In the void where silence screamed, beyond the clock’s last tick,  
Two serpents spiraled, ancient dance, the cosmos' fabric thick.  
Order’s fangs in patterns fine, a lattice spun so slick,  
While Chaos hissed in gusts of whirls, its nature wild and quick.

Winding round the roots of stars, where shadows dare to roam,  
Order weaves the constellations, Chaos claims them as its home.  
In this dance of stark contrives, where neither beast nor man can see,  
The serpents lock in eternal strife, crafting fate’s tapestry.

From the burst of primal beats, where void and form collide,  
Sprung the rhythm of the realms, in cosmic pulse abide.  
Order’s eye, a piercing light, to structure all it views,  
Chaos, the painter with darker hues, blends the spectrum’s clues.

Winding round the roots of stars, where shadows dare to roam,  
Order weaves the constellations, Chaos claims them as its home.  
In this dance of stark contrives, where neither beast nor man can see,  
The serpents lock in eternal strife, crafting fate’s tapestry.

Listen close, the whispers wind, through galaxies they thread,  
Echoes of the ancient loom, where time itself is bred.  
Through dimensions fold and flip, reality’s thin seam,  
The serpents' twist - a genesis, in the echo of a dream.

So mark the murk of mystic myths, where legends crawl and creep,  
The Order and the Chaos lie, in the abyss so deep.  
For every pattern that you find, know chaos stirs beneath,  
In every ordered line of life, chaos breathes its secret wreath.

Beyond Primordial

In a world where silence fills the void,  
A single feather falls, a choice so coy.  
Light as air, yet it tips the scale,  
In the quiet, a soft, subtle tale.

Just a whisper in the still of night,  
Can stir the stars, can spark the light.  
A breath, a murmur barely heard,  
Carries the power of a thousand words.

Because when nothing’s left to weigh it down,  
A feather’s weight can break the crown.  
It’s the gentle nudge, the slightest sound,  
That turns the world around.

Society's breeze, so faint, yet strong,  
Carries change where it belongs.  
Ideas that float, so light, unseen,  
Become the force that shapes the scene.

One voice rises from the whispers low,  
Echoes far, where the four winds blow.  
A notion small, in shadows cast,  
Grows to truths that forever last.

Because when nothing’s left to weigh it down,  
A feather’s weight can break the crown.  
It’s the gentle nudge, the slightest sound,  
That turns the world around.

So let the breeze carry your dreams,  
Through open windows, across the streams.  
For every giant leap that's been,  
Started with a dream so thin.

Because when nothing’s left to weigh it down,  
A feather’s weight can break the crown.  
It’s the gentle nudge, the slightest sound,  
That turns the world around.

A feather on the scale of fate,  
So light, yet decides the heavy weights.  
With just a whisper in the breeze of society,  
Watch the world change, as it's meant to be.

A Feather's Weight

Yo, let's dive deep where the thoughts are steep,  
Every phrase I drop, from my life’s own heap,  
Interpretations locked to the paths we've walked,  
In the maze of life, where our minds have talked.

I say "love," you might think pain or bliss,  
Our experiences paint the meaning, can't dismiss,  
Different strokes, different folks, same word, different tales,  
Communication's deep, not just wind in our sails.

'Cause what you hear ain't always what I say,  
Misunderstandings in the game we play,  
Our worlds collide in phrases we relay,  
Words are just mirrors of our yesterday.

Check it, each word’s a seed from which big trees grow,  
Planted in soils of life that only we know,  
You say "freedom," I might see chains breaking,  
You might see open roads, long vacations taking.

It's the essence of our essence that we try to convey,  
But sometimes what we mean gets lost on the way,  
It's like painting with colors that someone else can't see,  
What's vivid to me, to you might not even be.

So let's bridge the gap, learn to translate,  
Understand each other, open the gate,  
Our words are worlds, let's navigate,  
To connect, to respect, and relate.

So next time you listen, or you speak your part,  
Remember the power that our words impart,  
More than sounds, they're hearts on display,  
Let's hear and be clear, in this linguistic ballet.

Shadowy Wordplay

Step into my classroom, it’s a Saturday night,  
No one's really eager, but I’ll turn on the light.  
Books on the tables, but their minds on the moon,  
Teaching ABCs while they’re singing out of tune.

It's no good teaching those who need to be taught,  
But I’m spinning records while they're spacing out.  
Oh baby, just for you, I'll keep the disco alive,  
Doing the hustle through this educational jive!

Flip through the pages, but they’re caught in a groove,  
Disco balls spinning, but they won’t make a move.  
Questions meet silence, it’s a standoff at best,  
My patience a hero, putting will to the test.

It's no good teaching those who need to be taught,  
But I’m spinning records while they're spacing out.  
Oh baby, just for you, I'll keep the disco alive,  
Doing the hustle through this educational jive!

Mirror balls glitter, I strike a pose on the floor,  
Who knew teaching could feel like an encore?  
Sarcasm’s my sidekick, in sequins and flair,  
Dancing through textbooks without a single care. 

It's no good teaching those who need to be taught,  
But I’m spinning records while they're spacing out.  
Oh baby, just for you, I'll keep the disco alive,  
Doing the hustle through this educational jive! 

So raise your hands if you’re learning a thing,  
Or just here for the vibe that the disco brings.  
Either way, baby, I'll teach and groove,  
In this discotheque classroom, we’ve got nothing to prove.

Teaching the Children of the Moon

Floating higher, above the common sight,  
Eyes wide open in the blinding light.  
Dreams are feathers on our backs tonight,  
Leaving shadows to their ground-bound plight.

Soar beyond, where the air is thin,  
Appear so small, to those who never win.  
Embrace the sky, let the winds caress,  
Invisible to some, but to the stars, no less.

Visions painted in a swirl of hues,  
Psychedelic dreams that we refuse to lose.  
Through kaleidoscope eyes, we choose to see,  
A world unbound, wild and free.

Soar beyond, where the air is thin,  
Appear so small, to those who never win.  
Embrace the sky, let the winds caress,  
Invisible to some, but to the stars, no less.

Up here, the silence speaks in cosmic tones,  
Beneath, the din of doubters' groans.  
Turned to whispers, their disdain,  
Lost in the ether, washed by cosmic rain.

From lofty heights, we spy the turning world,  
Where the tapestry of life is twirled.  
Feeling grand, in the scheme so vast,  
Contrast stark, between the first and last.

Soar beyond, where the air is thin,  
Appear so small, to those who never win.  
Embrace the sky, let the winds caress,  
Invisible to some, but to the stars, no less.

So let us dance on the clouds so high,  
Wave to the earth, a gentle goodbye.  
To those who fly, no ground can hold,  
A spirit fierce, a story bold.

Say Goodbye to the Old World

Step into the cipher, eyes wide with the quest,  
Whispers in the shadows, put your ego to the test.  
Fools clutch their silence like a treasure chest,  
But the brave spit queries, breaking from the nest.

A minute of folly, that’s the price you pay,  
Dive into the questions, let the wisdom play.  
Stand still in ignorance, that’s a lifelong stay,  
Better be a fool for a minute than lost any day.

In the lab of life, curiosity’s the flame,  
Ignite it with a question, never fear the blame.  
The wise ones know, it’s a learning game,  
Questions lead to knowledge, that’s the aim.

Questions are the keys in this cryptic dance,  
Unlocking doors to give the mind a chance.  
Risk a foolish moment, take that advance,  
In the grand scheme of life, it’s a fleeting glance.

So, here’s a thought, wrapped in a cryptic band,  
Ask and you’ll travel through wisdom’s land.  
Forever a fool, if you never raise your hand,  
Better to ask and grow, than still to stand.

Forever a Fool

In the matrix, solo playing, inner rules, never swaying,  
Echoes deep within be praying, voice of self, softly saying,  
Crafted fate, hands bespoke, mold my path, through the smoke,  
Society's mirror, kinda broke, independence ain't a joke.

Stand alone, stand apart, silent creed within my heart,  
Yet the world demands a part, play the game, master art,  
Mix and match, blend and bend, seek the means to an end,  
In the crowd, I pretend, still the core, won’t amend.

Mask on face, guise so slick, walking pace, candlestick,  
Burning both ends, thick and quick, independence, magic trick,  
From the throng, need to hide, inner truth, deep inside,  
Camouflage, worlds collide, secret self, coincide.

Veil my vision, cloak my voice, in the shadows, make my choice,  
Yet to mingle, to rejoice, in the common, find my poise,  
To the tune of my own drum, to the masses, sometimes succumb,  
Blend the lines, till I’m numb, independent, or just dumb?

Stand alone, stand apart, silent creed within my heart,  
Yet the world demands a part, play the game, master art,  
Mix and match, blend and bend, seek the means to an end,  
In the crowd, I pretend, still the core, won’t amend.

In the echo of the throng, find the place where I belong,  
Never right, never wrong, in my heart, I’m strong,  
Independence, a silent song, sung where only I can throng,  
In the blend, in the bong, my essence, lifelong.

Ever Played Pretend?

In the maze where echoes bounce, only your steps sound profound,
Mirrors in every corner, in every breath, in every bound.
Is this world my own stage, or am I just a crowd,
Lost in the solipsistic fog, my thoughts a lonely cloud?

One sees oneself, in the deep of the night,
Others' shadows flicker, in my candlelight.
Dance with my reflection, alone but not quite,
Others shape the edges of my solitary sight.

A dialogue with the void, where voices wear a shroud,
Speaking truths, spitting lies, their existence not avowed.
But without these spectral forms, my identity’s unfurled,
An empty canvas, no colors swirled, a flag uncurled.

One sees oneself, in the deep of the night,
Others' shadows flicker, in my candlelight.
Dance with my reflection, alone but not quite,
Others shape the edges of my solitary sight.

The Universe whispers, with the mercy of a storm,
Handing me pieces of a puzzle, tattered and torn.
Am I the sculptor, or the clay, in this form?
Crafted by unseen hands, in the norm’s swarm.

In the end, the echo fades, the reflection dims,
Bound by the unseen, the cosmic hymns.
We claim no triumph solely as our own,
For in the tapestry of life, every thread is sewn.

In the Deep of the Night

We scribble on the walls of existence, sketching dreams,  
In the maze of the real, art’s our silent scream.  
Drip paint on the canvas, truth's untamed beast,  
In the gallery of life, from the greatest to the least.

Eyes wide on the prize, but the prize is a guise,  
Reality’s the canvas, art’s the disguise.  
A paradox spun, in the web we’re caught,  
Art frees the soul, but freedom’s just a thought.

In the halls of the divine, where echoes speak soft,  
We paint our dreams to keep the nightmares off.  
But beware the brush that moves too free,  
Reality’s the prison where art breathes deeply.

Stroke by stroke, we color the void,  
Crafting worlds in the spaces we once avoided.  
But the divine whispers, low and tart - 
“Don’t perish by art in the clutch of your heart.”

See, reality bends, a sculpture too stark,  
A reminder that light needs the absolute dark.  
Each moment captured, a frame, a part,  
Of the prison we build with the escape of art.

In the halls of the divine, where echoes speak soft,  
We paint our dreams to keep the nightmares off.  
But beware the brush that moves too free,  
Reality’s the prison where art breathes deeply.

Twist the locks with brushstrokes bold,  
In a jail of colors, truths untold.  
Divine’s the game, reality’s the score,  
We're prisoners and wardens, both rich and poor.

So we dance in the shadows of our own creations,  
Art is the jailer, reality’s station.  
In this cosmic gallery, we linger, we fight,  
With art as our beacon, in the depth of night.

Paint a Prison, Paint a Door

Underneath the scorching rays where the shadows slide,  
Treading paths where angels fear, devils smirk wide.  
Born from the fire, a forge of light unseen,  
Channeling chaos, where the lines blur - mean.

Verse the hurt, curse reversed, a baptismal spin,  
Evil's touch, just a crutch, watch the alchemy begin.  
Suffer not in vain, bear the stain, transmute the sin,  
Energy flows, nobody knows where I end or begin.

Hooked on a paradox, simple is the seduction,  
Forget the fight, black and white, find the junction.  
Complex or plain, strain or abstain, make that induction,  
I'm the vessel, wrestle with essence, life's instruction.

In the crucible, subtle, I'm the dark turned light,  
A mirror to the abyss, where wrong crafts right.  
Or drop the dichotomy, why bother with the plight?  
Chase serenity, simplicity, outta sight.

Duality’s dance, nuanced stance, in cryptic verses,  
Rap’s my chant, advance, not by curses but by mercies.  
Evil or good, misunderstood, are we just rehearses?  
Choose the path, feel the wrath or the universe's mercies.

Fade out on a note, quote the unknown,  
Good and evil, just seeds casually sown.  
Do we rise, do we fall, are we merely loaned?  
Reality’s script, cryptically flipped, eternally intoned.

To Smirk at Good & Evil

Step into the neon glow,  
Footsteps move, let the rhythm flow.  
Eyes closed, the world fades away,  
Dancing souls, in colors play.

They whisper, they stare,  
Lost in the sound, we don't care.  
Movin' like the night won't end,  
In this beat, we ascend.

'Cause we're the dancers in the dark,  
Feel the bass, ignite the spark.  
To them we're mad, out of tune,  
But they can't hear our moonlit croon.  
Watch us spin, leap, and swoon,  
Dancing to our own monsoon.

Silhouettes against the strobe,  
In the rhythm, we find our globe.  
Let them say we've lost our minds,  
In our dance, truth unwinds.

They can't feel what pulses deep,  
In this beat, our secrets keep.  
Soaring on a silent creed,  
In the dance, we're freed.

'Cause we're the dancers in the dark,  
Feel the bass, ignite the spark.  
To them we're mad, out of tune,  
But they can't hear our moonlit croon.  
Watch us spin, leap, and swoon,  
Dancing to our own monsoon.

Can't you see, can't you see?  
This dance is what sets us free.  
Mad to them, but clear to us,  
In the music, we trust.

Dance, dance, feel the night,  
Embrace the madness, hold it tight.  
Insane to some, but to us, it's clear,  
In every beat, we disappear.

'Cause we're the dancers in the dark,  
Feel the bass, ignite the spark.  
To them we're mad, out of tune,  
But they can't hear our moonlit croon.  
Watch us spin, leap, and swoon,  
Dancing to our own monsoon.

So let them watch, let them see,  
In our dance, we're truly free.  
Lost to them, but home to us,  
In the rhythm, we trust.

They Can't Feel

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