    And now, there’s nothing left to do but accept the inevitable. We are standing on the precipice, gazing into the abyss, and soon, the fall will come.

    Written by Scott Randy Gerber for Whispers of the Soul © 2024 All Rights Reserved

  • Extend Your Hand In Kindness

    Extend Your Hand In Kindness

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    In every heart, a story lies untold, A journey, a struggle, a path to unfold. With kindness and fairness, let’s meet each day, For you never know the burdens in others’ way.

    A neighbor may stumble, knocked off their feet, Extend your hand, make their world sweet. Remember, their struggles are mirrors to yours, Just different chapters, behind different doors.

    In this changing world, so self-centered and cold, We must cherish the values we’ve always been told. Is this the world we desire, where selfishness reigns? Or one where compassion alleviates pains?

    Teach our children to see beyond their own view, To offer a hand, to help and renew. For it will be a sad day, devoid of hope’s light, When no one is willing to help in the night.

    So let’s live with kindness, with hearts open wide, And make the world better, with love as our guide. For treating others fairly, with understanding and care, Creates a world where all burdens we share.

    Written By Scott Randy Gerber, creator of Whispers Of The Soul ©All Rights Reserved 2024

  • Break Free From Those Chains That Hold You.

    Break Free From Those Chains That Hold You.

    I stood by you, ready to fight the demons within, Caring deeply, despite your disbelief in anyone. You are not guilty for what they did to you, I only wanted to help you break free from the chains that have held you for so long, preventing you from achieving your dreams.

    Perhaps I wasn’t the right one to stand by your side, but know that I tried, giving every last drop of my strength. I saw the fighter within you, the strength to break those chains and finally live the life you’ve always deserved.

    If I’m not the one, keep searching, and continue building that inner strength. But remember, at some point, you need to believe in someone, to trust again and set yourself free.

    The right person will stand tall beside you, through it all, ready to face the darkness with you. But you need to be ready to break those chains and evict the demons you’ve held for too long.

    So keep building your strength, and when you meet that special someone, open up and let it all flow out. Hand those demons their final eviction notice, telling them never to return, because now you have the space to love again, free from their control.

    It’s time for you to blossom and live your dreams, even if it’s with someone else who helps you tear down that wall. Find that person you believe in, and learn to love and trust again. Your rightful destiny awaits, unchained and free.

    Written By Scott Randy Gerber, Creator of Whispers Of The Soul

  • A Pawn In His Game Of Chest

    A Pawn In His Game Of Chest

    I was just a pawn in his game of chess, A piece to be moved, discarded, no less, Spent and broken, my heart laid bare, His true colors showed, revealing the snare.

    He took what he could, left nothing behind, A useless soul, abandoned, confined, On the side of the road, used up and torn, Left to mourn, in a world forlorn.

    A stupid fool, ensnared by a con, By a heartless man, with no soul to draw on, He won his treasures, claimed his deceit, Leaving me shattered, alone in defeat.

    No beating heart, no flicker of soul, He played his game, exacted his toll, And here I stand, wiping tears of pain, A reminder of loss, in a conman’s reign.

    But from these ashes, I’ll rise once more, Stronger and wiser, my spirit will soar, For though he won, his victory’s hollow, A life without love, is a fate hard to swallow.

    And I, a pawn no longer defined, Will find my path, my peace of mind, For even in pain, a lesson is learned, A soul can rebuild, no longer spurned.

    Written By Scott Randy Gerber, Creator of Whispers Of The Soul © all rights reserved 2024

  • Echoes Of Two Hearts Weaved Together As One.

    Echoes Of Two Hearts Weaved Together As One.

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    Bonds Of Transparency

    In the quiet morning light, we meet, Two souls converging, incomplete. Love’s first whispers, soft and sweet, In honesty, our hearts compete.

    We build our world on words we share, Dreams and fears laid open, bare. Trust, a fragile, tender thread, Woven through the words we’ve said.

    In laughter’s song and sorrow’s tear, We find our way, we draw near. Yet silence, like a creeping vine, Can choke the bond we design.

    Secrets whispered in the night, Shadows cast in soft moonlight. Truth unspoken, left to die, Breeds distrust and silent sighs.

    So let our voices rise and sing, Of every joy and suffering. For in the open, hearts align, And trust, like sunlight, will shine.

    No fortress built of steel or stone, Can guard a love left all alone. But with each truth, confessed, revealed, Our bond is strong, our wounds are healed.

    In every word, a piece of soul, In honesty, we find our whole. For love, in light, can only thrive, When trust and truth are kept alive.

    So let us vow, in days to come, To speak our hearts, to not succumb. For in the echoes of our voice, We find in love, a lasting choice.

    By Scott Randy Gerber, Whispers Of The Soul ©All Rights Reserved 2024

  • When You’re Dealing With Darkness Head Back Towards The Light.

    When You’re Dealing With Darkness Head Back Towards The Light.

    When Dealing With Darkness Head Back Towards The Light

    In shadows deep where whispers dwell, I tread a path where secrets swell, A mind so sharp, a heart so cold, A master’s touch, deceit unfolds.

    His eyes, a mask of gentle grace, Conceal the lies that lace his face, A puppet’s string in every glance, I dance to rhythms of his trance.

    With words like honey, sweet and sly, He weaves a web where truths must die, Intelligence, a double-edged knife, Cuts through the fabric of my life.

    His touch, a phantom’s chilling grip, A poison coursing sip by sip, In mirrored halls, I lose my way, Each step a gamble, night or day.

    But in this labyrinth of dread, A spark of hope, a thread of red, I find within a voice, a spark, To shield my heart from shadows dark.

    I gather strength from fractured light, To stand my ground, to fight, to fight, Against the tides of his control, To reclaim fragments of my soul.

    No longer will I bend and break, For now my spirit starts to wake, With every breath, a silent vow, To save what’s left, to heal, somehow.

    For in the dawn, a future gleams, Beyond his reach, beyond his schemes, I rise anew, a phoenix bright, From ashes dark, into the light.

    By Scott Randy Gerber, Whispers Of The Soul © All Rights Reserved 2024