In trailing backwards – Cinematic, Dark Folk, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 21 June 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
Born from a dream of geological collapse and rising oceans, "In Trailing Backwards" follows a journey through submerged worlds, hidden truths and strange evolutions where survival demands transformation. Part vision, part prophecy and part dream journal, this piece explores the cyclical nature of time, consciousness and becoming.
She calls me The dark blue Mother Her voice soft Piercing Time The inflexions in the rhyme Depicting morrows
[Verse] She calls me, the dark blue Mother Depicting morrows to smother Her voice so soft keeps piercing Time pointing to inflexions in rhyme
[Verse] The false lords, they carry baskets Weight of grapes, slowing necks’ faucets Craning into swirling voids stored where the twirling Time stills no more
[Verse] He said it slowly, undeterred by the chattering of the herd scattering in pain slow to leak Silent watch as it unfolds bleak
[Verse] They pay high, sins of the father Price in veins that flow grey lather Squandering remains of day dreads when teetering crowns mistook heads
[Chorus] We will fly when the waters wane into skies where twin suns slow strain, beckon to purple landscapes sealed In trailing backwards, truth revealed
[Verse] The waters, they surge above bridge crashing on the outer dams’ ridge The rims fade into crumbling sands of Humanity’s peaks’ wetlands
[Verse] Slaves hurry to their sunken graves for undone evils their mouth craves Their feet so sore from the walking their inane dark mouths still talking
[Verse] Three by three, they pair uneven Their tales dead like roadkill leaden As the blue-green graveyards thunder sealing them forever under
[Verse] Ingrained roots of loving solace They bring to us Salvation’s grace stored in the bubbles that we share The grown gills opening to air
[Chorus] We will fly when the waters wane into skies where twin suns slow strain, beckon to purple landscapes sealed In trailing backwards, truth revealed
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. In trailing backwards – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌾 Dark Folk version A folk interpretation of the song, focusing on acoustic textures and a more intimate sound that highlights the lyrical and emotional core with a touch of dark. In trailing backwards – Dark Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth In trailing backwards – Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Cinematic, Dark Folk and Trip-Hop influences.
Frozen chants curdling – Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 31 May 2026
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Frozen chants curdling – Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 31 May 2026
## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
Suspended between remembrance and renewal, the poem follows a wandering consciousness through seasons of loss, illness, faith, and transformation. Ships sink, trees are felled, and Time gathers its harvest, yet beneath every ending another beginning quietly stirs. It is a meditation on the hidden self that emerges through change—the changeling waiting beyond the horizon of who we once believed ourselves to be.
Sinking ships Into oblivion They seep slow Like white ink Inverted Chinese painting Drawing my heart’s lines
[Verse] Sinking ships into oblivion They seep slow into remission Like white ink drawing my heart’s vines inverted Chinese painting lines
[Verse] The winter crawled up in my spring In Ending lies the Beginning Unreachable changeling in Times morphing through Historical rhymes
[Chorus] Renewed consumption lungs boiling They will me frozen chants curdling upon the lips lost in stark pleas The bent chest heaving with the wheeze
[Verse] Church bell chimes my viscosities seeping strong through the praying knees The hands now sunken thunderbolts in altars’ steep wells stir revolts
[Verse] I am tree flying high in skies The clouds whisper to me deep sighs of forgotten times stored in wells Woodcutter my proud branches fells
[Verse] As the ground gathers falling bunch the avid jaws of Time now crunch remnants of my bark in bustle Withered leaves count pages’ rustle
[Chorus] Renewed consumption lungs boiling They will me frozen chants curdling upon the lips lost in stark pleas The bent chest heaving with the wheeze
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Noir Blues version Noir Blues, smoky late-night atmosphere, slow tempo, brushed drums, sparse electric guitar, weary female vocals, melancholic blues Frozen chants curdling –Noir Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌾 Dark Folk version Dark and mournful female vocals, acoustic fingerpicked guitar, low drones, ritual atmosphere, haunting mood, minimal percussion Frozen chants curdling – Dark Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Noir Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Frozen chants curdling –Noir Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Noir Blues, Dark Folk and Noir Trip-Hop influences.
Walk Swim Fly – Atmospheric Blues, Dark Folk, Operatic Electronic, Progressive Electronic, Dreamy Trip-Hop Versions |Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 21 May 2026
Image credit: Magnific.com
## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem reflects upon the rebuilding of the self through spiritual guidance in the aftermath of suffering, loss and inner fragmentation. Through symbolic imagery rooted in metamorphosis and transformation, it explores how pain may become not a force of annihilation, but a catalyst for renewal, resilience and the gradual reintegration of the soul spark through acceptance of change.
Rebirth’s toil Reinventing self Gathering The remnants Low hanging fruit of cluster Like diamond pendants
[Verse] Rebirth’s toil, reinventing self low hanging fruit of cluster’s shelf Gathering the dangling remnants floating bright like diamond pendants
[Verse] Aftermath resounding silence Rebuilding through essence guidance Core remembering the absent leftover decoration spent
[Chorus] Seamless the stitch so don’t ask why Metamorphosis: Walk, Swim, Fly Change swift with the hammering tides by Spirit’s grace meek soul abides
[Verse] A lifetime walking in penance to spill more than gather substance Tricolour flag with Hearts and spades hovers in game dreamt then just fades
[Verse] Falling through the skies, dealing rack of otherworldly clover back Lashes bring flashes of black rain that slow dilated hurried pain
[Verse] Thoughts to stack when twin suns in skies forge Truth to tell from distant lies sizzle roads of insides that burst Even dark rain quenches the thirst
[Chorus] Seamless the stitch so don’t ask why Metamorphosis: Walk, Swim, Fly Change swift with the hammering tides by Spirit’s grace meek soul abides
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Atmospheric Blues version Slow atmospheric blues with smoky emotional vocals, reverbed electric guitar and deep introspective mood Walk Swim Fly – Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌾 Dark Folk version A folk interpretation of the song, focusing on acoustic textures and a more intimate sound that highlights the lyrical and emotional core with a touch of dark. Walk Swim Fly – Dark Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎭Operatic Electronic version Operatic electronic with powerful vocals, orchestral synth layers and emotionally expansive atmosphere Walk Swim Fly –Operatic Electronic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎛️Progressive Electronic version Progressive electronic with ethereal female vocals, evolving synth textures, hypnotic rhythms and emotional build-up Walk Swim Fly –Progressive Electronic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Dreamy Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Walk Swim Fly –Dreamy Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Atmospheric Blues, Dark Folk, Operatic Electronic, Progressive Electronic and Dreamy Trip-Hop influences.
I move quite regularly and can almost say that moving has become a habit, a treasured activity that forces me to reinvent myself while I reinvent my surroundings and ensure that either I adapt to them or they bear with me as I coax them into more habitable spaces that yield the kind of experience I wish. Every time I move, I unravel a trove of memories that come back to me like a storm or like a calm summer wind, depending upon how they were made and what they were made of. Some memories transcend the place and time they were born into and stay rooted like a hundred year-old olive tree. Their traces are like its shimmering leaves, spreading the feelings they once gave rise to within our bosoms and etching their particular aroma within our hungry nostrils as their intricacies play within our minds.
I sometimes feel like the olive tree itself, my memories shimmering within me and shedding light onto the pathways they forged within my mind. I am a tree of memories, the good and the bad, all laid out for my inner eye to see and my guts to experience all over again. I carry them sometimes into the open so I may pour all over them again my keen mind, eager to make sense of what could sometimes be senseless or to feel again what I had suppressed before for fear of not being able to overcome the deep foreboding that overcame me at that time. I am like a tree, yet unlike a tree I am unable to root myself into any ground. It seems like my gypsy spirit always wants to soar above the ground and visit yet another distant land, another unexplored part of the world. I sometimes wish I were an astronaut, able to roam the Universe rather than just the Earth.
I wonder if it is the fact that I come from a multicultural, multiracial background that makes me unable to take root anywhere. I feel no kinship to any of the countries I was born in or originated from by way of my lineage. More than a citizen of the world, I feel like a citizen of nothing, just a mass of energy floating here and there, never settling anywhere more than 6 years at a time in general. The longest I ever lived somewhere was in Dubai at Al Thanya Street where I remained for 8 years from 2010 until early 2018. For some reason, if it is not I who want to move, circumstances push me to make a move for somewhere else to stay in and I have never been able to stay in one place for 10 years or so. Every time I think I have found the place I want to stay in, I am out of there before the usual 6 year chime. It is as if I were a home Cinderella where the home would become a pumpkin at the end of the 6th year and my slippers would turn into bristles, causing me to strip them off and get going. So once more into the fray, this was again my moving day…
Snowdrops wilted face
Hidden thoughts of forgiveness
Frostbite a habit
Elongated shades
Lifetimes of togetherness
corpses of morrows
Musketeers battling
My eyelids a moist valley
Future renderings
My mind sits so still
in flutter of a heartbeat
I hear thousand drums
Lilies in the night
sixty-six and six hundred
sacrificed in flight
Bottomless terror
Roots of nothingness prevail
Heart in black to sail
Pantomimes dance wild
I harbour within me child
of golden years dreamt
I scale back horrors
Endings rewind beginnings
Magic soars within
In scent’s memory
I can smell the spring coming
oozing out of trees
Tomorrow’s leaves fly
Crunch of green lift my feet slight
Windows heed doors’ cry
Reading of the poem:
Change clutches my gait;
motion in my mind imparts
traces in my heart
Footstep’s movement dwells
in otherworldly places
that my stride foretells
Eye follows a mark,
hand strokes hidden stirring lights
trail of footprint’s sights
Steps taken in haste
move the music of morrows
Bittersweet their taste
A walk on rainbows;
action of colourful flames
lisping loud my names
A threefold act shifts:
of me I am the decoy,
victim of the ploy
Reading of the poem:
Poets of the Fall - Moonlight Kissed
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku poetry prompt challenge with the words “move”, “step” and their synonyms. For more information and the contribution of other poets, please follow the link here.
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