成長

A tribute to a great Czech poet with AI at hands.

A tribute to great Czech poets

Karel Hynek Mácha – Máj (úryvek)

Don't Kill Me

mix for bluexp: https://www.youtube.com/@bluexp1461

for the parallel lives that split into 2 after I created my gmail account in 4th grade

7Nightz #cc - Mystiic Wiiings Of Unresolved Mysteriiies, Do You Understand Why iii Call? (feat.juneforever)
einsteins - お願い、カミュ様。
HakobuNe - とか。(feat.きゃべこ)
clammbon by Nujabes - Imaginary Folklore
nagahori25 - 「そして、跳躍する」
きのこ帝国 - 夜鷹
venturing - Vulture City
if i die in mississippi - you can't smoke in waffle house anymore
Chouchou - Arkadia

'two separate lives' (mix for bluexp)

Poetryunspokenwordsitthemanoftheart

Eat your protein with salt and pepper… choke it down, are you feeling better…

Take a bite from the flesh that's hot… broil and boil the melting pot… 

Shoot boot loot root with disgrace…in our face, what took place

…..Kidnap the land all its taste….dinners served, fascist waste



Expired past due, final reminder
Our records show you just got fired
Freedom fighter tapped out lighter
Empirical documents three-ring binder

plates spinning round and round, turning frowns upside down 
In the crowd or with clowns, are you feeling better now

Bare Consumer

Do you feel your heartbeat when our wandering eyes meet

Did you think of me when those words spilled out from your pen

Heartbeat"ing"

Reflecting on the shoulda, coulda, woulda — got me
 Cryin’, lyin’, tryin’ to have presence of mind.
Imagining comfortability, stability, … humble humility,.......
 
Is it understood, if you could go back in time,
 You’d be misunderstood.
Sow where you stood, Grow your own good…..doing now what you already could, failed lessons now understood…. 
Reflecting on the shoulda, coulda, woulda — got me
 Cryin’, lyin’, tryin’ to have presence of mind.

Inward

Closure

In my head, brain dead, seeing red from things I said  
Feeling mad, mask the sad — should’ve, could’ve, never had  
Unmade bed, never said anything against my cred  
Overthink endlessly— things that ought to never be  

All the memories…of you and me

Then I choked on what I said — punch of spice, can’t play it nice  
Clear my throat, then slipped on ice — stabbed myself poetic knife  
Take it back, go back to bed — seeing red from things I said  
Feeling mad, mask the sad - shoulda coulda never had...

Rumination

Transitional Postlude

I cant even get a break, in my dreams, are you lying awake, just like me….I cant even get a break, in my dreams, Im lying awake, are you thinking of me….I cant even get a break, in my dreams, are you lying awake, just like me

Restless Bit

avoidable situations, ignorant innocence,  everyday frustrations, unforeseen coincidence....

see and hear their true fears
Three cheers then disappear

turn an eye to the side that gives you a nice ride, take in and consume to light your fume….entertain your ego with the surface level groove, shake rake and make to impress the views….living along the streamlined casualties where is the peace where is empathy… do we even care as long as we know our share is fair do you dare question the high chair… how did things ever get this way, is this too much to say is this too much to say, simply carry on toward the next payday… 
avoidable situations, ignorant innocence,  everyday frustrations, unforeseen coincidence....

Disillusion

African Riddle blends ancestral percussion with ambient melodies and poetic, emotionally detached storytelling. RealmHues floats through shadows, speaking on legacy, pain, and inner riddle-like truths that haunt the spirit but push the soul forward. No filters. No gimmicks. Just raw reflections over tribal soundscapes. Another page in the RealmHues saga — tune in or miss out.

African riddle (prod. hills)

Last Call (The Breakup Voicemail)

not background music....

Wanna collab? Lets jam! Send a message....

Enjoy the tunes...Thanks for stopping by.

Take care.

-Leonard Allen-

A Sad Soul....
@Realmhues
Realmhues14@gmail.com

Yizaki is a raw, explosive voice rising from pain, rage, and rebirth. Mixing dark rap, Japanese-influenced electronic energy, and brutal emotional storytelling, she turns trauma into sound and screams into art. Her music cuts deep—fast, heavy, unapologetic—pouring every scar, every betrayal, and every victory into intense, high-voltage tracks.

Yizaki doesn’t just perform.
She survives, transforms, and makes the world feel it.

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