Through the flying times I knelt – Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 28 May 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 into motion and carried by invisible winds, the song traces the gradual undoing of self through time. Through images of flight, wind, paper, breath, and migration, the song explores the erosion of identity as every passing hour rescinds another fragment of origin. Suspended between mortality and transformation, the piece moves through noir landscapes of memory, erosion and spiritual fatigue.
We are born Like in a whirlwind The hours strike Our birth’s time Like flame of burning candle Sketched in the tempest
[Verse] We are born like in a whirlwind The hours strike, our birth’s time rescind Like flame of a burning candle sketched in the tempest to handle
[Verse] We grow needs, the crowning of life wilting through what heart heeds in strife Within heated morrows I sow food for my own thought, me to know
[Verse] There are shades painted within me where I find alternates to see Possibilities to breathe slow scarcity of you while you grow
[Verse] We are born like paper airplanes From our shining selves none remains The winds all calm rip, the winds lift They set us alone and adrift
[Chorus] Holy grails within my faint grasp The air leaving me as I gasp Through the flying times I knelt my tidings the nails in wrists felt
[Verse] I am not, my death is open like a book, angular, folden Each corner is a tilting point where I die some more, to anoint
[Verse] The fate blind, she grants me token Of morrows where I lie broken A closed copy of myself saved within a deep-set narrow grave
[Verse] We are born like a flight of geese The Northern skies are ours to please As we yearn Southern, panicked flight lifts and casts us from left to right
[Verse] Fortune said she favours the brave I forgot mottos, she chose knave Oh, to wish upon a new day untainted by sigh in lung’s way
[Chorus] Holy grails within my faint grasp The air leaving me as I gasp Through the flying times I knelt my tidings the nails in wrists felt
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Noir Blues version Slow atmospheric blues with smoky emotional vocals, reverbed electric guitar and deep introspective mood Through the flying times I knelt – Noir 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. Through the flying times I knelt – 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 Through the flying times I knelt –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, Noir Trip-Hop influences.
Primitive reorganised – Cinematic Electronica, Cinematic Rock, Tribal Noir Electronica, Gothic Darkwave, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Songs created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 26 May 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
This poem reflects upon the growing disillusionment with a world driven by division, greed and primitive hostility rather than unity and compassion. Through surreal and animalistic imagery, it explores the corrosive effects of fanaticism, social aggression and religious intolerance, warning against the dangers of allowing fear and hatred to eclipse empathy, coexistence and collective human consciousness.
Futile world Throbbing to the beat Of unseen Hands too keen To smite rather than unite Split not gather sheep
[Verse] Throbbing to the beat of unseen Futile world waving hands too keen to smite rather than to unite Split not gather sheep to alight
[Verse] Buried deep, resolutions dead Wobbly knees and a woolly head The Eye barely grasps what it sees The mind lost distant on its knees
[Verse] Quick to bite, a dog-eat-dog world “Woman whore”, all abuse is hurled Wolves galore, rabies a constant The man with the largest jaws wins
[Chorus] Skipping through erratic halo Primitive reorganised slow The leaping frogs follow the lead the rest sit and wallow in greed They burn in two suns that simmer their frames like dark spiders wither
[Verse] No need for concern, stand at ease Weak to tease, your meek mind appease I gave up flicking through the fleas on bedraggled skin, none to please
[Verse] Holy din, the prayer excuse Right to abuse, the will to use Fanatic madness does bemuse The curdled blood my veins perfuse
[Chorus] Skipping through erratic halo Primitive reorganised slow The leaping frogs follow the lead the rest sit and wallow in greed They burn in two suns that simmer their frames like dark spiders wither
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬⚡ Cinematic Electronica version Cinematic electronica with deep pulsating bass, atmospheric synth textures, slow driving electronic rhythms and dystopian immersive atmosphere Primitive reorganised – Cinematic Electronica Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎬🤘Cinematic Rock version Cinematic rock with powerful riffs, drum kit, euphoric sounds, electric guitar and strings orchestra Primitive reorganised –Cinematic Rock Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🔥🌑Tribal Noir Electronica version Tribal noir electronica with deep ceremonial percussion, hypnotic bass rhythms and dark cinematic textures with immersive rhythmic intensity Primitive reorganised – Tribal Noir Electronica Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🕷️ Goth Darkwave version Gothic darkwave with haunting female vocals, deep synth bass, slow hypnotic percussion and dark atmospheric textures, ritualistic gothic intensity Primitive reorganised –Gothic Darkwave Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Noir Trip-Hop version Noir trip-hop, melancholic female vocals, deep emotional resonance, slow atmospheric fusion of hip-hop beats and electronic textures, haunting piano and bass Primitive reorganised –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 Cinematic Electronica, Cinematic Rock, Tribal Noir Electronica, Gothic Darkwave, Noir Trip-Hop influences.
Unbecome and Be (Blues, Cinematic, Indie Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 26 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 reflects upon the path to knowing oneself and uncovering the true self through stretching beyond the mind’s traps, shedding light on one’s shadow and conquering the falsehood of appearances.
The mind’s flow Individual Breaking down Components Parts peering through the glow The Self a construct
[Verse] Individual, the mind’s flow breaking down components to know Distinct parts peering through the glow like toy parts made for tell and show the Self a composite construct Remnants of the Self to destruct
[Verse] The composure is meaningless The Faith exists for the Faithless only as a useful con swept Breaching height as the faithful wept pitfalls of knowledge within forts all court martialled in steely courts
[Chorus] To instruct the fruit of sorrow on hunger game of tomorrow not biding by appearances unveil your genuine fragrances Through reconstructed Trinity Understand, Unbecome and Be
[Verse] Restore now in me my Kingdom Blue Dancer in the Tides to come Body lust, your way to my flesh will me free, clinging skin unmesh We walk together in three rows the shadow ruler to depose
[Verse] Soul abides by rules unwritten they beat in heart if you listen Hitting rock bottom, inside delve They painted the clear skies in twelve uncovered thirteen my stardom like bright wells planted in bosom
[Chorus] To instruct the fruit of sorrow on hunger game of tomorrow not biding by appearances unveil your genuine fragrances Through reconstructed Trinity Understand, Unbecome and Be
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Unbecome and Be – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Unbecome and Be – AI Cinematic 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. Unbecome and Be – 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, Cinematic and Indie influences.
Bitter happenings
of bleak landscapes of the mind
frozen in the core
Crisp thoughts of morrows
numbing the flow of heartbeats
biting raw of flesh
Icy winds swept fast
through the ebb and flow of time
They spelt love’s decline
Cool winter mornings
Chill of a frosty sunshine
dawned upon our souls
A dip into hope
Drops of wonder cut through doubt
A dive into faith
Your hands are so cold
Warm them upon my bosom
Pray fall into heart
Reading of the poem:
It is not often that I am at a loss for words as words are usually all that I have. I realised though that the ocean between us has made it difficult to communicate so I thought I should write what I feel. Perhaps you will read this one day or perhaps you are reading it just as I post it. I am not even sure that I will post it or that there will ever be a mailman to carry such a terrible weight of unrequited love and loss. There are places no human can go, not even in the mind. There are places that are better left to the domain of the untouched. There are places where my mind hovers in between disbelief and grief.
Do you remember the beginning ? Neither of us had questioned then the essence of what we shared. The unbearable lightness of your touch that grew into a lingering and then intense shared ecstasy. When I am alone, I revel in the memory of that touch, soothing and intense all at once. When I am alone, I feel your presence again lurking in the corners of my grief-stricken mind. When I am alone, I know that you will always be there if not in body then at least in soul. I know it is only the physical form of you that I have lost but even this weighs upon my heart filling me with a yearning that cannot be placated.
I tread often the winding path of broken memories trying to retrace how we got to this point of no return. I know that you had placed so much faith in my reaching the limits of the known and pushing beyond them to open the gates to the unknown. It was not just an esoteric experience, it was a matter of testing whether we were ready or not for the next stage. I know you placed so much faith in my abilities that you had been testing. So much was in stake and yet, despite all my love for you, I failed you. I remember you telling me that when you love someone you would do anything to be with them. I did everything I possibly could but yet I failed you and you vanished from my life.
There are days when the weather is mild and a soft breeze caresses my face startling me into the thought that you might be back, that if I open my eyes you would be there smiling at me again. Then I commit the mistake of actually opening them into the void of your absence. I sigh but at the same time feel your presence in your absence. It is like your absence negates itself because of the strength of the memories you left and the lingering presence of your soul that remains imprinted upon mine. Then there are days when all I wish for is for the sun to never rise again so that I may close my eyes to never open them again on a world where I can no longer see your smile.
When I think of it, it looked like such an easy test to know oneself and to act upon that knowledge. Little did I know that our human frailty blinds us to our true selves and that even when we think we know ourselves we are never able to really act upon that knowledge to the fullest extent required if our knowledge of ourselves is even slightly incomplete. You were expecting me to spread my wings and fly but I only saw them as a paper thin parchment, a relic of a past glory that would never be resumed. I tried to fly but was weighed down by the extent of my disbelief after a brief instant of taking off. In that fleeting moment of flight, I saw what it was like to be truly free.
Al Ghazali said « Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul which sometimes helps me and sometimes opposes me ». I never knew how right that quote was before my soul got entangled with yours and I was made to test the boundaries of my own limitations while my soul urged me onward, beyond the unthinkable. I never knew that the contentment I once derived from living a simple life would be erased by the smouldering memories of the time we shared together. I never knew that I would live to see a day where I would be without you in my life.
Today, I look upon those moments of our shared hope with the unflinching eye of sobriety. Yet my sobriety hurts me like that of a perpetually drunken sailor would if he were to stop drinking all at once. My withdrawal symptoms are not visible to the world, they are etched in my heart and mind where I shiver alone, shaking with the grief of your loss. I live my life in a fever-clad nightmare tossing and turning in my mind, yearning to relive that shared hope once more. I live my life in the unhappily pregnant moment of realisation that I failed you.
A million gaps compose my essence now making it impossible for me to be whole again. When you were there, you were the matter between my gaps binding me together and allowing me to move around in the world with a sense of purpose. All purpose disappeared when I failed you. I keep repeating to myself that in another life we will be together again but that litany does nothing to thwart the agony of your absence. I move from one paradoxical situation to another not sure whether I should laugh or cry or perhaps do both at once to finally relieve the perpetual tension that my heart relives.
One day, I will have grown strong enough to pass your test. I know now that there is no turning back from that test. Once started, it must be completed. I know that the day will come and even if you are no longer around to watch me do it, I will fly. I have chosen the spot and the time of the year. It will be at the peak of the Mount Kailash and just before the snow starts melting. I will gather my strength, my memories of you and of our time together and I will spread out my wings and fly. The wind will echo through my outstretched wings and the snow will carry my shadow to its destiny.
The next spring, the letter is found by her mother who cries at the thought of the agony her daughter went through without a soul knowing about it. Her daughter had never returned from her trip to the Mount Kailash. Nobody knows what happened as a body was never found. Perhaps she had finally been able to fly away to a better world in her own way. Perhaps one day her body would be found under a heap of snow. Perhaps she had decided to go on a very long trip elsewhere without telling anyone where she was going.
The mother raises the letter to her lips and closes her eyes. Behind her eyelids she can clearly see the image of her daughter flying against the backdrop of the beautiful Mount Kailash. A tear rolls from her cheek and falls on the letter causing the ink to blot. The blot looks like the peak of a snowy mountain. The mother slowly opens her eyes and seeing the blot smiles a wane smile. It is like a message from her daughter telling her that everything is alright and that she is indeed flying, high above the Mount Kailash, her faith in herself and her knowledge of herself at their peak.
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