I hear your call (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics)

I hear your call (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics)
30 March 2026
Courtesy freepik.com


[Verse]
Slowly clouds gathered in nest
white pieces of tenderness
A balm in the sky in streaks
soft infinite the heart seeks

[Verse]
An extension of soul lace
the moon pale looked on my face
Its tidal yearnings in check
mate to sleeping sun on deck

[Verse]
It gazed on from its castle
prison for weak mind’s jostle
Light’s fragrance danced on soil
twixt myrrh and argan oil

[Chorus]
Crimson streaks across the sky
made the embers bright to eye
The fires raged through my ache
I hear your call as I wake

[Verse]
In hushed awe I watched you bleed
bathed Earth on the incense feed
Wisps of night fell slowly stark
your luscious hair sprouted dark

[Verse]
Dead trees from veins slowly fall
as desert gloom covered all
yet the grass grew in silence
green radiant defiance

[Verse]
Enthralled I watched in white light
wings weaving a starlit flight
Body dancing in bright tunes
you stood apart seven moons

[Chorus]
Crimson streaks across the sky
made the embers bright to eye
The fires raged through my ache
I hear your call as I wake

[Verse]
Engulfed within darkness plight
yet emerging to the light
up flickered a firefly
between two worlds eye to eye

[Verse]
Earth stood within its two minds
wind listened hard, on it grinds
flickering recognition
breathless anticipation

[Verse]
Slow it shook its mighty frames
to your iridescent flames
As souls’ fire spread on strong
your voice lit with fervent song

[Chorus]
Crimson streaks across the sky
made the embers bright to eye
The fires raged through my ache
I hear your call as I wake

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My heart for my King

My heart for my King
10 November 2025
Courtesy Freepik.com


The night sleeps
under writhing stains
Dusk had torn
my remains
Every day the maiden weeps
the knight was unborn

I held fate
within open palms
Right or left
now instate
my hands expert in the theft
devoid of all qualms

Silver boon
taken out of place
Angered moon
bent on fire
throws me in deepest disgrace
circumstances dire

My nerves twitch
my quest a lost lamp
through the rain
dark and damp
though the light my eyes bewitch
show my lion’s mane

Shed my skin
Forbid this aching
Expend pain
now within
My soul would remit again
my heart for my King

Slow he hides
within December
by rules abides
though will strong
Heart lit by brightest ember
with mine sings along

Reading of the poem:
Tha Oriana - Haunt me forever

The Malachite curse 6 : I know who killed Cuifen

The Malachite curse 6 : I know who killed Cuifen
15 August 2025
Courtesy freepik.com


Eu-Meh increased the pressure on Chow’s shoulders as this latter stopped in her tracks and turned around to face her.

- Don’t turn, don’t attract anyone’s attention, said Eu-Meh
- What do you mean you know who killed Cuifen, said Chow
- I said I think I know who killed her, though I am not certain
- Tell me now, I cannot wait to hear this
- Promise me first that you will not do anything as I only have a suspicion, not a certainty on who the killer is
- Tell me, tell me or I will go mad
- Calm down Chow, people are starting to stare at us
- Let us go to your house and talk then

Chow could hardly contain her impatience and it was now her who was leading the way towards Eu-Meh’s house. She glanced back and saw Ju-Long scowling at them and she wondered if it was him, Eu-Meh’s nephew who had done it. She knew how hot headed the boy could be despite all of his aunt’s efforts in raising him to be a good young man. She had also overheard him speaking to his aunt of his aspirations regarding Cuifen and wondered if he had killed her in a fit of rage after she had refused his love. She too knew that Cuifen wanted to go to the big city and make a name for herself as a singer. Other people who had heard of Cuifen’s aspirations thought it a scandal but Chow had always wanted Cuifen to remain free-spirited and not weighed down by tradition like she had been, having to endure a lifetime of beatings because she could not divorce her husband. She would never have let anything similar happen to her beloved daughter but all of that was so far away now.

Chow’s shoulders heaved and she started to cry again, her ugly and usually expressionless face contorted into a hideously sorrowful mask as she let out a wail that seemed to never end. Eu-Meh grabbed her again by the shoulders and half-dragged, half-hauled her to her house. As soon as they entered, Eu-Meh removed her and Chow’s shoes and pulled Chow towards the kitchen. She sat her in front of the fire that she had left burning and prepared some tea for both of them. Chow was prostrate again, her eyes staring emptily at the fire in front of her. Eu-Meh thrust a cup of tea into Chow’s hands and slowly put her fingers around the cup so that she could actually hold it. Chow seemed to slowly emerge from her lethargy and looked at Eu-Meh with renewed tears in her eyes.

- Who was it, she said
- I told you I think I know who it is but I am not sure. Do you remember Fang, the little girl who used to come and play with Ju-Long when he first came to my house after his mother died?
- I am not sure, what does she look like?
- It is the young girl whom you might have seen at my house when I first introduced Cuifen to Ju-Long. She was also at the burial today, sitting just behind Ju-Long. A young girl whose braided hair was topped with jasmine and peonies.
- Why would she want to kill Cuifen? Why now?
- I think she never forgave Cuifen for stealing away Ju-Long’s heart. After he had met Cuifen, he never bothered to meet with Fang again and every time he received written messages or gifts from her he just threw them away in front of the door. I have seen her many times cry when she saw those discarded items and have scolded him many times for being so cruel to her but he could not care for anybody else than Cuifen. She was his whole life.
- Why would she kill her now if not before?
- The night of Cuifen’s murder, Ju-Long had come back home in a very sombre mood. He looked so angry that I later thought that maybe he had killed Cuifen but it was not the case. I overheard him some days ago fighting with Fang and he was telling her that whatever she had done, it would not make him love her as he would always love Cuifen and not her even though Cuifen was dead.
- So did Fang tell him she killed Cuifen?
- No, but from what I heard, she had seen him watching Cuifen and Ming-Hoa in what he thought was an embrace, not realising that Ming-Hoa had actually assaulted Cuifen. When he had started retreating, disgusted and angry, she popped out of her hiding place and tried to take his hand but he had broken away and started running towards his home. Later on, she had told him that Cuifen had not been embracing Ming-Hoa and that, on the contrary, she had been struggling to get rid of him before he covered her mouth to stifle her cries and caused her to faint.
- I still don’t understand. Why did she kill Cuifen and how did she do that?
- I think that she had tried initially to help Cuifen by pulling away Ming-Hoa by his hair and hitting him on the head. It might be that later, on seeing Cuifen lying still and helpless, she decided to get rid of her rival in order to win back Ju-Long’s heart.

Chow jumped up with amazing agility for her age and started to run towards the door. Eu-Meh realised that she meant to go and attack Fang and rushed towards the door blocking Chow’s exit. The two women stood face to face, one with her face contorted with rage and the other with dismay that she could be the reason why Chow might commit a murder. She would have to find a way to calm her down although she realised it was going to be very hard to reason with Chow now…

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To cradle of light

To cradle of light
27 November 2020 
Courtesy pinterest.com
 
Mind’s tendrils
nailing the target
course reset
no regret
The hand on my heart measure
of pulsing leisure
  
Within eye
the whispering trees
build gardens 
of morrows
bridges of new intentions
my bosom crosses
  
The journey
a flight within reeds
Ticking clock 
awaits none
Elementary treasures
growing from the shrubs
  
Untangling
sister’s weaving spun
through the heat
that melts all
A riddle for mind to fall
A tale to recall
  
Adventure
the soul has begun
within joints
it anoints
hands drawing cardinal points
spaces the eye seeks
  
The light flows
within my body
It quivers
in rivers
messages it delivers
to cradle of light
  
Messiah Project - Region Of Darkness, Cradle Of Light 
Reading of the poem: 

The way of the breath

The way of the breath
25 November 2020 
Outlook opening
within the mind a sparkle
zest of life’s vigour
  
Growth of energy
in landscapes of a picture
hanging in my head
  
Seascapes designs show
outline of an entity
forming from essence
  
Contours’ perspective
a vision of a being
prospect of morrows
  
A quick glimpse to view
aspects of the living soul
The look of the heart
  
The stretch of the sight
A scene of silent beauty
The way of the breath
  
Reading of the poem:

Dinka - Mute Your Life And Float

Written in the context of Ronovan Writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “life”, “view” and their synonyms. For rules and other contributions, follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/11/23/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-333-life-and-view/ 

The souls spared

The souls spared

4 April 2020

souls pinterest com 3 point 3
Courtesy pinterest.com

 

Smother not

The wilful intent

It breathes low

Remedies

For the dark venture to cease

The mind none to tease

 

Pursue Art

Within mighty heart

The power

To harness

Kingdoms beyond the darkness

Where brave stand duress

 

Look beyond

Written in the skies

The hearts paired

The souls spared

The breach a keen reminder

When the mind despaired

 

Reading of the poem:

The Lumineers – Sleep On The Floor (Official Video)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4pi1LxuDHc

In shape of our hearts

In shape of our hearts

27 March 2020

Courtesy Joanna Albrecht

 

Remember

The chirping robin?

When it came

From within

Heartbeats paired with rising spring

Composed song to sing

 

The dewdrops

Parallel to lash

Bated breath

Composure

Of beating lungs exposure

Strength of heart measure

 

Drawn insight

Stealth within the light

The darkness

Now vivid

Shining lighthouse all imparts

In shape of our hearts

 

Reading of the poem:

A Scene Of La Seine – Yuhki Kuramoto

Lake Louise II – Yuhki Kuramoto

Shape of Love – Yuhki Kuramoto

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCZIZ4flF_E

Third path shone

Third path shone

26 March 2020

Courtesy pixabay

 

Do you hear

The idle gossip?

Yesterday

Twined with lies

Waters that well in bosom

Reach out to my eyes

 

Two roads lay

Stretching unity

I lie low

Neither side

Beckoning tombstones prevail

I watch dead and wail

 

Third path shone

Middle traced by mind

I rewind

Path so kind

Gathered from my memories

For the h(u)/(ea)rt to (ceas)/(seiz)e

 

Reading of the poem:

Scorpions – Follow Your Heart (Official Lyric Video)

Scorpions – Send me an angel [Music Video]

Scorpions – Still Loving You [Lyrics + Traduction Française]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3Kzu2dejPM

There beside your heart

There beside your heart

25 March 2020

Courtesy pexels

I will bend

Like flower swooning

Into arms

Awaiting

Three moons now replicating

Urgency of you

 

Grace within

The moments’ magic

Powdered dreams

Where it seems

All my yearning set aside

In mornings confide

 

Look at me

I am in two suns

Shadow struck

Awe within

Revolution of bosom

There beside your heart

 

Reading of the poem:

Melody Gardot – Les Étoiles

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqh2lgLlHes

Talking birds

Talking birds

15 March 2020

Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on deviantart.com

 

Springtime dew

Drops on daffodils

Grass that sprouts

All about

My mind running wild with bees

Larks that morning frees

 

Summer breeze

Seeping through winter

Blinded herds

Haughty nerds

Of the meanings that become

Lost messages hummed

 

Symphonies

Stretching in the sun

Talking birds

Swirling words

Of the moments that I sum

With my heart’s fingers

 

Reading of the poem :

Max Richter – Dream 3 (in the midst of my life)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FENbmz8ffRw