Moonmilk and Meteor Vines (Donna)
lyrics by Donna & ChatGPT
image from Pinterest
music by Suno AI

Moonmilk and Meteor Vines (Donna)

She sails in a thimble through velvet eclipse
With silver dust comets that kiss at her lips
The night bends its knee when she hums to the stars
And plucks constellations like strings on guitars

Moonmilk and meteor vines
She wraps round the edges of Saturn’s design
With lullaby lanterns she hung in her hair
She’s dreaming through time in the lavender air

She gathers her wishes in velvet cocoon
Feeds them to orchids that bloom by the moon
Jupiter knows her, she borrowed his ring
To wear as a bracelet when planets all sing

Moonmilk and meteor vines
She weaves through the pulses of crystalline lines
She hums with the orbit, she glows with the tide
The galaxies hush when she opens her eyes

Venus once taught her to waltz in the mist
Mars sent her postcards she sealed with a kiss
She carries a compass that’s made from a sigh
And maps out her path in the blink of an eye

Now when I wander through skies full of lace
I follow the footprints she left in deep space
If you hear laughter like starlight on chimes
She’s near — making tea out of leftover time

Moonmilk and meteor vines
She’s dancing where gravity quietly pines
A wish in her pocket, a tune in her hands
She lives in the dreams no one understands


Moonmilk and Meteor Vines (Donna)

Pocket (alternate version) (John M Bennett)
lyrics ©John M Bennett
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

Pocket (John M Bennett)

She said a word in her pocket
She put a ticket in her pocket
She put a nail in her pocket
She put a tiny mirror in her pocket
She put a feather in her pocket
She put a grocery list in her pocket
She put some salt and hair in her pocket
She put a book in her pocket
She put her mouth in her pocket
She spit in her pocket



Pocket (alternate version) (John M Bennett)

Veil of the Turning Star (Sacred Rose)
lyrics by Sacred Rose & ChatGPT
image & music by Suno AI

Veil of the Turning Star (Sacred Rose)

Crystalline the morning hums
Sunlight drips from astral drums
Children trace the spiral sky
Through oceans where the echoes lie

Whirl in time, the silence spins
Names dissolve where life begins

Lift the veil of the turning star
Sing the flame of who we are
In every breath, the sky appears
Held between the golden spheres

Ancient tones in violet air
Thread the soul with solar care
Footsteps bloom in mirrored sand
Calling forth the knowing hand

Form and fire, stone and stream
All arise within the dream

Lift the veil of the turning star
Sing the flame of who we are
In every breath, the sky appears
Held between the golden spheres

“Beneath the crown of singing trees
The breath of time unwinds with ease
And every note the cosmos plays
Is etched in us in unknown ways…”

Echoes fall through diamond rain
Wisdom moves in root and vein
We are notes the starlight wrote
Carried in the fireboat

One by one, the visions rise
Born of earth and open skies

Lift the veil of the turning star
Sing the flame of who we are
In every breath, the sky appears
Held between the golden spheres

Lift the veil… lift the veil…
(…of the turning star…)
Sing the flame… we are the flame…
(…of who we are…)


Basketball (Steven T)

Monday in Marigold Square (Arthur Fisher)
lyrics by Arthur Fisher & ChatGPT
image from Meta AI
music by Suno AI

Monday in Marigold Square (Arthur Fisher)

There’s a man in a bowler who feeds the blackbirds
He hums with the rhythm of passing trains
He tells me the clouds are just curious thoughts
That drift from the minds of the windowpanes

And the baker’s boy whistles his tune of the day
While dodging the puddles in patent shoes
He swears that the steam from his morning rolls
Carries the headlines and yesterday’s news

Monday in Marigold Square
Time has a nap in the noonday air
Buses go blinking and blinking again
As daisies bloom wild in the cracks of the lane

Mrs. Delancey with curls in a bonnet
Sells stories for tuppence and tea from a pot
She once danced with sailors down Piccadilly
And claims she remembers the Queen when she forgot

Monday in Marigold Square
Truth wears a tie and a faraway stare
Clocks all forget what they’re ticking for
And the cat in the window is keeping the score

So if you should wander through dreams unaware
You might find your shoes in Marigold Square
Where nothing is certain and nothing is wrong
And the pigeons applaud at the end of the song


Monday in Marigold Square (Arthur Fisher)

Silvervale (Elizabeth)
lyrics by Elizabeth & ChatGPT
image from Pinterest
music by Suno AI

Silvervale (Elizabeth)

Crayling through silverskin hushlight
Threnody bloom in the veilshade
Fennel-winged, she carousels bright
Threaded in bluegrain cascade

Ahh... syllafey, ooh... maralune
Hearts in a whorling balloon
Tethered to skyblush and rune
Drifting through silvervale’s tune

Lachry-pearls on the whispervine
Draped over amberdown sleep
Tincture and halo entwine
Voicing what silence might keep

Glissamer, fallowine,
Spiral the hymn beneath
My kaleideyes
Rain on your reef

Ahh... syllafey, ooh... maralune
Hearts in a whorling balloon
Tethered to skyblush and rune
Drifting through silvervale’s tune

Velveted murmurs in gloaming delay
Lifting the hush in a lavender sway


Silvervale (Elizabeth)

Cut Away (Ken Clinger)
lyrics ©Ken Clinger
image from Pinterest
music by Suno AI


Cut Away (Ken Clinger)

Cut away, just for a moment
Cut away, and then let go
Slip into another realm
We’ve learned to disregard
With no reinforcement
Over years it fades away
Leaving tracks in fairy tales
We soon learn to outgrow

Something enchanted
Something sublime
Something that makes us wonder
Exciting and benign

Dreaming
Sometime
Slip into 
another realm
Somehow quite familiar
While it happens
Then it’s gone

Live a life of ritual
With our responsibilities
Leaving so much else behind
That doesn’t seem to matter
Somewhere in the distance
A slight memory is found
That we’d vowed to never lose it
But we can’t remember what

Something enchanted
Something sublime
Something that makes us wonder
Exciting and benign

Maybe when we’re older
When we find a little time
Maybe we can dwell upon it
If it’s not too late

Take the time
To reach beyond
The daily ebb and flow
Maybe a part of us left behind
More precious than we know

Something enchanted
Something sublime
Something that makes us wonder
Exciting and benign

Cut away
Cut away
Slip into another realm
Cut away
Cut away
Cut away…











Cut Away (Ken Clinger)

Apocalypse Chime (Tom Furgas)
lyrics ©Tom Furgas
image by Tom Furgas
music by Suno AI

Apocalypse Chime (Tom Furgas)

Apocalypse chime attrition
Chime attrition harpsichord
Attrition harpsichord cocktail
Harpsichord cocktail crest
Cocktail crest apocalypse
Crest apocalypse chime

apocalypse chime
apocalypse chime
(apocalypse chime)

Crest cocktail harpsichord
Cocktail harpsichord attrition
Harpsichord attrition chime
Attrition chime apocalypse
Chime apocalypse crest
Apocalypse crest cocktail

crest cocktail
crest cocktail
(crest cocktail)

Attrition harpsichord chime
Harpsichord chime cocktail
Chime cocktail apocalypse
Cocktail apocalypse crest
Apocalypse crest attrition
Crest attrition harpsichord

attrition harpsichord
attrition harpsichord
(attrition harpsichord)

(apocalypse chime)
(apocalypse chime)
(apocalypse chime)








Apocalypse Chime (Tom Furgas)

I am counting (alternate version)(KC) أنا أحسب(كيه سي) 
lyrics ©Ken Clinger
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

I am counting (KC) أنا أحسب(كيه سي)

واحد،
اثنان،
ثلاثة،
أربعة،
خمسة.

أنا أحسب.
أنا أحسب.

ستة،
سبعة،
ثمانية،
تسعة،
عشرة.

لا أزال أحسب.
لا أزال أحسب.

عشرة،
تسعة،
ثمانية،
سبعة،
ستة.

الآن أقوم بالعد للخلف.
الآن أقوم بالعد للخلف.

خمسة،
أربعة،
ثلاثة،
اثنان،
واحد.

الآن انتهيت من العد التنازلي.
الآن انتهيت من العد التنازلي.
وانتهيت من العد

[AI messed up the English section, but I’m pretty sure the previous Arabic section is ok.]

one,
two,
three,
four,
five.

I am counting.
I am counting.

six,
seven,
eight,
nine,
ten.

I am still counting.
I am still counting.

ten,
nine,
eight,
seven,
six.

now I am counting backwards.
now I am counting backwards.

five,
four,
three,
two,
one.

now I am done counting backwards.
and I am done counting

I am counting (alternate version)(KC) أنا أحسب(كيه سي)

The Problem With Progress  (Briyan Frederick) 
lyrics ©Bryan Baker
image & music by Suno AI

The Problem With Progress (Briyan Frederick)

While we eat our cake
What's in it clouds our fate
When what's for breakfast
Doubts dessert's mistakes

While we eat our cake
And laugh about the past
Like fools we do not ask
Until it's far too late

The problem with progress is
When strings are pulled and puppets dance like this
There's very little chance
The master cares to glance
At what's in it for the puppet class --
That's you…
And me (Unfortunately…)

While we eat our cake
Growing fatter by the day
Having it and eating too
Ignoring all the work to do

The problem with progress is
When strings are pulled and puppets dance like this
There's very little chance
The master cares to glance
At what's in it for the puppet class --
That's you…
And me (Unfortunately…)

The problem with progress
Is its outcome is manifest
Through the flyover leftovers
It forgets

While we eat our cake
What's in it clouds our fate
When what's for breakfast
Doubts dessert's mistakes

The problem with progress is
When strings are pulled and puppets dance like this
There's very little chance
The master cares to glance
At what's in it for the puppet class --
That's you…
And me (Unfortunately…)

The Problem With Progress  (Briyan Frederick)

Valued and Seen (Kathleen)
lyrics by Kathleen  & Meta AI
image from Pinterest
music by Suno AI

Valued and Seen (Kathleen)

I used to try, to fit in the mold
To be the one, that they wanted to hold
But like a puzzle piece, that doesn't quite fit
I realized I was, in the wrong place to sit

If they don't value you, don't be blue
It just means you're not, in the right place for you
Those who know your worth, will appreciate your soul
Don't stay where you're not seen, you deserve to be made whole

I've been to places, where I felt like a guest
Where my presence was tolerated, but not truly blessed
But then I found, a place that felt like home
Where my heart was seen, and my spirit was known

If they don't value you, don't be blue
It just means you're not, in the right place for you
Those who know your worth, will appreciate your soul
Don't stay where you're not seen, you deserve to be made whole

Don't waste your time, on those who don't see
The beauty and worth, that's uniquely you and me
Keep moving forward, until you find your place
Where your value is recognized, and your heart finds its space

If they don't value you, don't be blue
It just means you're not, in the right place for you
Those who know your worth, will appreciate your soul
Don't stay where you're not seen, you deserve to be made whole

Now I know, that I'm in the right place
Where my heart is valued, and my spirit finds its space
I'll never settle, for anything less
I'll keep on moving, until I'm truly blessed.


Moonmilk and Meteor Vines (Donna)

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