In the dance of the cosmos where stars are born,  
Every rise has a fall, every rose has its thorn.  
Waves crash on the shore in relentless ballet,  
What comes will go, as night follows day.

Rhythm flows, rhythm flies,  
In every hello, in every goodbye.  
The swing to the left, the swing to the right,  
Balanced in the dance of dark and light.

Seasons turn from the spring to the fall,  
The pendulum swings, a timeless call.  
From the highest of highs to the deepest of lows,  
In the rhythm of life, everything flows.

Feel the pulse, the eternal beat,  
In the heart’s desire, in the retreat.  
All is balanced, from the moon to the sun,  
Rhythm compensates, undone and redone.

Rhythm flows, rhythm flies,  
In every hello, in every goodbye.  
The swing to the left, the swing to the right,  
Balanced in the dance of dark and light.

So we rise and we fall, as the tides do declare,  
In the infinite swing, a perfect affair.  
From the cradle to the grave, in the whisper of time,  
In rhythm we trust, in rhythm we rhyme.

The Principle of Rhythm

Oh, I've walked down streets of pride and wrong,  
Held my head too high, when I should've known.  
But life's too short for stubborn songs,  
So when I mess up, I'll admit it strong.

If I'm wrong, I'll say it loud,  
Clear the air, take a humble bow.  
No shadow under the midday sun,  
I'll admit it quick, and then I'll move on.

Mistakes, like rain, will come and they'll go,  
Learning's in the letting go of what I know.  
A whispered truth beats a shouted lie,  
It’s in the open heart where the strengths lie.

If I'm wrong, I'll say it loud,  
Clear the air, take a humble bow.  
No shadow under the midday sun,  
I'll admit it quick, and then I'll move on.

So here’s to growing, here’s to the light,  
Admission is the first step to getting it right.  
With every fall and every rise,  
Truth’s the star under open skies.

If I'm wrong, I'll say it loud,  
Clear the air, take a humble bow.  
No shadow under the midday sun,  
I'll admit it quick, and then I'll move on.

Yes, I'll admit it quick, and then I'll move on.

Be the First to Admit You're Wrong

In a world full of rush and grey,
Let's start our talk in a kinder way.
A smile to share, a hand to extend,
In a friendly way, let’s set the trend.

Begin with a hello, a nod, or a smile,
Watch the walls come down, mile after mile.
It’s the warmth of the sun in a simple “Hey!”
Oh, begin, begin in a friendly way.

Words like seeds, with love they grow,
Sown with kindness, they'll surely show.
A gentle tone can pave the path,
Turns foes to friends, quells any wrath.

Begin with a hello, a nod, or a smile,
Watch the walls come down, mile after mile.
It’s the warmth of the sun in a simple “Hey!”
Oh, begin, begin in a friendly way.

When hearts are open, and guards are down,
We find common ground, in any town.
From strangers to pals, the journey’s sweet,
With friendly starts, we can’t be beat.

Begin with a hello, a nod, or a smile,
Watch the walls come down, mile after mile.
It’s the warmth of the sun in a simple “Hey!”
Oh, begin, begin in a friendly way.

So let’s choose kindness as our guide,
With open arms and hearts wide.
In a world that’s better every day,
Let’s begin, oh let’s begin in a friendly way.

When Beginning, Be Friendly

Yo, let’s talk about a tactic, it’s slick, it’s the key,  
Get 'em nodding, "yes, yes," agreeably.  
Before you dive into the deep, contentious sea,  
Start on common ground, build that harmony.

Get 'em saying "yes, yes," right from the start,  
Build a bridge, not a wall, from heart to heart.  
Common ground is the playground where you play your part,  
Yes, yes to agreement, that's the art.

In discussion, the mission's to connect, not divide,  
Find the points where we align, side by side.  
It’s like setting up the pieces in a strategic guide,  
Once they're in agreement, they’ll take the ride.

It's persuasion, not invasion, let the yes flow,  
Start with yes, stack it up, watch the rapport grow.  
When the base is firm, then you can show,  
The tougher points where they might say no.

Get 'em saying "yes, yes," right from the start,  
Build a bridge, not a wall, from heart to heart.  
Common ground is the playground where you play your part,  
Yes, yes to agreement, that's the art.

So next time you step up in the conversation ring,  
Remember "yes" is the bell you wanna ring.  
Start with agreement, and you’ll bring,  
Unity, in everything, let that "yes" sing.

Yes, Yes

In a little café, just the other day,  
You were talking, I let the silence play.  
Words falling like rain on an old tin roof,  
I just listened, staying so aloof.  

Let you speak your mind, let you unwind,  
I’m just here, letting the world be kind.  
In the echoes of your voice, I find peace,  
Letting you talk, my thoughts they cease.  

You've got stories like the stars have the night,  
Each one shining, oh so bright.  
With every tale, you set yourself free,  
And in that freedom, I let myself be.  

Let you speak your mind, let you unwind,  
I’m just here, letting the world be kind.  
In the echoes of your voice, I find peace,  
Letting you talk, my thoughts they cease.  

Sometimes silence is the loudest love,  
Listening’s a gift from the stars above.  
So go on and fill the air,  
With your dreams, your hopes, your care.  

Let you speak your mind, let you unwind,  
I’m just here, letting the world be kind.  
In the echoes of your voice, I find peace,  
Letting you talk, my thoughts they cease.  

So I’ll sit here, and I’ll cherish this view,  
Loving the sound of being with you.  
As you speak, in your voice I’ll stay lost,  
Finding silence, no matter the cost.

Let Them Do Most of the Talking

In the glow of morning light, you share your dreams so bright  
I listen close, I nod, I smile, as ideas take their flight  
You speak of stars and moonlit paths, a vision yours to claim  
And in your voice, I hear a spark, a flickering flame

Let it be your song, sing it loud, sing it strong  
In your heart, it’s where it’s born, this feeling can’t be wrong  
I'll just echo what you say, in the winds, it will sway  
But in the end, the melody’s yours, come what may

Across the table, coffee steam, your words begin to dance  
A story unfolds, piece by piece, in every glance  
You talk of change, of shifting tides, a world that's yours to mold  
I see the future in your eyes, brave and bold

Let it be your song, sing it loud, sing it strong  
In your heart, it’s where it’s born, this feeling can’t be wrong  
I'll just echo what you say, in the winds, it will sway  
But in the end, the melody’s yours, come what may

And as you speak, I plant a seed, wrapped in words you’ve spun  
A gentle push, a guiding hand, under the same sun  
It's not for me, this dream you weave, but I'll help it grow  
And watch you shine, lead the way, as you go

Let it be your song, sing it loud, sing it strong  
In your heart, it’s where it’s born, this feeling can’t be wrong  
I'll just echo what you say, in the winds, it will sway  
But in the end, the melody’s yours, come what may

So take this idea, make it fly, let it soar  
It was always yours, my friend, from shore to shore  
In every word, in every line, your spirit shows  
This song is yours alone to compose

You Thought of This?

Yo, we're born into this game, society's stage,  
Wrapped up in roles from the very first page.  
Conditioned and molded, right from the start,  
Broken toys playing parts that can shatter a heart.  

We cling to the chains, though they're hidden in plain sight,  
Taught to love the shadows, fear the light.  
"Institutionalized," they label you crazy,  
But it's just another way to keep the vision hazy.  

Welcome to English, the language of disguise,  
Crafted to confuse, built on clever lies.  
It’s the tongue of power, the script of the elite,  
Dancing on our chains, they keep moving our feet.  

They say it's sanity, they claim it's all fine,  
Organized chaos, by intelligent design.  
Words double-meaning, twisted in your brain,  
Freedom they promise, while they tighten the chain.  

Living half-lives in a full-life façade,  
Chasing broken dreams, how profoundly odd.  
We toast to our cages with golden cups,  
Drink the bitter truth as it subtly corrupts.  

Welcome to English, the language of disguise,  
Crafted to confuse, built on clever lies.  
It’s the tongue of power, the script of the elite,  
Dancing on our chains, they keep moving our feet.  

Awake, arise, or be forever fallen,  
The truth's a bitter pill, but it’s us it’s calling.  
Shake off the illusions, break free from the spell,  
Only in truth can we ever excel.  

So question every line, every word that’s fed,  
English might be the living, but it's born from the dead.  
A global tongue, with a cryptic twist,  
Unravel the code, resist, resist!

English, the Language of Disguise

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

Hey there, can we talk a while?  
I've been walking alone, thinking about every mile.  
Your words, like a mystery unsolved,  
Echo in my mind, where our worlds revolved.

If I could walk a mile in your shoes,  
Would I see the world in your hues?  
Would the wind whisper the same tales to me,  
That dance in your heart, wild and free?

It's easy to claim I understand,  
But it's another to hold your view in my hand.  
Your dreams, your fears, in shadows and light,  
I want to see them through your eyes tonight.

If I could walk a mile in your shoes,  
Would I see the world in your hues?  
Would the wind whisper the same tales to me,  
That dance in your heart, wild and free?

Under the same stars, different stories we've told,  
From the pages of our lives, in the warmth and the cold.  
I'll listen to the silence that speaks your truth,  
Finding pieces of me in the echoes of you.

So let's share this path, step by step,  
In your world, with every tear that you've wept.  
I promise to learn, and in learning, I'll find  
The heart of your world, leaving none behind.

If I could walk a mile in your shoes,  
Would I see the world in your hues?  
Would the wind whisper the same tales to me,  
That dance in your heart, wild and free?

So here's to the journey, wherever it leads,  
Through your eyes, I'll follow where each story bleeds.  
Just a mile, just a mile, on this road we pave,  
In your shoes, I'll walk, in your world, I'll brave.

In Your Shoes

Yo, step into their shoes, take a little cruise,  
Inside their mind, what you find might cure your blues.  
It's empathy, not sympathy, that we use,  
Understand their views, no need to accuse.  

Be sympathetic, hear 'em out, what they feel is real,  
No doubt, in their ideas and desires, find the zeal.  
Connect on the real, how they feel, you gotta reveal,  
It's about the bond, not the battlefield.  

Listen close, don't just impose or suppose,  
Their dreams, their goals, watch how it flows.  
It's not about agreeing, but seeing, and freeing,  
Their perspective, be receptive, not deceiving.  

It's a give and take, make no mistake,  
Their desires, like fires, let 'em bake.  
In the heat of conversation, find relation,  
Sympathy's the key to a stronger foundation.  

Be sympathetic, hear 'em out, what they feel is real,  
No doubt, in their ideas and desires, find the zeal.  
Connect on the real, how they feel, you gotta reveal,  
It's about the bond, not the battlefield.  

So next time you chat, tip your hat,  
To their thoughts and where they're at.  
Build that bridge, don't ridge or abridge,  
It's about respect, not just a privilege.

Be Sympathetic

Yo, we stepping in the spot with a mission in sight,  
To uplift, bring the light, making vibes feel right.  
In the social scene, where the dreams get heard,  
Speak to the noble in us, yeah, bring out the word.

Appeal to the nobler, the higher in soul,  
Elevate minds when we out on patrol.  
Lead with respect, it’s the gold, not the coal,  
In the heart of the city, where we play our role.

Listen up, here’s the scoop when you mingling in,  
Catch the better angels, let that better begin.  
A word of kindness, see it double, no sin,  
Turn the tides with grace, now watch us all win.

It’s about lifting, shifting, the narrative change,  
In a world so wild, we redefine the range.  
From the heart we speak, true bonds we engage,  
Nobility’s our script, now let’s set the stage.

Appeal to the nobler, the higher in soul,  
Elevate minds when we out on patrol.  
Lead with respect, it’s the gold, not the coal,  
In the heart of the city, where we play our role.

So next time you step out, remember the call,  
Appeal to the noblest, in one and in all.  
With every interaction, let’s break down the wall,  
In unity we rise, divided we fall.

Noble Motives

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