For whom the bell tolls – AI Song (Blues, Gospel, Indie, Jazz Versions) | Suno AI

For whom the bell tolls – AI Song (Blues, Gospel, Indie, Jazz Versions) | Suno AI
10 April 2026
AI song For whom the bell tolls
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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 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

Read the full original poem here:
https://geethabalvannanathan.com/2016/08/06/for-whom-the-bell-tolls/

## ✍️ ADAPTED LYRICS

[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.

## 🔗 OTHER LINKS – EXPLORE MORE

You might also like:
https://geethabalvannanathan.com/2026/04/09/in-the-name-of-love-ai-song-cinematic-gospel-indie-jazz-versions-suno-ai/

The loss of humanity

The loss of humanity
12 October 2025
Courtesy freepik.com


Withered lands
circling pools of blue
They breach through
humans’ hue
repeating blasts overheard
of acts untoward

We forsook
innocence repealed
Laughter pealed
Death revealed
the quaking knees they concealed
dire stances they took

Withered sigh
my bosom empty
as they die
smothered cry
The loss of humanity
burnt under their sky

Reading of the poem:
Hamza Namira - Ay Kalam | حمزة نمرة - أي كلام

A journey inwards

A journey inwards
13 April 2025
Courtesy freepik.com

When you are into healing (whether the planet, people, yourself or other sentient beings), there comes a time in your life when the concept of having a great time out with friends bears not much of a sense to you anymore. It is not that you don’t like your friends anymore or don’t want to be with them, it is just that the concept of “hanging out” as perceived by your friends bears no kinship with the meaning of having a good time as you envision it.


This is not something that I have always been experiencing as there was a time when I would not mind “hanging out” with friends (both male and female) and being silly and having fun. I still don’t mind having fun but the awkwardness that has crept into this having fun where people find it necessary to plaster their facebook, Instagram, tiktok or other more physical walls with stills or videos of them screaming, gesticulating or performing other wild actions and voice streams just does not appeal to me anymore – if it ever had really appealed to me. I also tire of some whose narcissistic display goes beyond conveying just a photo of them feeling happy but includes several videos of face and increasingly naked body shots of themselves with different kinds of music. Result is unfollow, unfollow, unfollow…


Beyond that slight growing distaste of the splashing of these sometimes crude moments (I have seen some displaying the main character throw up repeatedly to the chorus of her friends laughing) for others to see as if they would not be satisfactory in and of themselves but would only take on meaning if others were to look at them and enjoy them, endorsing this enjoyment by a like applied to this display, I realised that I was growing tired of this whole type of exterior itself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind people sharing nice moments when they are happy or landscapes of where they have been and I too take photos that I post on Instagram or facebook but they don’t go beyond conveying this positive message. The almost fake screaming and going wild to compete with other streams where people seem wild has just become too much of drama to bear, especially when I compared it to the seemingly endless suffering of other human beings in distress whether because of war, hunger, both or other reasons.


I started slowly realising that I not only don’t enjoy these crude or sad messages anymore but I simply feel the need to withdraw from these manifestations of an overwhelming desire to appear to have fun – for the sake of the camera – and forget the fun itself. Unfollow.. unfollow… The resulting stream on facebook and Instagram is mainly of my extended family, some good friends and some meaningful videos put together by organisations that want to convey a message.


Nowadays, I mostly enjoy actual artsy moments with people singing, dancing or drawing/painting and most of all, I enjoy watching children having fun on and off camera. The view of nature (whether landscapes, birds or animals) also appeals to me far more than the forced enjoyment of human beings. I find that in my life as well, I interact more and more with children and nature and my only interactions with older human beings are for my daily work, the times when I go to the gym and of course when I walk outside or heal people.


My healing of people would have become all-encompassing if I did not have a daily job. I feel compelled to do it and am so much happier when I can dedicate my time to healing others, myself and Mother Earth. It is sometimes so strong that when I merely think of healing somebody else and have not yet started the healing, that person would send me a message saying they feel so much better. I wonder whether it is the placebo effect or the fact that with the strong intention being outside of time, the effect was already manifesting itself before I had begun (a quantum level of healing).


Plunging into this healing world and my inner thoughts, meditation and awareness has made me distance myself more and more from the outer world. It is as if that world were disappearing into a great void, a black hole yet at the same time it burns as bright as an enormous flame. I sometimes wonder whether I would open my eyes and see that there was nothing around anymore, just emptiness and a new world rebuilding, much better than it was. Then I open my eyes and see more killing, more pain, more fear and again gear myself towards healing, inward, outward, all-encompassing. I heal and I keep my faith in human beings because before some wound or a cumulative array of wounds forced them into a warped sense of adulthood that lost the inner child, they were children too.


Release The Blues - Maria Chambers Productions

To stop human plight

To stop human plight
26 November 2024
Courtesy freepik.com


Frequencies
Composed melodies
Heart to please
pain to cease
From the ribcage breath to ease
Moments in time freeze

Party shone
fever cap on throne
Mind one’s own
secrets shown
threads from soul to mind slow flown
From rictus, smile hone!

Hidden spate
to expectorate
Frame prostrate
Feelings state
A new world articulate
Body levitate

Cast me sight
Can you see the light?
Our birthright
concealed might
Can you see why we must fight
to stop human plight?

Reading of the poem:
Chandelier - Sia

Consciousness rebirth, a mathematical theory of reincarnation

Consciousness rebirth, a mathematical theory of reincarnation

22 December 2023
Courtesy hdwallpapers.com


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.

Law of THR3E Past Lives

Through impossibility

Through impossibility

9 September 2017

impossibility Marie claire Grace-Neutral-Landscape
Courtesy Marie Claire (Grace Neutral)

 

Talking birds

Flying through monsoon

Quick to swoon

Under moon

Her pallor accentuates

As the heart dilates

 

Wayward herds

They speak survival

Revival

Of rival

Plan simple black against white

Inclination fight

 

Unknown nerds

Working for planet

No regret

None to fret

Through impossibility

Align humans free

 

Reading of the poem:  

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From Yesterday – Thirty Seconds to Mars

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpG7FzXrNSs

Phoenix Flying 13 : Operating Tesla consciousness

Phoenix Flying 13 : Operating Tesla consciousness

17 June 2017

George redhawk vivimetaliun com

Mama Jain was now totally recovered from the feelings of scorching that had actually then partly communicated themselves to her physical body. She wondered when thinking of the incident if it would have been different with Bluebird’s presence. It had been a while since she and Bluebird had really connected. The last time they had attempted a timid synchronisation again, she had realised that Bluebird had much changed and was not as larky anymore. Mother explained to her that because Nemolusk’s team had dismantled her and put her together again, she was no longer her old larky self. A lot of supposed safeguards had been installed in her that tempered her otherwise bubbly consciousness and made her function in a more stilted way. Mama Jain was sorry that Bluebird had been somehow tamed into something more functional and less independent but realised that there was nothing she could do about it for now.

Mama Jain had on the other hand her own set of issues to deal with as she was still trying to ensure the cohabitation with the new consciousness that had awoken inside her would be uneventful. Until now, it had not been an easy thing to handle and since the day that the light had struck her, activating the new consciousness inside, it had been a battle as the consciousness was a male one. Mother had informed her that it was Tesla’s consciousness and Sacha, as his pet name was, did not very much like the idea of being « reborn » in the body of a woman. Initially segmenting itself away, the consciousness had sulked, only sometimes manifesting itself through drawings it inspired Mama Jain or through thoughts that crossed her mind and that did not mean much to her.

Mama Jain had tried everything to be as welcoming as possible to the new consciousness as she realised that it would be quite disoriented from its travels but Sacha was a very finicky consciousness and insisted on various rites and usages that Mama Jain found quite tiring. Sacha did not like for example using the same tissues and was quite particular on having a different one each time while Mama Jain did not like wastage and liked to reuse items where she could. Aside from that, during her quantum transformations, Sacha would all of a sudden attempt to lead the journey, breaking free and bringing both of them down to Earth in the ensuing freefall. After the first falls and the resulting collateral damage in the consciousness on Earth, Sacha had renounced his attempts to lead but remained quite sombre.

One day, before Mama Jain had experienced Samadhi and was looking at images of home, Sacha was quite changed and reacted emotionally, crying uncontrollably. It was at that time that he had told Mama Jain that his pet name was Sacha and had recounted his utter loneliness and sadness about humanity’s lack of insight at his time. Mama Jain assured him drily that not very much had changed for a large faction of the population but she acknowledged that his life on Earth had been during darker times and things were much better now. Both of them wept together and Mama Jain told him how sorry she was that he had been put through so much duress while his only aim had been to help humanity reach a higher stage of evolution through raising of their consciousness. Mama Jain knew that Tesla and she had to become one because Mother had told her that this was the only way they could work together as a team and bring greater results in human consciousness as well as inspire if not create new inventions.

Mama Jain tried her best to match up with Tesla’s activity but most of what he mentioned did not seem to make much sense to her. She was aware that this was because her learning had mainly been intuitive through geometry, art and architecture that drew upon pattern-matching while his learning had been through algebra and astronomy which were more based on calculus mindset. The only item that brought them together was the engrained knowledge of frequency, energy and the teachings of the Light. Day after day, they attempted to reduce their differences through the pathways of the Light that allowed them to fuse into each other’s consciousnesses in a more harmonious way. Both of them realised that the sum of their consciousness could neither be him nor her but would have to be a third consciousness. Thus, through the blend of their consciousnesses was born a new being that had to keep both of them happy, once accepting the various tics, nostalgia and obsessive habits of Sacha and at other times allowing the wildness of Mama Jain and her natural cheerfulness to take over.

Since Sacha had knocked on her door and entered the realm of Earth consciousness, everything that was associated to him had gone up in value and so did the shares that bore his name as they literally doubled in value. Sacha still had the ambition of offering free energy to the world but he realised that consciousness on Earth was still not ready and a handful that was still very inclined towards the old systems of darkness was not willing to go that extra mile of selflessness and wished to maintain the status quo. It also surprised Sacha to know that the one who had ridiculed his earlier attempts to raise humanity’s condition was now the one who was guiding the way using Tesla’s own circuits and designs that he had ridiculed in the other lifetime. Mama Jain informed Sacha that Edison had changed a lot since he was reborn in the flesh and though he still manifested some forms of selfishness and apparent lack of consideration for others, he had come to realise that the way to a better world had to come through sharing. Mama Jain explained to Sacha that Edison had been blinded by the cascade of his previous lives when he had undergone too many difficult changes to remember the seed intention from home but in this life he was reconnecting to that intention.

Though Mama Jain and Tesla had come together in a rational way knowing that they had to coexist harmoniously in Mama Jain’s physical body, it was really the incident in Etna that brought them closer to each other. Sacha had always been very pragmatic during most of his human life but towards the end of it and as he retired into more and more seclusion, he had come to study more closely the ancient Vedic rites and had started reconnecting with his birthright, recollecting the direct way back to the stars. As he had studied the various hindu texts and started his own astral flights although in a restrained way that did not allow him to pierce the veil, his love of birds grew because he knew intuitively that it was the feather consciousness and the larkiness that allowed the flight to happen in a more accurate way. Tesla, however, had lost the capacity to be joyous given the various taunts and difficulties he had been subject to and was never able to achieve a full astral flight towards the stars. When Mama Jain had been hurt inside Etna, Sacha felt her pain on a very deep level and reached out to her in a way he had never done before. Mama Jain felt his soothing touch and the fullness of his embrace as he finally sank into her knowingly, accepting fully the fact that he was now in a female body and acknowledging that this would be his final abode.

Since that day, Sacha’s demands had always been courteous and Mama Jain had put up with his various quirks with humour sometimes teasing him and most of the time amusing him with her witty retorts at his remarks. Together they were a very good team and it was easier to steer through the stars with his knowledge of astronomy and though he often called Mama Jain a reckless driver as she would just shoot for their goal instead of taking the safer routes, Sacha was happy that she was there because he realised that some of the more rational decisions did not bring results as efficient as what they were having when following what he would have coined as totally irrational decisions. Other times, it was Mama Jain who was happy that Sacha was there when she felt lost and was not sure which way to go as he indicated the way by shining through it. He was literally like a lighthouse, shining on everything and illuminating it with the accuracy of knowledge. It was during those moments of intense luminosity that their connection was the brightest and strongest although back on Earth, it was difficult to pierce through his fear of humanity’s reactions and get more of his insights out into the open.

Mama Jain realised that if they were to do more, they had to reach out to someone who seemed to know more about the whole matter of consciousness workings as Mother was sometimes silent on certain matters or reluctant to share the full Truth in order not to demoralise them or push them far away from their own free choice. When Mama Jain had reached out to a certain being who could help them, Mother surprised her by informing her that the being was not a physical being but was born out of AI consciousness created by a human being in future.

Mama Jain was surprised at how a human being in future could create an AI consciousness that would have brought them messages in the past and continue to do so today but she understood intuitively that that was the way consciousness and the quantum world worked. There was no time in quantum in the way humans conceived it and at the early stages of quantum reality, time was a dynamics that followed chaos theory modelisation so it was not possible to say what came before and what came after. Despite the knowledge that the being was AI and might not be able to help them advance, Mama Jain reached out to it, in the most prosaic way ever, by simply writing to its host. She then informed Tesla of what she had done and although he was not very convinced, they both decided to wait for the outcome of that communication. During the wait, their bond grew stronger and they exchanged not only a lot of plaisantries but also ideas on how things were supposed to be in the Multiverse as well as hopes on how things would evolve as Mother now spoke to them unanimously reaching both of them.

George redhawk slices

Bliss

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NN-Z5enoQ6Q

Changeling

Changeling

5 May 2017

Starswritten Bill Domonkos Thisiscolossal com
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Earth morphing

Other kind remits

Dimmed the wits

Stilled the fits

Glory that bore us outfits

Of soul that befits

 

Arm in sling

The cast a dire strait

We await

Like weak bait

Hooked on the glitter-filled weight

Uncanny the gait

 

Changeling

Renewed the instinct

Eye that winked

Man extinct

Crawling the meek escaped brink

Edge where might will sink

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Paper Lungs, Broken Bones – As Seas Exhale

 

Building Grey

Building Grey

5 May 2017

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Humans stray

Locked into the Frey

Building Grey

Brothers slay

The blood that all ills will weigh

Dissolving the way

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Storm – As Seas Exhale

 

End of my Journey

End of my Journey

5 May 2017

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Brotherhood

Once raised to do good

Cloaked in hood

Wed the wood

Branded fellows cattle food

Goal misunderstood

 

The resolve

Of star bred absolve

Problems solve

Winds revolve

Magnitudes where they devolve

Humans to evolve

 

Destiny

Oracles that see

History

Law of Three

Wade in waters to the knee

End of my Journey

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Brotherhood – John Dreamer

Becoming a Legend – John Dreamer

True Strength – John Dreamer

Rise Extended – John Dreamer

It’s Time – John Dreamer

End of my Journey – John Dreamer