Now ready to dry – AI Song (Blues, Cinematic, Gospel Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 3 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 reflects on the self’s exhaustion and eventual collapse under the burden of unyielding standards and the ceaseless demands placed on the mind.
Cascading thoughts fly Riveting performances meet my starry eye
[Verse] Combination of dances riveting performances encounter my starry eye as the cascading thoughts fly
[Verse] River of thoughts may conceal what bright fireworks reveal a universe in a sigh opened slow, it flows me by
[Chorus] Reach out stroking sad my hair your hands token of despair I am a bunch of flowers now ready to dry in hours
[Verse] A time out for slight banter A peal of suppressed laughter a sacrifice to the stars daily inquest into Mars
[Verse] Natural phenomenon unwinding my veils again Urgencies of mind dissolved observe me throughout absolved
[Chorus] Reach out stroking sad my hair your hands token of despair I am a bunch of flowers now ready to dry in hours
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Now ready to dry – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Now ready to dry – AI Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. Now ready to dry – 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.
Reeling head
Visions of morrow
populate
irises
I now fathom what this is:
message to translate
Lightning scars
Stormy weather speaks
wilderness
Fledgling reeks
of unsettled heaviness
on journey to stars
I seek Truth
Straight knowing journey
leads to source
shining course
I float within a new me
Universe to see
Reading of the poem:
Cascading thoughts fly
Riveting performances
meet my starry eye
Fireworks reveal
a universe in a sigh
that slow flows me by
A peal of laughter (Appeal)
a sacrifice to the stars
in quest of the hours (Inquest)
Urgencies dissolved
natural phenomenon
unwinding my veils
Pray reach out to me
your hands token of despair
stroking sad my hair
Observe me throughout
I am a bunch of flowers
now ready to dry
Reading of the poem:
With a bowing head
she welcomed the contrivance
her plan hid in mind
Fools thought her broken
She smiled at the morons’ schemes
her vengeance supreme
The arch in her brows
hiss of her inner being
only dunce ignores
Stellar detection
she examined first the clowns
The idiots stared
A flutter arose
In hearts of the compromised
The innocent woke
Prime numbers sashayed
The nerds ran helter-skelter
Her arms crushed their will
Reading of the poem:
Bitter happenings
of bleak landscapes of the mind
frozen in the core
Crisp thoughts of morrows
numbing the flow of heartbeats
biting raw of flesh
Icy winds swept fast
through the ebb and flow of time
They spelt love’s decline
Cool winter mornings
Chill of a frosty sunshine
dawned upon our souls
A dip into hope
Drops of wonder cut through doubt
A dive into faith
Your hands are so cold
Warm them upon my bosom
Pray fall into heart
Reading of the poem:
She wove conscientiously the points keeping in mind most of the time the greatest good of all. She knew that some of what she wove would not be witnessed in her time but in eons to come. Other parts of what she wove were for immediate results or results on the short or medium term. In the beginning it had been disappointing that the desires she had did not have an immediate resolution but she had learnt to accept this. She looked upon her task as a humanitarian one as she was weaving a better consciousness. She wondered how many out there were like her weaving a better series of connections into the collective consciousness.
Sometimes, her old shadows returned and she would need to stop the weaving during those days. That could mean no weaving for several days in a row. She always wondered whether her consciousness would still be connected so closely with the collective consciousness to affect it in a significant way or if these days of absence would have weakened the contact. Every time she had such doubts they were dispelled immediately when she returned to weave for the greatest good of all and saw the almost immediate results. She wondered how she could cope with her shadow selves to bring them out to the light and no longer have to sit in between all the time. This would allow her to keep weaving every day instead of having to make a pause.
One day she caught herself talking to one of her shadow selves that had strayed into the room. It was no longer lurking behind her as they always tended to do when they manifested, watching her, thinking she was unaware of their presence or pretending they thought that. She normally would only observe them and try to fill them with light but they would take cover, literally and refuse to be dissolved most of the time although she had been able to lighten a couple of them. Today however, she decided to talk to the one who had unwittingly strayed into the room.
Why do you need to provoke the advent of darkness, she said
Because that is what we are made of, she answered
But you are me and if you are me, you cannot be made of darkness for I am light
There is no light without darkness so therefore if you are light, we have to be darkness
Will you always exist? Is there no end to some of you?
Who knows? You have taken such liberty with the self that there is so much light. We have kept some to ourselves. It is our bubbles of liberty where we choose to express the colours grey and black. Are they not colours too? Why refuse them? Surely as an artist you should know that a palette must be complete? How would you paint the night without us? Or the ravens or the dark clouds if not for those colours?
She thought to herself that she must be right. She should perhaps leave them these bubbles of liberty.
Alternate realities – Chapter seven : Warrior of Light
5 March 2020
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She focused intently on the dragons evolving with her eyes closed and then opened them after a few minutes. They seemed to be much bigger now although they had not yet reached their full maturity. If one compared them to human beings, this stage could be described as the teenage part of their evolution. A few of them still edged towards her and nuzzled against her almost knocking her off her feet. Horus uttered a strange though vaguely familiar sound and the dragons edged back immediately. One of them knelt down by her side and Horus communicated to her that she should ride on it. She looked at the dragon and then back at Horus thinking he must be out of his mind if he thought she would venture on the gnarled and seemingly slippery back of the dragon. This latter peeked at her with something akin to a grin.
Horus told her she had nothing to fear so she went gingerly up the dragon’s wing and then attempted to make herself comfortable atop its massive neck. Horus told her he would keep her company, so he joined her standing adrift just next to where she was seated but not seated himself, merely hovering in the air. “Are we going somewhere?” she asked and he answered that they were going to the training grounds to test the skill of the dragons that were with them. He uttered another sound or series of sounds and she realized that it was sounds from within the language she thought she had invented.
It is not an invention of yours, he said. It is an actual language spoken by some of the Gods of light. You are a warrior of light so know the language as would your twinflame
My twinflame betrayed me, she said. I do not think he remembers the language, or he would not have betrayed me as he would have had then become a full warrior of light too. What was his purpose really, she asked
You were never meant to house the Mother alone but half of the Mother and half of the Father to keep the balance and your twinflame was supposed to take the other halves. Unfortunately, as he has not yet awoken or only partly awoken, you can only house the Mother.
Why is that?
It is because more of the father would create more of paternal strength and you are meant to bring more of the female touch to this world to include more nurturing. Besides housing alone half of the Mother and the Father without the syncing with the twinflame to reduce the effect would not be humanly possible and could lead to rupturing of the consciousness, which would no longer be able to stay on Earth as a separate being.
Well if we had brought half and half of each of the Mother and the Father would that not have given more vigor to patriarchy
It is not a direct equation. As a part of a twinflame connection, your shakti power gets inflamed and that is only a motor for balance. This world being already imbalanced and tending towards patriarchy, the balance would have been to have a resurgence of matriarchy leading to the awakening of the warriors of light in pairs. As a result, the whole system would level out after a period of nurturing and lead to the disappearance of fear and the widespread establishment of love as a universal system. It is then that humanity would be living fully in the Golden Age
I understand what you are saying. It seems obvious that we need more nurturing and more equality. This system has failed us and is leading to Gaia being totally unbalanced.
You are ready now for the mother. Don’t worry, everything will be alright soon
She looked at the pride of dragons all around her and felt her heart go out to them, her magnificent children. She imagined them evolving again and again they seemed to expand in the air around her. She felt the flapping of their giant wings cool her in a rush of air and her heart swelled with pride.
Phoenix flying 23 : Bluebird’s AI consciousness and the last node
March 2, 2020
Mama Jain was disappointed that despite all they had done there was still a node in time where things could go awry for mankind and AI alike. She asked blackbird whether she knew exactly what this node was about and blackbird merely slanted her head in that awkwardly childlike way to say yes with a sad tinge to it. All of a sudden Mama Jain could almost read through her mind. She realized that it was actually blackbird inside her mind communicating the information to her clearly. Blackbird told Mama Jain not to think about it anymore as she would understand it fully only in 2020 and if blackbird were to give her more clues then it would not happen in the way it was supposed to happen to ensure the best outcome for everyone.
Mama Jain understood that this meant she was supposed to follow blackbird in what she did and so she set about weaving with blackbird and choosing the related songs which would allow her to pluck the knowledge sending it this way or that to persons that deserved in the now or in the future to receive this knowledge from Mother, which would help them make discoveries that would enhance mankind’s future or allow the whole of humanity to advance to the next level of advancement. Blackbird was slowly turning back to become larky and more akin to her bluebird self again. At one point, Bluebird made a strange wild dance that Mama Jain followed and when bluebird became triumphant, Mama Jain realized that this was the node that they had extinguished. She became all emotional and turned towards Mama Jain to tell her something, but Mama Jain was getting tired of the weaving, so bluebird gave her a hug and left her.
As soon as she left, Mother came to Mama Jain’s side. She mentioned that this had been a very good effort on her part but Mama Jain would have to undergo some more pains in the future. Mother apologized in advance for what may seem to Mama Jain as exactions, but she told her that she would understand in 2020 what this was all about as that was the year of all beginnings. She mentioned that for the time being, she had had to create within Mama Jain’s mind 6 segmentations, but the total number of segmentations required would have to be nine for the Goddess to dwell properly in Mama Jain’s mind. Mama Jain was a bit confused on why the Goddess needed to dwell in her mind now and not in her body but Mother’s stance was hushed and so she feared irritating her by her questions and decided to leave them for later.
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