The endless rivers – Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 30 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
Set between the sleeping world and the hidden currents of the inner self, this poem questions the idols, fears, and authorities that shape human thought. Through images of loss, creation, and spiritual longing, it searches for a deeper source beneath doctrine and division. At its heart lies a simple invitation: to breathe love, awaken consciousness, and rediscover the living river within.
Waking up To a sleeping world The words hurled Weak symbols Unmoved zombies barely stir Hearts lost in idols
[Verse] Waking up to a sleeping world Like weak symbols the words are hurled The unmoved zombies barely stir hearts lost in idols they prefer
[Verse] The mind whirled in between Twin Times their spaces give me compressed rhymes With shaking tongue, I ring bells fast lost their ghostly chimes, none to last
[Chorus] The endless waters mantelshelf Breathe the love says the inner self Its stillness like a warm river coursing through my veins that shiver
[Verse] Mothers weep, their withered breasts hang unto grounds where lost babies twang strive through caves of Netherworld’s riff to pick up vanished infants’ whiff
[Verse] Barren wombs replicate nothing The free mind always a wild thing Creation is in the thought mined the heart-felt seeing of the blind
[Verse] Fear the wrath, the priests shriek strident downfall of mortals their talent Breath stale from venom they inhale Emblem of love that they impale
[Chorus] The endless waters mantelshelf Breathe the love says the inner self Its stillness like a warm river coursing through my veins that shiver
## 🎧 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 The endless waters –Noir Blues 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 The endless waters – 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 The endless waters –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 Noir Blues, Dark Folk and Noir Trip-Hop influences.
Frozen times – AI Song (Blues, Cinematic, Gospel Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 6 May 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 traces the inner conflict of a person striving to uphold truth and integrity within a society increasingly shaped by distortion and falsehood. It reflects the gradual erosion of clear moral boundaries and the effort to hold on to earlier ideals—symbolised by the fragile act of grasping at “flying kites” from childhood.
Pitch black hurts The sensitive eyes Reeling move On blackboards Revealing tempo of groove Distilling the whites
[Verse] Pitch black hurts the sensitive eyes Reeling move on blackboards of lies reveal tempo of groovy nights distilling dark words from the whites
[Verse] Hovering above, flying kites they regenerate keen delights thin slices of the lost glories clean pages of childhood stories
[Verse] Hold with me, my grasp on them weak Fearful I dare not even speak as the ropes pulsate with a throb beating heart of the blackened mob
[Chorus] Talk to me from withering caves The words fed to the wordless knaves from frozen times, your mouth a shrine though soul steadfast forever mine
[Verse] Body loss unwound riddled streaks puppeteers rewind in twin peaks Measures of the hue man eat he living in shredded dignity
[Verse] On the values, puzzle me not Lesser of evils, we forgot the clear-cut spaces of the law lines to cross in between jigsaw
[Verse] Burden of anvils, weigh me down beat upon me, lost forlorn clown The stark making of the sword less splitting the soulful from soulless
[Chorus] Talk to me from withering caves The words fed to the wordless knaves from frozen times, your mouth a shrine though soul steadfast forever mine
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Frozen times – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Frozen times – AI Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. Frozen times – AI Gospel 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 Gospel influences.
Clarity of You (Blues, Cinematic, Indie Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 27 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 a love so strong that it transcends the physical and continues within the mind and the memories kept to the extent that the memory seems to take shape and crystallise into the lost loved one in a parallel world.
Roaming mind Connecting the dots Infinite Treasured lines Projections of our tall selves Erected the spines
[Verse] Roaming mind, connecting the dots in tight little forget me nots The infinite and treasured lines Projections of tall selves, straight spines
[Verse] Everywhere remnants of your prints Stilted rhymes suffocate instincts drown essence of your purity neglect your twined complexity
[Chorus] Through infinite space twisting time folding unfolding haunting mime Replicating twin suns’ sparks flew reshaping Clarity of You
[Verse] You are here within every breath like promise of white air to thread the shadows of your inner light that flicker, draw upon your sight
[Verse] A view to glimpse from high above withered Hearts replenished with Love Morrows’ consistence skies and clouds alight in the Soul the white shrouds
[Verse] People fade like candles in wind Just noise and shadows to rescind Within dying tunes of your song I restore Ode to sing along
[Chorus] Through twirling space and twisting time folding unfolding haunting mime replicating, twin suns’ sparks flew reshaping Clarity of You
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Clarity of You – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Clarity of You – 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. Clarity of You – 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.
The Frost Chronicles 7: The corridor of time 27 April 2025
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She waited in her house the whole evening and the day after but her half-father or father, the King of Marid did not return to see her. She wondered whether she should try sinking into the ground again to visit him but thought the better of it when remembering how the other Marid did not seem welcoming at all. She knew she could invoke her father rather than sinking into the ground but he had seemed busy and summoning was not the right way to do it anymore as it made the Marid appear against his will. She still realized that she had to talk to him about the time when everything had gone haywire before she had learnt to summon a Marid.
She decided grudgingly to sink into the ground again with the image of her father in mind so that she would be transported to his vicinity and surely enough she landed near a Marid circle where they were all conversing in a language that was not any of the languages she had heard spoken on Earth yet she felt strangely familiar with. She did not think she could reproduce the words but she could understand them. They were talking about a big flood that they were supposed to channel on Earth to wipe out all humans. Her father, who sat on the same throne in the middle that she had seen before, was trying to reason with them but the younger of the Marids (if you could really ascribe youth to them who lived for thousands of years) seemed to be very hostile to his logic.
Slowly the Marids at the edge of the circle grew aware of her presence and turned to stare at her. She tried to enter the circle but they encircled her and started closing in on her. She felt that this could be the end of her as the circle they had been forming was very thick and her father might not even realise that she was there and in danger. She could hear in the background the young Marid arguing sullenly between each other as they did not dare speak aloud against him. She started calling out to her father and put her hand on her mouth in shock as she was talking the language they spoke.
In an instant her father was near her and it seemed like both of them were sucked into a hole. They emerged on the other side and she realized that it was in her house but several years ago because her children were not there yet. Her father frowned and moved swiftly forward and they were sucked again into another hole. Again, on the other side, it was not her normal time as she looked with a mixture of awe and dread at the image of herself walking in the desert, just after one of those nights spent there a year ago. She could almost touch herself and just as she reached out to touch that image of herself her father moved again and they were sucked into another hole. They emerged on the other side and she could see herself in shock like she had been almost a year ago after she had discovered the “circus” that she had been subjected to and in front of her, watching her with curiosity, she could see two of her ex-colleagues. These two had sneakily become lovers despite each of them being married and not sharing the same cultural or religious identities and had always pretended to be just friends. She had not finished looking at them with that realization that had dawned upon her, before her father moved again swiftly and she found herself at home again.
They talked a lot about those shifts into older realities and she begged him to let her know how to achieve those shifts. He told her that, aside from Demons who could materialize anywhere at will, it was only the Djinn and their rulers, the Marids, who were able to go back and forth in time. He said that as she was half-Marid, it might be possible for her to do so but it was not necessarily something that would come to her naturally. He asked her to master her astral travel first and then perhaps, she could shift timelines physically as well. He warned her, however, that shifting into timelines might alter their consequences and she might also end up stuck in the corridor of time. When he left her, despite all his warnings, she realized that she just could not keep away from such a tempting experience. She was first going to intensify her astral travels and then try to increase the impact of her light being so that she became of less dense matter and could travel through the corridors of time.
Bill Laurance – Cables Rewired Official Video (ft. The Untold Orchestra)
Centuries
float by as I sit
on my knees
in prayer
The bosom silent slayer
of my withered dreams
Weaving streams
my lids’ waters flow
The heart beats
as they grow
Mind knows of timeless defeats
as it caves down slow
Death repeats
riddles of my spleen
Now washed clean
they glimmer
in incandescent shimmer
revive the unseen
Yesterday
impossible time
I woke up
to a rhyme
it rang within me a bell
solitary chime
I lived lives
etched in galaxies
cosmic rings
shaking me
Wedded to the law of three
sacred in me sings
Tomorrow
whisper that arrives
when mouth drives
widowed wives
As the eye watches teary
the heart grows weary
Reading of the poem:
The spell seemed to have worked. It was sent out in the collective consciousness as she knew it needed to be sent out in the open. It was more effective with being read and she knew that she had to inspire herself three years ago from then. She had slid into the timeloop during her altered state of consciousness and inspired herself back in 2017. She had then watched as she created the poem that would provoke the onslaught of what was happening just now. She knew it had to be done. The flu had to be released into the world because the end effect was the mutation that needed to happen. This was the only way that they could resist what GAIA had in store for them. Their lungs needed to mutate into one lung, breathing in a completely different way than how it had breathed up to now.
As with every time she projected herself into the past with the altered consciousness, everything went haywire for her in the present. Devoid of her consciousness, the brain alone was not able to function normally and was clouded by the overwhelming synapse points where the memories were being mixed into the present state of being. The past, the present and the future seemed to all merge into one apocalyptic moment and she could see the waters engulf the land as well as see the ice age that was to follow the overheating of the planet. All those thoughts raced into her head like realities that presented themselves to her. She could see all of it happening as if it were happening in front of her eyes. Meanwhile, her consciousness was inspiring her in the past to create the worded intention and put out the magic spell into the collective consciousness.
Her consciousness saw the words and at the same time saw them manifesting. It was a flu alright, but it was a flu that needed to fundamentally change the human body. Like every time there was a significant shift in the Earth requiring a shift in consciousness and in the bodies, it was always done through a flu or some other pandemic. Her consciousness was then satisfied by what was released and came back to her in the present, right in the nick of time before her mind would go into overdrive with all the stimuli and shut itself out forever. The flu was not as deadly as the Spanish flu before it but they seemed to be afraid of it even more. They called it covid-19 and treated it like it was an enemy. Little did they know that they had to go through the process of catching it in order to mutate. If they did not mutate, they would not be able to survive the shift that GAIA was preparing for them. It had had to be done despite the thousands of deaths. They must all catch the flu to avoid humanity becoming extinct on the planet once GAIA’s program had come into place…
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