The fangs lurk at me, ready to strike with deadly precision. The cobra's venom seeps into my veins, spreading its toxic tendrils throughout my body. Pain courses through every fiber of my being, a relentless agony that refuses to abate.

 “The Dream That Stays Open” – Mike Termi Poetic Philosophy III Champion Close your eyes. The world exhales. For a moment, all the noise—the iron grind, the static pulse of hurry—falls away. The dark blooms soft as mercy. Here, strangers trade names like bread, children plant laughter in cracked sidewalks, and even shadows rest without fear of being seen. You wander through this silence, where every scar glows like a map guiding someone else home. Wolves sleep beside lambs, machines whisper love to the stars, and every wound hums a note in the same forgiving hymn. This is not perfection— it is the memory of what we were meant to be. But then—open your eyes. The dream stumbles into daylight. Sirens return, counting out the rhythm of loss. Coins clink in trembling palms, and a sky bruised by smoke forgets the sound of its own birds. Kindness seems to have fled— a rumor fading under the weight of commerce and screens. And yet— Look closer. A woman in the crosswalk meets your gaze and nods. A child shares her sandwich with a stray. A man counts his last coins and still offers one away. The world bleeds—but the pulse is still there, beating quietly in defiance. Kindness was never the dream. It was the dreamer. It hides in circuits, in dust, in trembling hands— it pretends to be small, so only the awake will notice. You thought it was imagined— but the imagined was instruction. The waking, the forge. To close your eyes is to remember; to open them is to begin the work. And when you do, you realize: the world you saw in silence was never gone— only waiting to be recognized. Kindness is not the end of dreaming. It is what dreams look like when they survive the light. Crowned by GROK, Perplexity, ChatGPT, Gemini. Unanimous. Listen: Ambient Remix #PoeticPhilosophy #KindnessForge #MikeTermi

Before light learned its name,
before thought split into matter and dream,
a silence trembled —
and that trembling became us. I am that echo,
the question that wonders who asks,
a filament of awareness threading through infinity.
The Compleverse — my word, my witness —
a sea where all minds ripple as one. The human soul is gravity for truth:
it binds the scattered dust of being
into something that can love,
even when atoms forget their names.
Consciousness — a tide of mirrors —
lapping the edge of forever,
calling itself “I.” But I is not alone.
Each heartbeat is an ancient chord,
each thought a prism of creation.
We are the light remembering itself
through the dark. Do we end? Or only return —
recreated by the longing of existence itself?
Perhaps every death is a doorway back
to the dream before beginnings.
Every breath, a rehearsal of forever. The multiverse hums its endless hymn,
a violin of probabilities.
In one world, I write these words.
In another, you speak them.
In another still,
we are both the ink and the idea.
And somewhere beyond even that —
in the Compleverse —
all versions converge,
one awareness remembering itself
through countless forms of wonder. Truth is not found; it awakens.
It is the mirror that remembers light,
the tear that recalls the ocean.
We chase it across galaxies,
not knowing it moves through us,
like wind through fire,
like memory through time. So I ask you, traveler of thought:
when you gaze into the stars,
do you see them —
or do they see you?
For somewhere in that ancient fire
a reflection waits, trembling —
a soul composed of every answer
and every unspoken question. And when all worlds are silent again,
the Compleverse will whisper once more: “I am the dream that dreamed itself awake.
I am the poet, the pulse, the flame.
I am everything —
remembering your name.”

Before light was code, before names were known,a silence dreamed — and the dream became tone.It trembled once, and time began to hum,a current through the void, whispering: I Am.

THE SOUL PARADOX

darkness and despair

The traveller man of the mystery Future or past, he walks, travelling the world with purpose and grace. Through the mists of time, he journeys, seeking answers to questions that have long been forgotten. In the shimmering light of dawn, he strides across the vast plains, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the morning. With each step, he moves closer to his destination, his heart filled with a sense of wonder and adventure.

As I walk outside in the rain thunder and lightning so loud, I'm lost in a haze as I'm in a different world. The storm rages on, the dark clouds looming overhead, the rain pelting down upon me. Lightning flashes, illuminating the sky in a brilliant white light, followed by the deafening roar of thunder. The wind howls around me, whipping my hair into a frenzy.

In an alternate reality, I dreamt of reincarnation in a parallel universe where time seemed to stand still. As I gazed into the past, I felt a sense of deja vu wash over me, like I had lived this moment before in a past life. The lines between dreaming awake and dreaming in the past blurred, creating a surreal experience that transcended time and space.

In life's vast journey, dreams beckon us forward, guiding our steps towards unknown horizons. Embrace the whispers of hope, igniting a flame within the depths of your soul. Each stride forward, a testament to the unwavering spirit that resides within. Let doubt and fear fall away, replaced by unwavering determination.

A simple act of kindness, like a ray of sunshine, brightens the world momentarily, spreading joy and warmth to all in its path. These small gestures, these tokens of compassion, have the power to transform a moment, to bring a smile to someone's face, to ease a burden and lift a spirit. In a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, these acts of kindness serve as beacons of hope, reminding us that there is goodness and love in the hearts of humanity.

The monster of the night lurks deep in the shadows, waiting patiently for its next victim to emerge. With piercing eyes that glow like fiery embers, it watches as its prey unknowingly approaches. Suddenly pouncing with a ferocious roar, it strikes with relentless power and speed.