Freelancer – Cinematic, Dark Folk, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 16 July 2026
Image credit: Tomasz Alen Kopera
## 🧠 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
Freelancer reflects on the freedom to think beyond inherited certainties. Through symbols of shadow and light, angels and dice, the poem explores the tension between conformity and inner discernment, questioning rigid beliefs while embracing the humility that accompanies higher awareness. It celebrates the courage to stand between opposing certainties, trusting the deeper flow of destiny and recognising that true freedom lies not in choosing sides, but in remaining open to wisdom wherever it may lead.
They work blind Their tools are hammers Mouth unkind Sullen face Words they spew are of disgrace For crushed soul stammers
[Verse] Within the backyards, they work blind Their tools are hammers, mouth unkind For crushed soul stammers, sullen face The words they spew are of disgrace
[Verse] Shadow race, they crawl the Earth slow It is not theirs, the High and Low Like sparrow announcing the rain, they scrape relentless tides of pain
[Chorus] Who should win? In love all is fair Questions brim within, choice to bear Leaving it to chance, I ponder Reckless, dices cast, Freelancer
[Verse] Others fly, Wings beacon of light illuminating deep the night Round the clock the daytime they ply soaring Angels high in the sky
[Verse] Merry hearts, their high-pitched songs float silken sound ushered from the throat Life stills as it starts above gloom Their souls filled gladness, they shun doom
[Verse] I stand poised, neither here nor there in between Light’s slices repaired There is more to it than is seen Balance to lead dance slow, pristine
[Chorus] Who should win? In love all is fair Questions brim within, choice to bear Leaving it to chance, I ponder Reckless, dices cast, Freelancer
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Cinematic version Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes Freelancer – 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. Freelancer – 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 Freelancer – 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.
Not at Home – Noir Blues, Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 26 June 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
"Not at Home" explores the strange feeling of belonging everywhere and nowhere at once. Nature mirrors the inner landscape as seasons, blood, poison and renewal become metaphors for the slow transformation of consciousness. Beneath the weariness lies a quiet certainty that home is not a place but a forgotten state of being rediscovered through awareness as the journey continues toward the Source.
The garden Withers from the sun It once breathed Shining bright The same rays give life and death All is in dosage
[Verse] The garden withers from the sun The same rays give life and death spun shining bright, all in dosage weaved Freedom in meadows it once breathed
[Verse] Drop by drop, even venom cures through effect of poison endured Coursing through its lines, plastic face renews slow the lost youthful grace
[Verse] Drip by drip, the blood exchanges Old for new, they were few sages Now they scurry throughout Earth scarred Ants in royal hills crawling marred
[Verse] Pulse by pulse, we measure other Muffled nothingness to smother Of all the lost feelings the sum The heartbeat a keen constant drum
[Verse] Pace by pace I gain momentum Consistence the known tedium Daily inching towards lost hope while this Earth I roam tired, to cope
[Chorus] Not at Home, invisible dome compresses me into a pome Giant lookout post suppresses the eyes in all the Cypresses
[Verse] Not at Home, lost in wilderness Green ivy enchains me suppressed into the thickest of the fear As I look for keys to hope steer
[Verse] Not at Home, the padlock still creaks though I oil its hinges that leak Stealing myself through thin holes’ slits for a glance at home as it flits
[Verse] The elders, they make slow their way Brash generations live today their young minds waver as they churn Soul cringes upon the return
[Verse] Not at Home, no lessons are learnt Humourless plaything, bridges burnt I chase my tail like a fool Amnesia the only tool
[Chorus] Not at Home, invisible dome compresses me into a pome Giant lookout post suppresses The eyes in all the Cypresses
## 🎧 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 Not at Home – Noir Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎸 Cinematic version Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes Not at Home – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Not at Home – 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, Cinematic and Trip-Hop influences.
Naked tale foretold – Cinematic, Dark Folk, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 11 June 2026
Courtesy Brad Kunkle trac2015 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
Set against a city of shifting tales and glittering illusions, this song explores the fragile boundary between admiration and deception. Through images of fading kingdoms, ravens, blood-red plains and shimmering gold, it reflects on the distortions of memory, the seduction of vanity, and the hidden costs of misplaced trust. Part remembrance, part reckoning, it follows the lingering echoes of a relationship whose beauty and darkness became woven too closely together.
Spoken thoughts Saturating words They misspell Past intent Agony souls underwent Disdain bleak feature
[Verse] Disdain bleak feature of the herds spoken thoughts saturating words They often misspell past intent all agony souls underwent
[Verse] City of tales bent finding how dark creature lies a solemn vow Middle Earth become its fiefdom stark shades of the greying kingdom
[Chorus] Your shimmer rivalling with gold Iridescent frame, standing bold on the brink of vanity’s hold Shuddering naked tale foretold
[Verse] Memory thickens the whirlpools Amnesia’s work its daily tools The heart spent in rivers of woe as heartbeats’ quiver unwinds slow
[Verse] Plains awash with red of the blood curdling loss of life, the eyes flood Expunged in the shining pearl’s white the drops wild scatter through the night
[Verse] We will meet when the ravens crow through midnight’s call vibrating slow When early rays summon eyes’ sight to twinkling mornings past the light
[Chorus] Your shimmer rivalling with gold Iridescent frame, standing bold on the brink of vanity’s hold Shuddering naked tale foretold
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Naked tale foretold– Cinematic 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 Naked tale foretold – 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 Naked tale foretold –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.
The drum rolls preceded the fight sound of thunder within the night fireworks infusing the dark light ignition of dome that caves in
Two allies join in Middle Earth ravaging lands unto the firth seeking to establish new hearth perhaps but violence is heard
Kill for kill is set on repeat Some wage wars in pregnant deceit neither faction accepts defeat eye for eye and we all are blind
Alliances lead to new norms society acquires other forms new stances of people in swarms freedom pierces through the black veils
Reading of the poem:
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes Ovi poetry challenge using the word “defeat” as inspiration. For information on the rules and to read more poems please visit this link
Azam Ali & Loga Ramin Torkian- BARAYE ft. Hamed Nikpay, Mamak Khadem, Arash Avin, Mahsa Ghassemi
I am becoming a Tree
My arms extended in calling
I branch out in verses
they are shiny fruits hanging
high and low in perspectives
alternating light and dark
I am becoming a Tree
My trunk plants its roots in a garden
I witness moss growing on my feet
they disappear softly within green
circles of brown dissolve within its sheen
Totem of tomorrow’s world sprouts
I am becoming a Tree
Wide branches from keen twigs
absorb the sunshine in waves
they cast no shadows on the seekers
gathering around my rivulets
My waters are shared with all
I am becoming a Tree
I am sunshine and rain
I gather feathers and fluff
as the nightbirds hold in me home
Sizzling thoughts in me roam
I bear the smooth and the rough
I am becoming a Tree
I climb giddily towards the skies
Though my roots coil me to the ground
in sweet harmonious belonging
my leaves rustle in the clouds
I am bustling prayers and shrouds
Reading of the poem:
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