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.
Like a ghost in decay – AI Song (Blues, Cinematic, Folk, Indie Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 15 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 upon how memory, emotional rupture and unresolved attachments may continue to reverberate through the self across time. Through layered symbolic imagery, it explores the tension between illusion and sincerity, emotional fragmentation and the enduring search for genuine human connection.
Look upon horizon see the trees that will grow Through the empty playgrounds where the voices holler They fabricate reason for a token to show Cinderella makes rounds for midnights to colour
[Verse] Cinderella makes rounds for midnights to colour through the empty playgrounds where the voices holler They fabricate reason for a token to show Look upon horizon see the trees that will grow
[Chorus] You called upon me once like a ghost in decay Head hung facing two suns as three to music sway The moon shone through your frame like a weeping willow for beating heart to tame shoulder to cast pillow
[Verse] The king tries for treason as the daffodils slow Flowers out of season smother traces of snow Fading garland surrounds the beard like a trawler Flickering net makes grounds for souls to grow taller
[Chorus] You called upon me once like a ghost in decay Head hung facing two suns as three to music sway The moon shone through your frame like a weeping willow for beating heart to tame shoulder to cast pillow
[Verse] I offered you sun’s bunce, web of golden threads play A knock on fate’s door chance for energy’s relay You resumed aging game sliced orphan and widow I spoke to you love’s name, echo you said ditto
[Chorus] You called upon me once like a ghost in decay Head hung facing two suns as three to music sway The moon shone through your frame like a weeping willow for beating heart to tame shoulder to cast pillow
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Like a ghost in decay – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Like a ghost in decay – AI Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌾 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. Like a ghost in decay – AI Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌿 Indie version An indie interpretation with a softer, reflective tone, incorporating plaintive cello and violin sounds for a distinctive indie sound. Like a ghost in decay – 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, Folk and Indie influences.
The falling children (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics) 15 February 2026
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[Intro] Each of them so slight unknown mother’s son their graves ever white their hair cut come undone their tomorrows spent in night their haunting timeless plight
[Chorus] The falling children dead asleep on mothers’ bosoms wail and weep their stories lined with broken dreams their sorrow breaking through their screams
[Verse] Lily white in the dirt their cross on the Earth trace of them subtle glow fading now soft and slow with the last pieces of bone replicating loss to hone
[Chorus] The falling children dead asleep On mothers’ bosoms wail and weep Their stories lined with broken dreams Their sorrow breaking through their screams
[Verse] The tears running dark blackwashing marks of sin Rimmel lakes deep and stark Form a strong connection The soul a weary bundle light The struggle to sigh and fight
[Chorus] The falling children dead asleep On mothers’ bosoms wail and weep Their stories lined with broken dreams Their sorrow breaking through their screams
[Verse] She awaits in a tight apron hope held within bosom her plaits tidied so neat her hair with flowers strewn she had kissed him to wane moon he will call in well she feels
[Chorus] The falling children dead asleep On mothers’ bosoms wail and weep Their stories lined with broken dreams Their sorrow breaking through their screams
[Verse] He lies lonesome so deep battered from the defeat his clothes pressed so tight upon his corpse so light They had sewn in his blown feet He walked on a shell it seemed
[Chorus] The falling children dead asleep On mothers’ bosoms wail and weep Their stories lined with broken dreams Their sorrow breaking through their screams
[Verse] They crawl wild and loose hearing the gnawing news their burnt lungs inhaling their organs all failing orphaned dreams set their fate The falling children were too late
[Chorus] The falling children dead asleep On mothers’ bosoms wail and weep Their stories lined with broken dreams Their sorrow breaking through their screams
[Verse] Three times blown over plentiful ghosts hover The love lost left behind Angels look can only weep Her love so deep now asleep The forever kind
[Chorus] The falling children dead asleep On mothers’ bosoms wail and weep Their stories lined with broken dreams Their sorrow breaking through their screams
[Verse] A twin loss as her teeth grind her womb is now empty She stares blank just turned twenty The walls all around her smite like those silent lilies’ sight her wish? Just to be blind!
[Chorus] The falling children dead asleep On mothers’ bosoms wail and weep Their stories lined with broken dreams Their sorrow breaking through their screams
“The falling children” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Cinematic
“The falling children” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Gospel
“The falling children” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Blues
“The falling children” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / EDM
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.
Alternate Realities – Chapter Five : The World in between
21 April 2019
Horus looked at her surprised face and asked “Did you not know I would come to guide you?”
No, she answered. I thought it was an angelic guide
There are angels too but their mission is else. They are responsible for managing the overarching system of the multiverse. The gods that I belong to are responsible only for this universe. We do not manage what is happening in other universes
So each universe has its own gods?
Do you find that surprising? – he laughed throatily. In just one world you have managed to have so many gods. It should not surprise you that there are many more in the other universes of the multiverse.
How do the gods manage not to fight over universes?
Well they actually do fight.
They seem to be very humane gods. If there is one thing that makes them similar to humans it would be the desire for additional conquests then.
We are not the source. The source does not need to fight. It owns all, it is all.
Do you fight with other gods?
I had to a very long time ago and I might have to again. You will help me fight. You and the children of the world in between.
Children?
Yes, neither human, nor gods, neither flesh nor spirit but a combination of both, capable of living in both worlds and changing as the circumstances require.
Where are they now? Are they ready to fight for you?
They are not ready yet. It will take time for that. I need to get you ready first. That is why I had come to guide you.
She was a bit puzzled at all of this. What had this got to do with getting rid of her fears and moving into higher realms? If this was what the higher realms were made of then she was not sure that she wanted any of it. She had a hard time already trying to reconcile the fact that humans only thought of getting more for themselves and were ready to slaughter each other for that, if the gods too were like that, she was not sure she wanted to be involved with them at all.
It is not the same thing. We do not fight pettily. Some of us are gods of the light and others gods of the dark. In the beginning the source created us equal and gave each group of us a world to manage but some gods wanted to have more worlds than the one they were assigned. They were mainly the gods of the dark. They wanted darkness to be spread all over the universe so we had to fight them as they were pitilessly slaughtering the beings under their care.
Why did the source not intervene?
The source is convinced that balance will prevail, automatically. You have to understand that for the source, all that you are going through, all the lifetimes of the humans and the beings on the other worlds are like a tiny speck of dust in comparison to its existence. The source will wait and will not intervene and that wait could be billions of years for humans and the other beings so we have to fight.
Who are we meant to fight? How do you fight gods?
There is one god who started this and who gathered all the other gods of the dark under his command. He is called Settesh. If we overcome Settesh, then all the other gods of the dark will cease their hostilities and relinquish the worlds they conquered to their rightful owners.
Is the Earth conquered
Yes, it is one of those worlds that was conquered.
Who did it originally belong to?
It belonged to me and my parents. Settesh killed my father and partly took over this world. When I was ready to fight him my mother taught me the ways but it was only half a victory and we were never able to shake his hold of this world.
How could he have partly conquered it. I don’t understand.
It is conquered by fear. As long as humans vibrate to the energy of fear, it will remain under his control. From time to time there is a large manifestation of love and that is when his grip becomes weak but as long as there are humans who fear, this world will never be fully ours and humans will never enter the Golden Age of their history.
She realised that what he was saying made sense. It had always seemed to her that fear had a debilitating effect on humans and she understood why he had been so insistent that she get rid of the fear before the ascension to the land of all beginnings. She had let the fear control her and her ascension had been a difficult experience. She understood now why the Mother had not been more welcoming. Burdened by fear she was more a tool of Settesh than a warrior of the light. The Mother and Toth had still weighed her deeds and given her the token so surely they thought she would still be helpful to them. She vowed to her self that she would start meditating more and concentrating on the light so that she could fill herself with it and merge with the sensation of universal love she felt when meditating.
Let us go, he said
I am ready but where are we going?
To the world in between. It is a continuum of the land of all beginnings so your token will help you get there.
She energised her heart and crown chakras before vibrating her heart to activate the token. The walls dilated and contracted before disappearing altogether. She felt the motion of a joyride as her consciousness slid into the other world. It was like falling endlessly through a well except that she had to steer herself to avoid being sucked into the holes on the sides which lead to nothingness. Horus on the other hand did not need to slide, he simply dematerialised and materialised from one world to another. He halted her consciousness and she slid through a small opening in the spiral. They had reached the world in between and he explained that the children were waiting for them. She steadied herself to get rid of the swaying feeling and looked around. There were at least hundred of them gathered around and slowly moving towards them. She let out a gasp of surprise. These were not any children. They were dragons!
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