In whispers soft, life’s tale unfolds,
A delicate dance, so gently told,
Amidst the chaos, amidst the storm,
In every heart, a quiet form.

Life’s breath is fragile, light as air,
Each moment’s touch, a tender care,
Yet woven tight with threads unseen,
Order emerges from the keen.

In morning’s light, in evening’s glow,
The seeds of wonder, softly sow,
Yet chaos weaves its wild embrace,
A tempest fierce, a frenzied chase.

With calloused palms and sweat-drawn brow,
Through chaos, order takes its vow,
In fields and homes, through night and day,
The hands that toil, the hearts that pray.

For chaos births the strength to strive,
In every heart, the will to thrive,
With labor’s hand, and love’s embrace,
Life’s order finds its rightful place.

In this entanglement, pure and bright,
New life begins, it finds the light,
In tender arms, through storm and calm,
A future blooms in nature’s palm.

Through chaos wild, and order’s reign,
Life’s promise grows amidst the strain,
In work and love, in hope’s pure grace,
Life procreates, a wondrous space.

So cherish both, the wild and tame,
The chaos fierce, the order’s name,
For in their dance, life’s truth is found,
A harmony, both lost and found.

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Neon Pulse

Lightning hums in circuits bright,
sparks ignite the velvet night.
Wires whisper, currents flow,
a symphony of neon glow.

Basslines throb, the speakers cry,
beats collide where dreamers fly.
Electric hearts, alive, untamed,
dancing flames that can’t be tamed.

Voltage sings in starlit air,
energy beyond compare.
Plugged into the endless stream,
charged with fire, lost in dream.

Electric - Я-ĐÆY͓̽2119

Empty Soul

A hollow wind moves through my chest,
Where once a heart would beat and rest.
Now silence hums a ghostly tune,
Beneath a cold and distant moon.

No echo answers when I call,
Just shadows dancing on the wall.
My voice is lost, my name unknown—
An empty soul, a house of bone.

The world moves on, in brilliant hue,
While I walk blind, in shades of blue.
Their laughter floats like foreign songs,
Too far to reach, where I belong.

I press my hand to morning’s light,
But feel no warmth, no end to night.
A stranger in my own skin grown,
Loneliness my only home.

Yet still I breathe, and still I wait,
For chance, or change, or twist of fate—
That something kind might one day find
This vacant room inside my mind.

Empty Sould - Я-ĐÆỸ2119

KATS THE MOVIE- Я—Dæy2199

The Path of Arth

At first, the strokes are shy and small,
A trembling hand, unsure to call
The shapes, the shades, the dream in sight,
A whisper faint, not yet in flight.

With time, the lines learn where to bend,
Each curve a truth, each mark a friend.
Mistakes no longer feared or cursed,
They’re seeds from which the colors burst.

One day you see — the frame has grown,
A world within the canvas sown.
And though the journey still feels far,
You’ve found the heart inside the arth.

Arth Progression R-Ḏæy2199

Gravesong

Beneath the earth,
where roots gnarl like secrets,
I lie in the hush
of shadows too patient to fade.

The sky forgets me,
yet the soil remembers—
it drinks my silence,
it keeps my weight.

Stone presses bone,
time swallows breath,
but still a pulse—
slow as thunder in the deep—
refuses to die.

There, in the hollow,
where night is endless,
I rise as echo,
I fall as storm.

And all who hear
will tremble,
not for fear—
but because the earth itself
has a voice.

Deep low by R - Dæy2199

Vira y Cocha

Vira walks in lines of fire,
Sparks that flicker, climb, conspire nestles hands that never still,
a pulse that bends the world to will.

Cocha waits with patient breath, deep as night, serene as death.
Waves that fold and fall again,
a mirror soft yet vast, unchained.

When Vira leaps, the air turns thin,
Flames curl outwards, pulling in.
When Cocha stirs, the silence breaks,
and every echo shapes the wake

They are not storm, nor earth, nor sky,
but entities meeting, passing by.
Twi names, two threads, a woven chords
Vira and Cocha, never ignored

Vira y cocha by Я-ĐÆY͓̽2119

Brogen
I have revoke myself from the awoke In a cave torn by my own
Build by my Inuit
My own insult, didn't indulge their sweetness
Nothing else than real suffering through our thoughts.
As I separete my own. I see what it is owed As it was owed from my owned past.
Redeeming our broken spoken
Through god odd goodness.
As I approach to that state I said thank you for forgiveness
As I can't take their sorrows without taking their soul.
Therefore as before, lord will shape and snap their pain into beauty
As Allow them to cure, sure so did so to me too.

Brogen by 𝑹-Day₂199

Chaos Driver

He doesn’t flinch when the world begins to shake.
While others scatter from the storm,
he listens —
to the rhythm beneath the roar.

He’s learned that chaos is not the enemy,
but raw material —
a wild element that, when held just right,
turns to calm in his hands.

When walls close in,
he widens the room with breath.
When voices rise,
he lowers his tone until even fire remembers stillness.

He doesn’t fight the current —
he redirects it,
finding the hidden logic in disorder,
the silent pulse under panic.

He is both anchor and tide.
Stillness does not come to him —
he creates it,
out of sparks, out of noise,
out of the trembling edge where others lose their way.

Some call him lucky.
Some call him fearless.
But he knows —
it’s not control that guides him,
it’s understanding.
And that’s why chaos obeys.

Chaos Driver by R-Day2199

R-Ḏæy:“Everything can be created on the Right Day; But it is up to the human to mantain it“

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