A deathly pallor – AI Song (Blues, Cinematic, Gospel Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 2 May 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed this original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for an AI-generated song using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the AI-generated musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem explores the unravelling of a self, shaped by excessive forgiveness, and the rebuilding required to become someone who no longer offers the other cheek..
Night’s sky breathed aloud Jasmine like a streak of light Called to the wild side An intake of wilderness Throbbed in my mind’s eye again
[Verse] Night’s sky breathed aloud so slight Jasmine like a streak of light called to the wild side earnest An intake of wilderness throbbed in my mind’s eye again as it struggled within fen
[Verse] The owl hooted once its plight its cry silenced by the night that prepared for coming doom impending outcomes that loom Knell rang on as I knelt riled neither submissive nor wild
[Verse] The rose felt its thorns to grate through darkness that hid its gait Pictures In reminiscence shuddered with stark remembrance Dropping against my mindscape they plotted map for escape
[Chorus] Remnants of us glowed afresh ghostly ink against pink flesh A deathly pallor unsightly gaunt cheek though pale stood firmly Its twin it offered no more no retreating to before
[Verse] The lanterns hissed out their sprites as storms danced into their lights Darkness then prevailed curtained Cloak of night like a fog reigned a while as I let it creep within bosom bleak and deep
[Verse] Winds blew their hearts forever in clouds that scattered silver Bright coins strewn in sky as dots pennies would have outweighed thoughts as they roamed without purpose like eyes on giant argus
[Chorus] Remnants of us glowed afresh ghostly ink against pink flesh A deathly pallor unsightly gaunt cheek though pale stood firmly Its twin it offered no more no retreating to before
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. A deathly pallor – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. A deathly pallor – AI Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. A deathly pallor – AI Gospel Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno AI, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Blues, Cinematic and Gospel influences.
Alpha and Omega - AI Song (Blues, Gospel, Indie Versions) | Suno AI 17 April 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed this original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for an AI-generated song using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the AI-generated musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem explores themes of the human games some with power play and the ever-repeated desire of humans to acquire god-like powers.
Sinking nothings They call out to mind Of lesser importance names Only the calling A matter of speeches
[Verse] They call out to mind nothings sinking Matter of speech only the calling Of lesser importance mundane names The crisscross patterns show off the games
[Verse] The sight reaches into outer skies where unrestrained lie the strident cries of the soaring birds that slow fall dead their mighty wings turned burdens of lead
[Verse] I am falling into your bosom descent mortality’s contraption My mind ponders how sweet is this death To stop time living within your breath
[Chorus] We build castles where dreams peak in surge Blinding sight of Humanity’s urge Harness remnants in the twin towers Alpha and Omega’s raw powers
[Verse] Tomorrows whirl we are lone breathers Mossy Earth playground of the reapers deathly calls are made to our still bones zooming in reality Time hones
[Verse] Joining deltas only uncertain Leads the hand of Death through the curtain The strike of scythe tainted veils restrain Marginal cuts diluted the pain
[Chorus] We build castles where dreams peak in surge Blinding sight of Humanity’s urge Harness remnants in the twin towers Alpha and Omega’s raw powers
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Alpha and Omega – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. Alpha and Omega – AI Gospel Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌿 Indie version An indie interpretation with a softer, reflective tone, incorporating Asian instruments for a distinctive sound. Alpha and Omega – AI Indie Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno AI, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Blues, Gospel and Indie influences.
Dissolution time – AI Song (Blues, Gospel, Indie, Versions) | Suno AI 14 April 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed this original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for an AI-generated song using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the AI-generated musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem explores themes of witchcraft, spellwork and acquisition of second sight leading to understanding of alternate realities.
Mind racking Shelves of solutions Magic books Sever hooks Tales twisted by clever crooks Opportunities
[Verse] Mind racks shelves of solutions Magic books contributions Tales twisted by clever crooks Opportunities breed hooks
[Verse] Spell woman code in heart’s light Spirit spells nothing to fight Only the heart shines bright through The key to skies in the clue
[Chorus] All the magic in the rhyme where the quakes meet pantomime shudders replicating chime minds set dissolution time
[Verse] Eye sees spark within sorrows The heart sees only morrows Crossing over skulls and bones into new alleys of stones
[Verse] Shake hard dreamtime creation I breed minstrels’ elation Wilting bard now composes more than the feat of Moses
[Chorus] All the magic in the rhyme where the quakes meet pantomime shudders replicating chime minds set dissolution time
[Verse] Set in skies, we have our ways Chimera Bellerophon slays splitting they shatter the lies breaking all the earthly ties
[Verse] Brittle ends beginning death slow promise of pining breath Frantic measures peak at noon future world granted as boon
[Chorus] All the magic in the rhyme where the quakes meet pantomime shudders replicating chime minds set dissolution time
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Dissolution time – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. Dissolution time – AI Gospel Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌿 Indie version An indie interpretation with a softer, reflective tone, incorporating Asian instruments for a distinctive sound. Dissolution time – AI Indie Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno AI, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Blues, Gospel and Indie influences.
The old souls’ chronicles 6 : the great calm restored 15 November 2025
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Tony caught Aron’s body just before it hit the ground. He had not thought it would be a good idea to leave Aron all alone but he had had to agree to give him the possibility of processing his grief fully on his own. Although most of the youngsters after his generation had foregone their right to experience fully emotions, especially the negative ones, he had felt that Aron was different and deserved a chance to process his feelings fully even though it was grief. Tony had never thought that the chancellor’s suggestion of a new world without too many emotions was a good solution. The chancellor had made it seem like it was the heightened feelings, especially the negative ones that caused all the problems in the world like wars, distorted enactments of feelings such as with psychopaths or sociopaths, all the terrible things that criminals would do, animated by anger, hatred and all other negative feelings.
With the first generation, it had been a mass administration of drugs coupled with lobotomy-like procedures in order to dull the new generation’s feelings and reduce their emotional responses. A generation later, it was mainly drugs and after that, it was through processes akin to eugenics. Tony and his wife Hegat were one of the couples that had chosen to stay the way they were, able to emote freely and increasingly getting a select status of being called “the old souls” because they were the last of the old generation that was able to freely feel and express their feelings. They never gave in to all the solicitations of lobotomy or drug use to make their emotions softer, but preferred to stay the way they were, capable of feeling the whole range of emotions up to their most extreme levels. In fact, not only did they retain their feelings but they also developed the skill of conveying such feelings to others through touch and worded expressions.
Tony looked at Aron. So much for creating a generation of youngsters who did not feel too much or seek to have negative feelings he thought. Here was one of those youngsters, one of the first generation that had had negative emotions removed both by procedures and drugs, yet he had some of those negative feelings left and wanted to experience one of the stronger more negative ones such as grief. The remainder of his generation only felt a sense of justice and equanimity and the chancellor had created generations of obedient fun-loving youngsters who only lived for the mild fun of a certain series of acts but did not care for what was happening at the top nor ever want to contest any of its rulings. This was how you governed easily a population, he thought, by creating them incapable of strong feelings.
Tony pressed his palms against Aron’s temples and started massaging them while speaking to him soothingly about love and how it alleviated all negative emotions. He told him that even though his wife had died, the love she had for him had never died and was present all throughout their home. He told him to try to gain access to these feelings. With a small swipe of his hands around the room, Tony collected the feelings of love that were still present throughout it and passed them onto Aron’s temples and his occipital region. Aron reacted with a shiver and a smile started spreading across his lips before he opened his eyes, slowly gathering the scene around him. His eyes met Tony’s eyes and tears welled in them as he realised Tony had saved him. He felt the love swarm into his chest and fill him with a sense of relief and happiness. This was not the fun feeling that most of his generation experienced but a full blown sensation of happiness. Inside him a great calm was now replacing the relief and happiness he had felt. It was as if nothing could ever break him again and he felt like he had evolved in such a short time into a different kind of being, stronger, more resilient, more capable of feeling things almost like the old souls.
"Once again" - Short Dance Film / Stefano Terrazzino & Paulina Biernat / Music: Abel Korzeniowski
She decided to clean things up more but in a different way as she could not bear the idea of sitting on the couch where the bulky dead man had sat. She took some Dettol wipes and went over the whole couch after stripping it from the covers she had put on it. She stripped the floor of all the carpets and set about cleaning the floor with the Dettol wipes which had a flowery smell to them. She scrubbed and scrubbed until her fingers ached. She realised she was letting her old OCD based behaviour come back because of this incident. She had never been able to stomach the smell of blood nor the sight of it oozing out of wounds. Her work at the unit was mainly intelligence based as well as catching criminals and she had fired her gun only a few times.
She washed her hands and decided that she would feel better after a good warm bath. She filled the tub with hot water, added some Epsom salts and a bit of cold water before she eased herself into it. The water and the salts started relaxing her aching muscles. All these hectic incidents were getting the better of her nerves. She wondered if she had done the right thing by leaving Dubai and getting to London where it was more difficult to hide from both her previous unit and from the ISWAP as well as Boko Haram. It seemed they were getting to her all too easily. She also wondered why Al Shabab would want to take down a head of a Boko Haram unit.
She was well aware that Boko Haram and Al Shabab were not exactly friends but she had never thought before that they would turn against one another rather than uniting against the Western world. Would it not make more sense for them to unite their strengths in order to have a stronger impact against the non-believers that they were looking to castigate? She heard a strange noise in her living room and froze. Who was this now? Boko Haram had already been there and her unit normally would not sneak into her apartment as they had their cameras everywhere and very likely already knew what had happened in the road outside as well as what had gone on in her flat. She had realised that they only wanted to monitor everything, especially Boko Haram movements and they did not seem keen on actually catching Manas.
She rose slowly from the bath, trying to make the least noise possible. She reached out to her gun which was on the chair next to the bath tub. Her gown was hanging on the wall opposite the bath tub and she doubted she would have the time to reach it. She wiped her feet on the rug to ensure she did not slip stupidly and make it easier for the intruder to overcome her. She held the gun at the level of her face, pointing it outward, determined to kill whoever it was in the living room. Her heart was racing as it had been a while since she had killed anyone directly. She burst into the living room gun cocked and ready to shoot and found herself face to face with a young black man who was pointing his gun at her...
The Malachite curse 6 : I know who killed Cuifen 15 August 2025
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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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