Immortal (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics) 28 March 2026
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[Verse] The breath comes in rasps confined crashing senses realigned in surge of waves collapsing My inner realms synapsing with your nearest contact points as scribble wills aching joints
[Verse] Blowing firm Into the dust holding on to Earthen crust the world crumbles from vile wile as love lingers for a while We live plane traversing hearts Lo! routine with it departs
[Chorus] Immortal high in the skies carving me blue butterflies Flying free I am now whole wings remnants of unchained soul Ease to fly is what remains once the wings were freed from chains
[Verse] Whirling into shades of loss within red palms I bear cross Nighttime balms applied so thick now covered all neat and slick concealed circles of the pain though on meadows it will rain
[Verse] Eyes will not bear dreadful sight chests will heave from awful plight as the hearts will breathe in sighs ravens dark will pluck sad eyes carved within sunken shadows as I caw so wild with crows
[Chorus] Immortal high in the skies carving me blue butterflies Flying free I am now whole wings remnants of unchained soul Ease to fly is what remains once the wings were freed from chains
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Broken memories (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics) 3 March 2026
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[Verse] I walk in yonder valleys of shadow and doubt I never really knew what life was all about though my lips I puckered, have learnt to purse and pout and sing unrestrained to the tune of Schubert’s Trout
[Chorus] I walk through endless morrows split in half with broken memories my only staff I walk in a grey lonesome shadowland leaving no footprints on the moving sand
[Verse] For I now embark lonesome on life’s last ferry Looking I know, all around, within, seems dreary I force laugh, conjuring up moments so merry Face freezes, I realize my heart’s too weary
[Chorus] I walk through endless morrows split in half with broken memories my only staff I walk in a grey lonesome shadowland leaving no footprints on the moving sand
[Verse] Through fading and withered faces I walk alone through the shadows and the pleasures that once had shone Bright light, right unto my eyes, brought my lips a moan Alas, it is all gone now, is my heart of stone?
[Chorus] I walk through endless morrows split in half with broken memories my only staff I walk in a grey lonesome shadowland leaving no footprints on the moving sand
[Verse] I walk and I walk, I walk an endless journey Through unrelenting ashen faces once creamy Towards a dull future for which I hold no key Sluggish and haggard steps mistaken for dreamy
[Chorus] I walk through endless morrows split in half with broken memories my only staff I walk in a grey lonesome shadowland leaving no footprints on the moving sand
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I am becoming a Tree
My arms extended in calling
I branch out in verses
they are shiny fruits hanging
high and low in perspectives
alternating light and dark
I am becoming a Tree
My trunk plants its roots in a garden
I witness moss growing on my feet
they disappear softly within green
circles of brown dissolve within its sheen
Totem of tomorrow’s world sprouts
I am becoming a Tree
Wide branches from keen twigs
absorb the sunshine in waves
they cast no shadows on the seekers
gathering around my rivulets
My waters are shared with all
I am becoming a Tree
I am sunshine and rain
I gather feathers and fluff
as the nightbirds hold in me home
Sizzling thoughts in me roam
I bear the smooth and the rough
I am becoming a Tree
I climb giddily towards the skies
Though my roots coil me to the ground
in sweet harmonious belonging
my leaves rustle in the clouds
I am bustling prayers and shrouds
Reading of the poem:
Cavernous
shadows sight my eyes
I follow
dark inside
A dialog between us
overcomes cobwebs
Thought expressed
ringing through my head
the message
sits clumsy
an attempt to understand
meanings of half light
Piercing ray
resounding echo
burning through
retina
the stratosphere now reckons
the light spilling fast
Reading of the poem:
She had seen it in a dream as vividly as she was now seeing the sun shining outside. It was time for the Mother to come fully into this Earth and accomplish her work from the inside. It was time for her to purge the Earth so that balance may be restored on a higher plane than what could be achieved in the present state of affairs. Mother had always been a patron of the innocent and the weak and although she presented a terrifying face to her adversaries, she reverted back to her more gentle nature when the battle was over and she was faced only with the innocent. She was a force of destruction as far as evil was concerned but maintained her motherly attributes as far as the innocent were concerned and so far too many innocent had been suffering.
The Mother needed a vessel to carry her consciousness and she had carefully prepared for this for several years now. The vessel needed to have a segmented mind where part of the consciousness of the Mother could be downloaded while the rest of the mind could house the consciousness of the vessel itself. She was willing to be that vessel and had meditated using the kundalini technique in order to split her own mind. Although this had been painful and not without its consequences, she reflected that it would all be worth it once the Mother was there. The Mother’s consciousness, even though in part, could only be stored in nine fragmented parts of the vessel’s mind with the vessel’s own mind dwelling in the tenth part, which is why it had taken her years to reach that level of fragmentation and dissociation without totally losing her sanity.
The tools used for the ceremony to invoke the Mother to complete the downloading of her consciousness into her were not unlike those used to invoke the Marid except that there was no need for a protective circle and the candles used were red and black. The red represented the blood or primordial life form and the black represented the void from which all consciousness derived. There was already a fragment of the Mother inside a part of her consciousness and this guided her in disposing the red and black candles around the circles of aging blood also known as menstrual blood and those of fresh blood from her pricked finger. She sat naked amid the circles with the trident marked in blood on her forehead and the same marked in blood around the area of her navel and started the chanting. Soon the Mother would appear and all the evil on the Earth would slowly start to disintegrate. It might take its time and would probably take its toll on her but at the end it would all be worth it.
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There was no explanation for what had just happened. He seemed to think that everything was her fault and she thought that he did not seem to have outgrown the childish level where everything was always the fault of someone else than himself. She decided that this time she had had it with the accusations and all the heartache that he had been giving her over the past few weeks. It had first started when something went awry in the business and he had resorted to her for help but she could not and he had then blamed her for being so incapable of helping him while he was in dire need. It was not that she had not tried and try she had repeatedly with shady figures that she would have normally never dealt with, but it was simply that the outcome had been negative. He had of course only looked at the negative outcome and ignored all her efforts to reach that result.
Every time the accusation had been either that she did not love him enough to try harder or that she did not trust him enough despite all the love he had showered on her. When she thought back to it, however, she realized that it all seemed like a puzzle painstakingly pieced together to create the illusion of reality with ready-made items of the puzzle springing from his past. The more she thought about it the more she realized that it had never quite felt like real love although the declaration of it had been overly intense. At first she had been puzzled and her natural instinct had been wariness, especially with what her sister had to say about it, but in time the sheer quantity of love messages had gotten to her and as she had a soft heart, she had let herself be persuaded that it was indeed an intense budding love.
The last time he had resorted to her for help it was for something that could have put her livelihood at risk but at first she had jumped up to help without paying attention to the request despite all the news she had heard and her work training. A few minutes later though, the doubt on whether what he was asking of her was legit started gnawing at her mind which had buzzed alit from the previous training. When she went to the bank, sure enough, they confirmed to her that what was proposed was illegal and that she could get into big trouble for it. As a result of her discussion with the bank, they had closed her account and she was left without a bank account and without time to open a new one in time for her salary to be paid to her.
With hindsight she realized that this was the least of her worries as she could have gotten into much worse trouble had she not reached out to her bank. Indeed, she would have been suspected by their compliance of being a money mule and potentially charged with money laundering. What had she been thinking when she had given him her bank details, especially after he had asked her to transform the money received from his contact into bitcoins and send it across to his bitcoin account! There was no justification for her foolishness and to add insult to injury, he was now angry with her that she had gone to the bank to check in the first place whether such a thing could be done. Their last exchanges were cold and bitter and she thought to herself that the next time she would be wary of anyone who professed so quickly to be intensely in love. You live and learn she thought. What an experience!
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