In the quiet hours before the dawn,  
Whispers of a shadow, long withdrawn.  
In the mirror’s face, a fleeting glance,  
A stranger’s eyes, a second chance.

In each of us, there lies a hidden door,  
To a room unexplored, a forgotten lore.  
The stranger within, under lock and key,  
Yearning for light, aching to be free.

Walking through the days in silent guise,  
Behind the laughter, beneath the wise.  
A voice that trembles with untold tales,  
A sail unfurled, where no wind prevails.

In each of us, there lies a hidden door,  
To a room unexplored, a forgotten lore.  
The stranger within, under lock and key,  
Yearning for light, aching to be free.

Oh, dare we listen, dare we see,  
The face we wear in privacy?  
A step towards the inner sea,  
Where depths reveal the mystery.

Gentle are the hands that seek to find,  
The stranger’s heart, the twin entwined.  
In the solace of the soul’s embrace,  
Knowing the unknown, face to face.

In each of us, there lies a hidden door,  
To a room unexplored, a forgotten lore.  
The stranger within, under lock and key,  
Yearning for light, aching to be free.

So whisper soft, and let it be known,  
In each of us, the stranger is our own.  
In the dance of light and shadow play,  
The stranger within steps forth today.

The Stranger Within

In the quiet morning glow,  
Reflections on the window show  
More than just the light of day - 
They reveal what words can’t say.

Caught in every shining eye,  
A universe that can’t deny  
That every heart holds a spark,  
Lighting up the deepest dark.

It’s the beauty within us,  
That opens our eyes to the stars above,  
In every soul, there’s a light so bright,  
Turning the night into a love so lush.  
It’s the beauty within us,  
Seeing the beauty around.

Walk along the bustling streets,  
Every face that I meet  
Holds a story, holds a dream,  
In their silent whispers, I glean.

A smile shared, a tear that’s dried,  
The silent strength that lies inside,  
Speaks to something true and tried,  
The beauty we cannot hide.

It’s the beauty within us,  
That opens our eyes to the stars above,  
In every soul, there’s a light so bright,  
Turning the night into a love so lush.  
It’s the beauty within us,  
Seeing the beauty around.

So let this heart see what eyes cannot,  
The invisible thread that connects each thought,  
In every moment, in every spot,  
The beauty within gives what the world cannot.

It’s the beauty within us,  
That opens our eyes to the stars above,  
In every soul, there’s a light so bright,  
Turning the night into a love so lush.  
It’s the beauty within us,  
Seeing the beauty around.

In the quiet morning glow,  
We find the places angels go,  
With open hearts, our spirits show,  
The beauty within, the highest plateau.

Find Beauty, Oh Beautiful One

Along the path where shadows lean,  
Where the waters twist and wind unseen,  
Men walk easy roads, where the currents glide,  
But the gentlest flow hides the sharpest tide.

Crooked rivers, crooked men,  
Paths of ease become their den,  
In the dance of water's grace,  
Lies the mask that hides the face.

The river bends, it shapes the stone,  
Softly carving through the bone,  
And men who follow where it leads,  
Find the roots of twisted deeds.

Crooked rivers, crooked men,  
Paths of ease become their den,  
In the dance of water's grace,  
Lies the mask that hides the face.

But oh, the strength in climbing steep,  
Where the earth is rough and the hill is deep,  
True lines are drawn in harder lands,  
By those who rise with toiling hands.

So heed the course that rivers run,  
Not all that's easy is rightly done,  
In each meandering trace and bend,  
Lies the choice to rise or descend.

Crooked rivers, crooked men,  
Paths of ease become their den,  
In the dance of water's grace,  
Lies the mask that hides the face.

Let the river bend and weave,  
Choose the path you will believe,  
Straight or crooked, rough or smooth,  
Every step is yours to choose.

Crooked Ways

Yo, let's break it down, open minds and see,
Human beings complex, naturally,
Mentally bisexed, it's the real flex,
Both genders in the mind, no need to perplex.

It's about balance, yin and yang in the dome,
Masculine, feminine, making us whole,
Each brain side, got its own role,
Creativity and logic, that’s how we stroll.

Homosexuality, heterosexuality,
All part of nature’s own reality,
Love is love, in every form and quality,
Natural as breath, deep in our mentality.

Look past the norms, see the human condition,
Different attractions, the heart’s own mission,
Nature's design, no need for permission,
Love who you love, without submission.

Both sides in us, guiding like stars,
Be who you are, break those bars,
Every heart beats, near or far,
Love's the language, no matter who you are.

Homosexuality, heterosexuality,
All part of nature’s own reality,
Love is love, in every form and quality,
Natural as breath, deep in our mentality.

So let’s celebrate, every hue and shade,
In this world of color, love's parade,
No more hiding, no more shade,
Embrace all, let no love fade.

It's a rap, but it's also the truth,
Nature’s way, no need for any proof,
From the heart, for the old and youth,
Love in all forms, that's our roof.

Gay is as Natural as Straight

Yeah, I'm on this beat, chasin' what's beneath,  
Not the glitter, not the gold, but the truth that's unsheathed.  
Fame's a game that'll drive you insane,  
Money's chains just leave you in pain,  
Love's a flame, but truth is the aim - 
A steady hand, a clear name, an untamed flame.  

Rather than love, rather than gold,  
Give me the truth, the stories untold.  
Rather than fame, rather than cheers,  
Give me the truth, beyond the veneer.  

I dig deeper than the surface, beyond the curtain's veil,  
Where secrets whisper in the wind, and truths never pale.  
Chasing after something real, in a world of facades,  
Where everyone's wearing masks, playing charades.  

In the shadows, truth lurks, silent and profound,  
It's in the echoes of the void, where my thoughts rebound.  
They say truth is a blade, it cuts clean and it stings,  
But it’s the melody I need, in the song that I sing.  

Rather than love, rather than gold,  
Give me the truth, the stories untold.  
Rather than fame, rather than cheers,  
Give me the truth, beyond the veneer.  

Not seduced by the lights, nor the roar of the crowds,  
I'm haunted by a quest for what's not allowed.  
Beyond the applause, beyond the game,  
Is a whisper of verity, calling my name.  

Love is sweet, and money talks, fame might glow but truth unlocks.  
It's the root of the real, the heart of the vibe,  
The core of the cosmos where the wise imbibe.  
From the cosmic dance, to the beat of the street,  
The truth is the rhythm, the rhythm I seek.  

Rather than love, rather than gold,  
Give me the truth, the stories untold.  
Rather than fame, rather than cheers,  
Give me the truth, beyond the veneer.  

So let the stars fade, let the fortunes fall,  
I'll take the truth, yeah, I want it all.  
In a world that's wild, in a tale that’s told,  
Give me the truth, pure and bold.

Give Me Truth

In the quiet dawn, a soft whisper in the breeze,  
Life awakens, unfolding like the leaves.  
Each breath a brushstroke on a canvas so wide,  
Every moment a miracle, gently applied.

All change is a miracle, subtle yet profound,  
In the heartbeat of the world, in the silence between sounds.  
From the stars’ slow dance to the flight of a dove,  
Every instant is painted with the colors of love.

Watch the sun paint the sky at the close of day,  
Shades of gold and amber in a breathtaking display.  
Night's curtain falls, stars take their stage,  
A performance eternal, from age to age.

All change is a miracle, subtle yet profound,  
In the heartbeat of the world, in the silence between sounds.  
From the stars’ slow dance to the flight of a dove,  
Every instant is painted with the colors of love.

In the laughter of children, in the bloom of a flower,  
Seconds whisper secrets of an unseen power.  
A cycle unbroken, a path ever new,  
In every little change, a world we thought we knew.

All change is a miracle, subtle yet profound,  
In the heartbeat of the world, in the silence between sounds.  
From the stars’ slow dance to the flight of a dove,  
Every instant is painted with the colors of love.

So here in the hush of a fading night,  
Embrace the wonder, hold the sight.  
For every change, no matter how small,  
Is a miracle to be cherished, by one and all.

Miraculous Change

In the fields where dreams are planted,  
Every seed a wish, a charm.  
Hands in soil, hopes are granted,  
In the sweat of every farm.  

Golden dawn brings light a-spilling,  
Rows of futures ripe and prime.  
But not all hearts seek the filling  
Of the common cup of time.  

Swing your scythe, swing it wide,  
Reap the bounty, reap the tide.  
Every soul will claim its own,  
From the seeds that they have sown.  
Hurry now, the day grows dim,  
Harvest what will grow within.  

Some seek riches, others solace,  
In the harvest of their years.  
Scythe swings in a timeless balance,  
Cutting through the joy and tears.  

Fields diverse as stars are gleaming,  
Varied yields from earth's embrace.  
Every reaper's dream is teeming,  
In the furrows we all trace.  

Swing your scythe, swing it wide,  
Reap the bounty, reap the tide.  
Every soul will claim its own,  
From the seeds that they have sown.  
Hurry now, the day grows dim,  
Harvest what will grow within.  

But beware the idle season,  
Those who plant not, learn too late.  
Without toil, there lies no reason,  
Only barren fates await.  

So hasten to your victory,  
For the times ahead are vast.  
Those unprepared will history  
Judge as chaff before the blast.  

Swing your scythe, swing it wide,  
Reap the bounty, reap the tide.  
Every soul will claim its own,  
From the seeds that they have sown.  
Hurry now, the day grows dim,  
Harvest what will grow within.  

In the quiet of the evening,  
As the shadows stretch and sigh,  
Feel the weight of what you're reaping,  
Underneath the twilight sky.  
Swing your scythe, end the play,  
What you sow decides the day.

Swing Your Scythe

In the shadows, some will see, the truth beyond the veil,  
Predators with eyes so keen, while the prey will often fail.  
Normalcy's a numbered line, faces in the crowd,  
Conformity the refuge, where the silent scream is loud.

Are we made equal, men and women all?  
Do we rise together, or alone we fall?  
In the dance of power, in the light and night,  
Who hides in shadows, who steps into sight?

Miracles in disguise, for those who dare to see,  
The occultist with wisdom, where the spirit roams free.  
In plain sight they wander, masters of the game,  
Spontaneous and regimented, they're never quite the same.

Are we made equal, men and women all?  
Do we rise together, or alone we fall?  
In the dance of power, in the light and night,  
Who hides in shadows, who steps into sight?

Outstanding individuals, excellence untold,  
Power in their fingertips, a legacy of old.  
Self-preservation whispers, as they blend with the day,  
Masters of illusion, in the light they stay.

Are we made equal, men and women all?  
Do we rise together, or alone we fall?  
In the dance of power, in the light and night,  
Who hides in shadows, who steps into sight?

Predators see the hidden signs, prey lives in the dark,  
Normalcy and facelessness, leave only a faint mark.  
Occultism’s a silent song, a melody of might,  
In the balance of equality, who turns wrong to right?

Night Owls Stay Hungry

In the quiet of the midnight hour, I sit before the glow,  
Keys beneath my fingertips, in the data's ebb and flow.  
Each line a new command, a spark of what I need to know,  
Downloading bits of wisdom where my barren fields will grow.

Installing software, on the drives of my mind,  
Upgrading my spirit, with the truths that I find.  
Every byte a lesson, every file refined,  
Rebooting my soul, leaving old codes behind.

Click and drag the pieces of the puzzles yet unsolved,  
Complex algorithms of the dreams I need to evolve.  
Running diagnostics on the fears I must resolve,  
A progress bar of patience, as my world begins to revolve.

Installing software, on the drives of my mind,  
Upgrading my spirit, with the truths that I find.  
Every byte a lesson, every file refined,  
Rebooting my soul, leaving old codes behind.

Syntax errors in the heart, debugged with gentle care,  
New applications start, in the solace of my lair.  
I’m syncing with the stars, coding new pathways there,  
Infinite loops of hope, in this binary affair.

With each update, I see a newer version of my fate,  
Learning not just to compute, but to creatively create.  
From simple scripts to complex code, I author my own state,  
An architect of destiny, with knowledge as my slate.

Biological Android

In the cradle of the cosmos, where they spun the first starlight,  
Whispering secrets on the wind, under the fade of twilight.  
Stepped into this play of shadows, where truth wears a disguise,  
A world woven in half-truths, hidden right before our eyes.  

Been lied to since the dawn of clocks, time's old deceptive mime,  
Are we just puppets dancing, caught in an endless rhyme?  
Echo seekers in the void, where the unseen tales weave,  
Chained to a silent song, in what we're forced to believe.

Tread careful on this shifting ground, where peace is just a mask,  
Perceptions fragile like glass, ready to crack and unmask.  
Ancient tales spin the reels, a smoky haze of yore,  
Reflecting not our true selves but the myths from the lore.

Been lied to since the dawn of clocks, time's old deceptive mime,  
Are we just puppets dancing, caught in an endless rhyme?  
Echo seekers in the void, where the unseen tales weave,  
Chained to a silent song, in what we're forced to believe.

Hear the whispers turn to shouts, in the quiet, universe unfolds,  
Not malice, but the hidden truths, in the stories it holds.  
Light and shadow, tangled fates, where our spirits meet and twine,  
Challenging the grand design, questioning the divine.

Roars louder as the veils tear, seeing past the facade,  
Not just what's shown, but the truth, raw and unflawed.  
Navigating mazes where beginnings and ends coincide,  
Shattering illusions, forged from the first sunrise.

Been lied to since the dawn of clocks, time's old deceptive mime,  
Are we just puppets dancing, caught in an endless rhyme?  
Finding truth in rubble, clarity in what we see,  
Breaking from the silent anthems, of prescribed identity.

Standing now beneath starlight, face unveiled, heart unchained,  
No longer trusting shadows, but the clarity I've gained.  
Universe wide open, with every breath I take,  
Seeking out the untold truths, shaping my own fate.

Deceived from Day Zero

Yo, the spectrum's sliced, diced, a marketing feast,  
They prey on your peace, unleash the emotional beast.  
Pop music drips with the pain, it's a sinister game,  
Playin' sadness for fame, it’s all the same, what a shame!  

In the ads, it's all glee, they blind you to see,  
Sellin' dreams, high esteem, while they stealin' your glee.  
Houses, pills, and meals that kill, it's a bitter pill,  
A paradise lost, at what cost? It's a frost, it's a chill.

Turn up the track, let's break it back, to the real attack,  
They package emotions, sell them in portions, what a pact.  
Sorrow and despair, they broadcast it like it's rare,  
Yet in every note, a throat choke, they provoke, don’t care.  

But flip the scene, to the ads all clean,  
Sunshine and smiles, deceptive wiles, a dream so keen.  
A lure into debt, with a life they'll let,  
You believe you're set, it's a net, a bet, an unseen threat.

This dichotomy, it's an atrocity, a mockery,  
Using our feelings, sealing deals, it's thievery.  
We rise, we fall, they use it all,  
In every ballad's call, and every ad's enthral, we're small.  

So I spit these bars, to break the stars,  
Expose the scars, the avatars, the fancy cars.  
It's time to see, beyond the spree, the reality,  
Take back our feel, our real zeal, be truly free.  

Let the rhythm ride, as we open eyes,  
Unveil the lies, it's time to rise, seize the prize.

Marketing Maelstrom

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