Unwinding all Time (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics)

Unwinding all Time (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics)
5 April 2026
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[Verse]
The wind blows on sands of the mind
Stripping bare ideas remind
like wrecked car truck tows away
recovery is on its way

[Verse]
The winding path leads to the source
of all thought, inner frame resource
Coil to all that we forgot
the discovery our minds sought

[Verse]
Do you hear the voices beckon
to other side that we reckon
welcomes air as wind hollows wall
In between phases we stand tall

[Verse]
In dreamtime we travel places
where we see all that ever is
Today seen in tomorrow’s past
the events that are made to last

[Chorus]
Whirl with me through the bleak sandstorms
we will reach way beyond the norms
where everything is nothing’s chime
where souls grow unwinding all Time

[Verse]
Beyond Light there is a darkness
that unfolds in bosom’s starkness
The space tapestry that it weaves
fractal threads twirling million leaves

[Verse]
Splitting space the guiding ridges
they join weave cuttings bridges
the loosened ends that minds deceive
On isolation that hearts grieve

[Verse]
In the Heart shudder throbbing walls
inner blue, outer red enthrals
In between a thin parchment flaps
of opposed syntax, the minds traps

[Verse]
The truth lies in the middle way
where souls twirl, to fading tides sway
where the sage and the fool would swoon
in ecstatic trance to full moon

[Chorus]
Whirl with me through the bleak sandstorms
we will reach way beyond the norms
where everything is nothing’s chime
where souls grow unwinding all Time

“Unwinding all Time” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Blues
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The lisping set flames (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics)

The lisping set flames (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics)
2 April 2026


[Verse]
Weary is the soul that keen
tireless travels between
fires and waters deep
within a restless sleep

[Verse]
Icicles forming skid
on tips of my eyelids
Tears forming that I flout
for brethren now washed out

[Chorus]
Rotating in time’s trap
the soul in secrets wrapped
Core shifted towards more
The Lisping set flames lore

[Verse]
Fire cleanses sorrows
Shards shifting in morrows
between the Blue and Red
that once filled me with dread

[Verse]
As my mind in time delved
clock sudden stuck in twelve
struck more than midnight count
when spirits death surmount

[Chorus]
Rotating in time’s trap
the soul in secrets wrapped
Core shifted towards more
The Lisping set flames lore

[Verse]
I floated in the air
Circles bound me nowhere
as beneath river flowed
in the Earth seeds I sowed

[Verse]
Seven spelled numbered days
Four and four faced its ways
Infinity flew high
right into summer sky

[Chorus]
Rotating in time’s trap
the soul in secrets wrapped
Core shifted towards more
The Lisping set flames lore

“The lisping set flames” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Blues
“The lisping set flames” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / EDM
“The lisping set flames” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Gospel
“The lisping set flames” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Indie

Time no Time (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics)

Time no Time (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics)
22 February 2026
Courtesy eurielle.com


[Intro]
Inside Time
milliseconds thinning
Centuries are hurled
whirling fast they chime
within warped worlds
that leave head spinning

[Chorus]
Time no Time
They party entwined
All the dead people’s waltzes
The dancing pale corpses
They make merry with shut eyes
When sight sees not lies

[Verse]
She is under Time
where the silence echoes
Wasted thoughts that rhyme
with boring daily tasks
dissolved in suns as she basks
outlining twined shadows

[Chorus]
They have Time no Time
They party entwined
All the dead people’s waltzes
The dancing pale corpses
they make merry with shut eyes
when sight sees not lies

[Verse]
The humdrum streaks
it stretches worthless
sunken fear for faithless
opposed factions rising
The mind and thought surmising
through opposite peaks

[Chorus]
Time no Time
They party entwined
All the dead people’s waltzes
The dancing pale corpses
They make merry with shut eyes
When sight sees not lies

[Verse]
Right across Time
walking gingerly they climb
slowly on guided path
to the stars mentor flies
following with downcast eyes
They avoid all the wrath

[Chorus]
Time no Time
They party entwined
All the dead people’s waltzes
The dancing pale corpses
They make merry with shut eyes
When sight sees not lies

[Verse]
Outside of all Time
Proportions vary sometimes
Every measure dilates
what is on the written slates
It matters less when we become
light transient beings’ sum

[Chorus]
Time no Time
They party entwined
All the dead people’s waltzes
The dancing pale corpses
They make merry with shut eyes
When sight sees not lies

“Time no Time” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / EDM
“Time no Time” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Gospel
“Time no Time” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Indie
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Still waiting for you

Still waiting for you
10 January 2026
Courtesy Sophie Wilkins


In my dreams
the wilderness screams
It pulses
convulses
through ancient time revises
threads of what life is

We were once
breath of warriors
now pale dunce
we relay
a stark falsehood lest we may
break our barriers

Fear to mull
we breed the inept
Tight concept
driven through
generations of split hull
shunning what is true

From ember
I now remember
promises
before Fall
There are reasons to recall
beyond white noises

The throbbing
through dark matter’s ink
leaves my mind
grey yet pink
when the memories rewind
stories for sobbing

The heart yearns
for Adam to wake
sullen turns
grave mistake
I am beyond who is who
still waiting for you

Reading of the poem:
Lilith: I Remember Eden – Ashen coir

The Frost Chronicles 7: The corridor of time

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)

Watercolour painting of an elephant

Watercolour painting of an elephant
23 February 2025
Aquarelle painting of an elephant by me

As I said yesterday I would try the watercolours this Sunday, I decided to go ahead and change the subject, choosing an elephant instead of a woman. The sky was overcast so I did not have a problem staying in with my paint. I kept trying to make sense of how the strokes appeared and getting annoyed with the blending as I had clearly lost my knack for it and so abandoned totally the idea of painting alla prima. I chose instead to paint each colour separate from the other with just a few blending strokes here and there. I hope you like it all the same.

I am leaving you with another wonderful song “day after day” by this lovely young lady called Elyanna.

Elyanna - Youm Wara Youm

Once more into the fray…

Once more into the fray...
8 February 2025
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I move quite regularly and can almost say that moving has become a habit, a treasured activity that forces me to reinvent myself while I reinvent my surroundings and ensure that either I adapt to them or they bear with me as I coax them into more habitable spaces that yield the kind of experience I wish. Every time I move, I unravel a trove of memories that come back to me like a storm or like a calm summer wind, depending upon how they were made and what they were made of. Some memories transcend the place and time they were born into and stay rooted like a hundred year-old olive tree. Their traces are like its shimmering leaves, spreading the feelings they once gave rise to within our bosoms and etching their particular aroma within our hungry nostrils as their intricacies play within our minds.

I sometimes feel like the olive tree itself, my memories shimmering within me and shedding light onto the pathways they forged within my mind. I am a tree of memories, the good and the bad, all laid out for my inner eye to see and my guts to experience all over again. I carry them sometimes into the open so I may pour all over them again my keen mind, eager to make sense of what could sometimes be senseless or to feel again what I had suppressed before for fear of not being able to overcome the deep foreboding that overcame me at that time. I am like a tree, yet unlike a tree I am unable to root myself into any ground. It seems like my gypsy spirit always wants to soar above the ground and visit yet another distant land, another unexplored part of the world. I sometimes wish I were an astronaut, able to roam the Universe rather than just the Earth.

I wonder if it is the fact that I come from a multicultural, multiracial background that makes me unable to take root anywhere. I feel no kinship to any of the countries I was born in or originated from by way of my lineage. More than a citizen of the world, I feel like a citizen of nothing, just a mass of energy floating here and there, never settling anywhere more than 6 years at a time in general. The longest I ever lived somewhere was in Dubai at Al Thanya Street where I remained for 8 years from 2010 until early 2018. For some reason, if it is not I who want to move, circumstances push me to make a move for somewhere else to stay in and I have never been able to stay in one place for 10 years or so. Every time I think I have found the place I want to stay in, I am out of there before the usual 6 year chime. It is as if I were a home Cinderella where the home would become a pumpkin at the end of the 6th year and my slippers would turn into bristles, causing me to strip them off and get going. So once more into the fray, this was again my moving day…

Disturbed - Hold on to Memories

Battlefield afresh

Battlefield afresh

10 December 2023
Courtesy pinterest.com

Into day
the grey mist rises
over feet
bundled neat
The wise accepting defeat
that end comprises

Waters ebb
as the edges flow
into dark
Absent spark
hidden within the bodies
sliding as they freeze

The winds burn
crevices in flesh
dainty lace
fading grace
tattoos of delicate mesh
Battlefield afresh

Reading of the poem:
Her & the Sea - Clann

In door which they lit

In door which they lit
16 September 2023
Courtesy HD wallpapers
Morose thoughts
find a renewed glow
Daffodils
growing slow;
they splatter sunlight upon
the shores of my heart

Orange seeds
harken to new start
Diluted 
misgivings
shaken into silken reeds
cloak my back new wings

I see change
some hard some lighter
Woven Time
knitted through
vibrancy of my spirit
in door which they lit

Reading of the poem: 
Sigur Rós - Skel (Official Video)