Rebirth out of lies – Cinematic, Folk, Indie Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 2 June 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
Set in the twilight between what was and what is becoming, this poem traces a journey of inner transformation. Wings heal, hidden codes unravel, and the self is reforged through struggle and revelation. Guided by an inner voice that chooses creation over conflict, it celebrates the quiet alchemy that turns hardship into beauty and gives rise to a new way of seeing the world.
They beat fast The heart’s pulsations At the throat Like a bird When the clipped wings have grown back First flight to freedom
[Verse] They beat fast the heart’s pulsations at the throat, like bird’s convulsions When clipped wings have lastly grown back first flight to freedom from closed track
[Verse] Twenty-three pairs now unfolding coils floating, twisting and turning The changes, they don’t come easy forging another one leesy
[Chorus] Within the twilight unfolding Like a novel of Sir Golding The true heart sees all that begins Rebirth out of lies, wager wins
[Verse] Decoded secrets of my spine Time for peace not war I opine cast skirmishes as I retreat Talk wonders in the surging heat
[Verse] I am sword forged in cool iron Liquefied Blue matter to turn weapon through my cutting edges beaten white upon life’s ridges
[Verse] Create word says my inner voice The poet composes all joys From gutter makes bed of roses content that beauty imposes
[Chorus] Within the twilight unfolding Like a novel of Sir Golding The true heart sees all that begins Rebirth out of lies, wager wins
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Rebirth out of lies – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌾 Folk version A folk interpretation of the song, focusing on acoustic textures and a more intimate, stripped-down sound that highlights the lyrical and emotional core. Rebirth out of lies – Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌿 Indie version An indie interpretation with a softer, reflective tone, incorporating plaintive cello and violin sounds for a distinctive indie sound. Rebirth out of lies – Indie 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, Folk and Indie influences.
Every Magic word – AI Song (Blues, Indie Folk, Dream Pop, Noir Trip-Hop Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 20 May 2026
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Every Magic word – AI Song (Blues, Indie Folk, Dream Pop, Dreamy Trip-Hop Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 20 May 2026
## 🧠 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 gradual loss of wonder, dreams and emotional freedom as adulthood settles beneath the weight of routine and responsibility. Through nostalgic and melancholic imagery, it explores how reconnecting with the inner child and preserving the enchantment once found in stories, imagination and innocence may help restore meaning, resilience and hope in later life.
Our burdens The sum of sorrows We carry Their dead gait Knees caving under the weight Of wasted morrows
[Verse] Our burdens, the sum of sorrows they reek of the wasted morrows We carry solemn their dead gait knees caving under their great weight
[Verse] Open heart, let the sorrow drip From enlarged chest to the feet’s tip Like the falling rain kissing Earth see in their embrace the rebirth
[Verse] Of inner children, we were once the kings of playgrounds to ensconce dark stringent marks of Time, chests bare still unwoven threads, laid down hair
[Chorus] Dreams dreamt, lost in mists, blown in winds The paper scattered now rescinds every Magic word read in books Its golden ink now glossed in brooks
[Verse] We danced with winds that shook all fires within heart carving desires the mind a wild bird, Soul carefree the body gripped in dancing spree
[Verse] Bleak routine settling in with hooks anchored us within quiet nooks Of larky times, now rooted feet Day by day we face slow defeat
[Chorus] Dreams dreamt, lost in mists, blown in winds The paper scattered now rescinds every Magic word read in books Its golden ink now glossed in brooks
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A midnight blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character with a smoky vibe. Every Magic word – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌾 Indie Folk version Dreamy Indie Folk with haunting female vocals, fingerpicked acoustic guitar, atmospheric reverbs, soft emotional build-up, reflective and nostalgic tone. Every Magic word – AI Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌟 Dream Pop version Atmospheric Dream Pop with haunting female vocals, reverb-soaked guitars, lush ambient textures and dreamy emotional layering Every Magic word – AI Dream Pop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌌 Noir Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Every Magic word – AI Noir Trip-Hop 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, Indie Folk, Dream Pop and Noir Trip-Hop 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.
Fed with constant realities
their idle waves of intent
breaking through my fears
I bear fruit to a sullen morrow
I fixate beyond the edge of myself
on the anticipated remembrance
of the snow-white place in me
where I fail to see you no more
Your face grows stark and steady
In a solitary place I keep hidden
between collar bone and chest
bubbling with the residue of unrest
My brain will build tall citadels
where your name will reiterate
like a broken disk hitting my skull
one dull thud after another drops
There are fleeting looks encircled
by the morosity of frozen cheeks
They bask in the sunlit shadows
born to the eye that blinks never
Tomorrow I will bear no weight
Like a maiden before her sunset
I will tear away my shaking limbs
in offering to the beasts that pray
Reading of the poem:
The Frost Chronicles 4: The secret world of the marid part 2
12 January -8 February 2020
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She stared at the Marid who despite being right in front of her now still seemed like a towering giant. She wondered if her ears failed her as she could not believe what she had just heard. Did he really say daughter? She looked up at the cloud surrounding the haze which was his face.
You profess to be my father, she said in a voice that surprised her by its steadiness despite how shaken she was feeling.
I do not profess to be. I am, answered the marid.
I have a father of my own whom I have known since my childhood
I do not wish to remove his trace from your memory but he is not entirely your father
What do you mean not entirely your father?
It is something that your kind finds difficult to fathom. You see, your mother was married to your part-father but her heart had been promised to me within dream. She was my chosen one. When your moment of conception had come, I was within your part father and together we created you with your mother’s egg, your father’s sperm and my spark. What your kind never realizes is that the spark is stronger than the rest. Those of you created part marid can never deny your kind even if your part-parents may do so. You bear like us the gift of the sight beyond time, beyond matter.
She felt several protests and questions rising to her lips but she decided not to voice any of them. Somehow, somewhere inside her, the truth of what he was saying was dawning upon her. She had always known her father was not exactly her father and there was something different between her and her siblings. At every difficult moment she had gone through in her life, there had always been some sort of magically prepared way for her to be out of the quagmire she was in. She always knew it was no coincidence but she had a hard time realizing that it was her father from his unseen realm pulling the strings of fate in her favour.
Why do I not live within your world? she said after realizing that the marid was somehow reading her thoughts.
The djinn are not very welcoming to half djinns, he said. They fear them as they believe that humans are out to exterminate them. They do not realise that we can live in peace alongside each other as long as none fears the others.
You mentioned that half breeds like me bear the gift of the sight beyond time and matter. Do you mean I can predict the future as well as see what could have been changed in the past to avoid a certain future
Yes but it is a gift to use wisely and not to change things that would then make the future balloon out of control.
Why is it that I cannot see my own fate and future then?
That is because you are not transcending your own future. You have a sense of what is oncoming because of the deeply developed six sense that you have owing to the part marid nature of your DNA. You have, however, chosen to occult it owing to your fear of seeing beyond the creation of yourself. Indeed, if you were to see your future and given your current fears, it would be like an addiction where you would want to see beyond that future which represents your death and you would pass a kaleidoscope of images and sensations that would pertain to all the lives you’ve traversed until your reaching this birth. Given that all part marids are also powerful empaths, you would be condemning yourself to a great amount of torture just by passing through any of those kaleidoscopic lives you traverse if there had been any addiction or brutality within those lives.
I have a feeling I have done this on more than one occasion and I almost lost my sanity. I guess I should work more on the element of transcendence. I always thought that transcendence was the ability to reach stillness and start seeing everything from the point of the inner observer, thereby being out of time and out of matter.
It is that on a certain level. If you are, however, laden with fears that you have not confronted such as traumatic events in the past, then you never reach the proper level of transcendence. You only are at the fear based level and your attachment to your bodily presence enslaves you to see just one version of the truth instead of seeing it in its entirety.
How do I attain transcendence then?
Face your fears first, both known and unknown. Once you have done so, call upon me and I will let you know the true way of transcendence.
She nodded and he disappeared instantly. Inside she could feel welling up a thousand years of knowledge accumulated within past and future lives entering her mind. She could create items and sell them for a reasonable price using all the knowledge accumulated within her. If she created enough items from future thought that should pay a heavy reward and it should be an easy thing to do as she knew how to look into both the past and the present. She did not need the first marid’s help anymore. She vowed, however, to get to know more of the marid world as it was partially her world too and could help her belong to something finally.
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