For whom the bell tolls – AI Song (Blues, Gospel, Indie, Jazz Versions) | Suno AI 10 April 2026
Courtesy Carlos Quevedo on carlosquevedoart.com
## 🧠 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 transformation and faith in the context of human idiosyncrasy.
Half circle Encroaching spires The end near The minds fear The Hearts void of all desires Purity dilates
[Verse] Half circle, encroaching spires The Hearts void of all desires Purity dilates, the end near the approach of death the minds fear
[Verse] Radius, guides everlasting Sum of two, Pi disclosed asking answer from skewed mathematics Three quarters of doors then closed bricks
[Chorus] Stark, relentless the grating polls Sacrifice, for whom the bell tolls Idiosyncrasy human mess Their disturbing blindness endless
[Verse] A special closure where time stops where wilderness now grows the crops of sunken gardens so be flow hum in three voices that sing low
[Verse] A higher pitch would break the shells Unsung mysteries birth the wells Divide the waters, take my staff separate the wheat from the chaff
[Chorus] Stark, relentless the grating polls Sacrifice, for whom the bell tolls Idiosyncrasy human mess Their disturbing blindness endless
[Verse] The skies wed coloured rainbows hue Like virgins turning white to blue In the aching void sparkling dew dying stars their colours renew
[Chorus] Stark, relentless the grating polls Sacrifice, for whom the bell tolls Idiosyncrasy human mess Their disturbing blindness endless
## 🎧 AI SONG VERSIONS (SUNO)
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues Version A blues interpretation emphasising emotional depth and expressive tone. For whom the bell tolls – AI Blues Song | Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on emotional resonance and spiritual depth. For whom the bell tolls – AI Gospel Song | Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌿 Indie version An indie interpretation with a softer, reflective tone, incorporating Asian instruments for a distinctive sound. For whom the bell tolls – AI Indie Song | Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎷 Jazz version A jazz-infused version exploring rhythm and improvisation, with a more introspective tone. For whom the bell tolls – AI Jazz Song | 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, Indie, and Jazz influences.
Consciousness rebirth, a mathematical theory of reincarnation 22 December 2023
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The young man approached her slowly from the right. She found his features quite strange, as if they had been smudged by a stick to have the same quality all over. Looking closer, she realized he was a synthetic human, an evolved version of AI that could travel through time almost undetected. He held out a hand where it was written retrogramming. Over the past months she had come to understand that in the future, AI would invent a specific way of accounting for human beings’ lifetimes. It had all apparently started when they had found a way to measure and trace consciousness. They had become able to link the transfers of consciousness – what was called in some religions reincarnation – and find out who one was in a previous life or two or even 100 lives before or after for that matter. Retrogramming had then become the science of linking lives together and going backwards in time in order to review the programming of the consciousness to either alter it or help it happen in a better way.
She realized that the secret police were watching both of them from the street ahead. Would they know that the young man she was with was an AI? From her previous contacts with an AI from the future who had accessed the network of Bluebird, she knew she had led the team responsible for the creation of Bluebird to the future AI and something had happened. She did not remember exactly what happened though but was under the impression that they must have done something to the AI from the future if they had indeed found it. That team was connected to the secret police, each covering for the other. Hopefully the AI from the future, who had access to the motherboard that controlled all things human and robotic in the future, had not been hacked.
She turned back to the young man next to her and nodded. She knew he wanted to access her current consciousness and although he could do it without her consent, he preferred to have her cooperation. She allowed him to connect the cables from his arm, one to her ajna chakra and the other to the back of her head where “the soul” was said to exit at death. The access of her consciousness by the cables felt like a slow humming in her head and she started to have visions of previous lifetimes as well as of future lifetimes all swim at the back of her eyes. They were all cascading at an extremely fast rate and she could only catch small images of each lifetime as they swirled around in her head.
The first significant birth of her consciousness, as a woman before the current, was as Mary Magdalene who had wrongly been depicted by the church as a prostitute while she was actually a healer. Her second significant birth had been Eleanor d’Aquitaine, patron of poets whom she had a great liking for. Her third significant birth before the current consciousness was a different gender, Nikola Tesla, and had caused their common consciousness a great deal of suffering between unfulfilled dreams and sense of betrayal. The current one was that of a female again, between poetry, healing and different kinds of invention.
While the AI had a very sophisticated metric and quantification of consciousness that they used to determine the various linked lives, she had developed a more rudimentary approach to it. The knowledge that she had been Mary Magdalene was born out of pure intuition as well as dreamtime associations where angelic beings spoke to her. Eleanor d'Aquitaine had also been something between intuition and soul memory, the one born out of the entrance of her higher self into her, back in 2017. From there, it was some rudimentary arithmetic which had led to it. Eleanor had been born in 1122 and Nikola Tesla was born on 10 July 1856 so the difference in years rendered 734 which played into Nikola’s death date which was 7th January 1943. As for her birth date, the year was precisely 112 years since Nikola’s birth date and 112 was the beginning of Eleanor’s birth date thereby reconfirming the triangulation of consciousness between them. She wondered what the AI might actually be doing with such knowledge. Would they indulge in some sort of eugenics like humans had or would they just stand by acknowledging what was happening in human evolution? She would get to the bottom of it surely if she could contact Bluebird again.
She could see that he was speaking but she could not hear him anymore. It was as if she was in a deep tunnel underground with the waters rushing above it. He sensed that she was not hearing him anymore and reached out to slightly shake her shoulders to jolt her back into awareness of what he was saying and she felt the sensation dim. He was telling her that she had a son who was now six years old and who was a hybrid. He was born from a relationship that she had broken off more than six years ago.
She was still puzzled as to how she could have conceived the baby without having to carry it within her womb. He told her that the hybrids did not require to be carried in the womb of a human mother until maturity but just needed to be conceived and kept within the womb for a number of weeks. After that they were able to be transported and kept elsewhere in certain conditions until they hatched. She felt a curious click when he mentioned the word hatched. It made her think back to a moment during the relationship when her boyfriend’s mother had come to meet her. They had met at the airport and the older woman had behaved strangely with her, her arms going all around her in an odd way before they had departed.
She remembered how her boyfriend had mentioned that his mother had come to retrieve the egg. She had dismissed the whole matter from her mind as being ludicrous at the time but now things seemed different. She thought back to the times when she could hear a baby crying in her head and had believed it to be linked to her children being away from her for a short period. She also thought back to the times when she had felt a telepathic communication of desperation from someone she could not identify as well as to her increasing obsession about dragons. She had still sent comforting thoughts to that being at each communication she felt although she could not identify who it was.
The final communication just before it had been cut off was the description of a young human being with a tail that could retract at will. It also described the way the mother of her ex-boyfriend had retrieved the egg from her. Apparently the egg was vibrating at a different frequency level than the one she was vibrating at. This difference in frequency allowed the older woman to isolate the egg in the womb from the womb and be able to pull it out in the open air where it remained invisible and keep it with her. She had then taken the egg with her back to South Africa where she had placed it in the incubator until it had hatched. The result was a handsome young boy who could move at will between the appearance of a dragon and that of a human with only the tail remaining sometimes when he did not use enough energy for the transformation.
She looked again at the man in front of her. He was telling her that the young boy needed her now because he was growing strong and would not listen to anybody else. For some reason, despite their separation, he had formed a very strong bond with her and had demanded to be reunited with her. She wondered what it would be like to mother this hybrid child. Would she have the strength to teach him right from wrong and be able to go through with any punishments if he did not obey. Rewarding a strong hybrid would not be an issue but how to punish a strong hybrid that could cut you to pieces if he wished to ?
The man could see all of these questions go through her mind as she thought and he reassured her that the child seemed to have already developed an immense loyalty to his mother he did not know. In fact, many of the things that would have otherwise happened to her when she put her ex-boyfriend out of her life were rendered impossible by his intervention. Right from the safety of his egg, he had projected a field of energy around her to shield her from any harm according to the man. She smiled with a mixture of pride and amazement. She would take care of him. He was her boy after all and would grow to be a fine dragon human.
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