In the chamber of the ninth, under Jupiter’s watchful eye,  
A quest begins, a soul takes flight, beneath the boundless sky.  
Philosophy, our guiding light, through questions, we embark,  
On a journey for the truth, in the daylight and the dark.

Horizons beyond, where the mind soars free,  
In the house of wisdom, we find our key.  
Through distant lands and seas, we roam,  
Seeking the truths that will bring us home.

Higher learning, our sacred quest, knowledge our greatest tool,  
In universities of life, the world becomes our school.  
Languages and cultures blend, a symphony so bright,  
Underneath the same vast sky, we share the same starlight.

In the court of law and the realms of faith,  
We seek the ethics, the truths that saith.  
Publishing our dreams, broadcasting our voice,  
In the ninth house, we make our choice.

Traveling through the mystic's eye, spirituality we embrace,  
Finding meaning in the divine, in this human race.  
Future visions, plans we make, under the cosmic dance...

Let Me Buy You Twelve Houses

Philosophy (Ninth House)

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

Step out your door, look up to the sky,  
Mountains to molehills, watch them all fly by.  
A shift in view, a grander scheme,  
Life's a canvas, you hold the dream.

Dance through the stars, ride the cosmic flow,  
Small steps to giants, let your spirit grow.

Change your perspective, let the world unfold,  
Big things seem small, as new sights take hold.  
You're vast like the ocean, deep and immense,  
Infinite spaces, your heart's recompense.

From whispers to roars, from streams to the sea,  
What seemed like walls are now paths to be free.  
Every little star, a part of your soul,  
Embrace the universe, play your role.

Glide through the galaxies, in your mind's eye,  
From earthly bounds, into the sky.

Change your perspective, let the world unfold,  
Big things seem small, as new sights take hold.  
You're vast like the ocean, deep and immense,  
Infinite spaces, your heart's recompense.

Overflow, transform, ready for the climb,  
Expand your horizons, one thought at a time.

Change your perspective, let the world unfold,  
Big things seem small, as new sights take hold.  
You're vast like the ocean, deep and immense,  
Infinite spaces, your heart's recompense.

Turn your gaze wider, let it embrace all,  
In the dance of life, rise and never fall.

Giant Soul

When the sunlight flakes hit your face,  
Feels like life’s giving you a soft embrace.  
But clouds loom, waiting in line,  
Life ain’t just sunshine, it's also the grind.  

Don’t be fooled by the clear blue skies,  
Behind every sunbeam, a storm might rise.  
Ride the waves, both high and low,  
The groove of life is in the ebb and flow.  

Groove with the shadows, dance with the light,  
Funk it out from day to night.  
Sunlight flakes in cloudy weather,  
Life’s mixed tunes, let’s jam together.  

Golden moments flicker, then they fade,  
Chasing brightness where shadows are laid.  
Embrace the contrasts, let them teach,  
Every shade of life within our reach.  

Don’t be fooled by the ease of days,  
Behind calm moments, the storm plays.  
Ride the waves, both low and high,  
Find your rhythm ‘neath any sky.  

Groove with the shadows, dance with the light,  
Funk it out from day to night.  
Sunlight flakes in cloudy weather,  
Life’s mixed tunes, let’s jam together.  

In the funk of life, we find our beat,  
From mellow lows to highs so sweet.  
Weather any storm, through any plight,  
In the funk, we find the light.  

Groove with the shadows, dance with the light,  
Funk it out from day to night.  
Sunlight flakes in cloudy weather,  
Life’s mixed tunes, let’s jam together.  

So when the sun plays hide and seek,  
Remember the funk, unique and sleek.  
Life’s a song, with both jazz and blues,  
In every beat, you get to choose.

Behind Every Sunbeam

In this world where the chase never ends,  
We stack our desires, on which our peace depends,  
He who owns little is little owned, they say,  
Barely a puppet, in life’s vast screenplay.  
Hooked on the glitter, but it's a fleeting game,  
What you possess today, tomorrow might claim.  
A reality baited with the shiniest threads,  
Dreams woven tightly in our heart’s delicate webs.

It’s tragic, it’s magic, how we dance with fate,  
Holding tight to illusions that we create.  
They say less is more, maybe that’s the key,  
To unlock the chains, and finally be free.

See, every attachment’s a shackle in disguise,  
Blind to the truth, we fall for every lie.  
The more we gather, the heavier the chain,  
A cycle of pleasure that's married to pain.  
But isn’t there beauty in the ebb and flow?  
In losing just as much as we get to know.  
For in the space where nothing resides,  
Lies the freedom that true peace provides.

It’s tragic, it’s magic, how we dance with fate,  
Holding tight to illusions that we create.  
They say less is more, maybe that’s the key,  
To unlock the chains, and finally be free.

So what’s the moral in this cosmic plot?  
Perhaps it’s finding joy in what cannot be bought.  
Not the cars, the cash, nor the diamond rings,  
But the silent moments, the simple things.  
As the world spins, we learn through time,  
That the less we cling to, the higher we climb.  
Free from the weight of gold and stone,  
He who owns little can truly own his own.

So next time the world offers its gilded cages,  
Remember the wisdom passed down through ages.  
The less you hold, the less you’re bound,  
In the rhythm of release, true freedom's found.

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In the shadows where the real and the phantoms clash,  
Lies a playground where the gray thoughts dash.  
Every man, a canvas, stark and vast,  
Holds a child in the echoes of the past.  

Echo, echo, whispers of the youth still linger,  
In every clenching fist, every pointing finger.  
Real men laugh with the eyes of a boy that glows,  
False ones wear a void where nothing grows.  

In the land of twisted truths, where shadows swirl,  
Real's an illusion, false flags unfurl.  
If given the choice, which mask would you wear?  
Dancing in the masquerade, truth or dare?  

Now step into the maze, where truths are lies,  
And every reflection's a disguise.  
The real man plays, his heart a clear stream,  
The false one grieves for the child in his dream.  

Real is the laughter that bubbles from the soul,  
False is the silence that swallows you whole.  
In the land where the carnival bells toll,  
Seek the child within, that's the ultimate goal.  

Can you see through the mirrors, the smoke and the screens?  
The land of contraries, the king of in-betweens.  
Choose your guise wisely, let the child within decide,  
To walk in truth, or in falsehood abide.  

In the land of twisted truths, where shadows swirl,  
Real's an illusion, false flags unfurl.  
If given the choice, which mask would you wear?  
Dancing in the masquerade, truth or dare?  

So tell me now, in this game surreal,  
Are you the shadow or are you the real?  
In every heart a hidden child plays,  
In the land of the lost, in the foggy haze.

To Drink from the Fountain of Youth

Yo, check the mirror of my mind, it’s kind of foggy,  
Claiming universal truths? Nah, that’s just groggy.  
Thoughts running wild, thinking they're the only script,  
But that's just my mind's game, way too ill-equipped.  

I spin these bars 'cause it’s time to disrupt,  
My mind's own judgments, yeah, they're kinda corrupt.  
Thinkin’ all my thoughts, they apply to the masses?  
That’s like sayin’ all fit in one size of glasses.  

It’s deceptive, believe it, we all gotta check it,  
Our minds play tricks, not always correct it.  
Gotta train it, maintain it, don't let it constrain it,  
Open up the skies, let perspectives rain in.  

Each brain unique, like snowflakes in the drift,  
What’s clear in my storm might give you the shift.  
Absolute truth? More like absolute myth,  
I learn from the many, give my mind a gift.  

So I step in the booth, spit truth, and unwind,  
Reminding myself to be open, not blind.  
‘Cause a mind untrained is a mind that’s chained,  
Believe in more than one, let the truths be unframed.

You Are, In Fact, a Special Snowflake

In whispered tones of twilight's breath,  
A secret world beneath the crest,  
Where fairy wings and human guise,  
Merge dreams beneath the moonlit skies.

Like bubbles floating worlds apart,  
Encased in magic, heart to heart,  
No barrier my spell can't chase,  
In every note, our worlds embrace.

With every chord, I weave a spell,  
A fairy's trick, a secret tell,  
No opposites, no conflicts wait,  
In songs, all truths assimilate.

Watch as the boundaries melt away,  
In harmonies where fairies play,  
A trick on self, my soul's delight,  
Singing as one through starry night.

Like bubbles floating worlds apart,  
Encased in magic, heart to heart,  
No barrier my spell can't chase,  
In every note, our worlds embrace.

So here I stand, both lost and found,  
In melodies, all borders bound,  
A universe in every tone,  
Through fairy's voice, the world is sown.

Blessed Be a Bubblehead

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