For those who say AI kills art, this song is about that.
I made this song to inspire those who have music in their hearts but never had the tools to bring it to life. The lyrics are 100% mine, and while the music was generated with Suno, I spent hours refining it, experimenting, and using up $20 of credits to shape it into exactly what I wanted. It wasn’t just a one-click process, I worked on this like any artist shaping their vision.
In a way, I stepped into the shoes of the character in the song, a dreamer with nothing but words on a page, finally given the power to create. After generating the music, I took it into my DAW and re-mastered it to get it just right, proving that AI isn’t about replacing musicians, it’s about enabling creativity.
And for those who feel unheard, keep creating. Your voice matters.

Falling Without You

Do what you do 
You get what you get. 
To hold or place that bet. 
It’s how we believe
 In that subject. 
The point is not to neglect 
In the way we connect. 
Through a spirit that you may not understand 
The dialect,
 The propagation of time 
Is how we confuse the mind. 
It’s caught in some web
 Forfeiting to the beckoning
 Of the belief in what it said.


YOU GET WHAT YOU GET

Virtuous and free
Flourishing a state to be
Beyond a leadership’s greed
Revengeful pleas
A sorrowful apprehension
Through a political contention
The choice to see
The decision to free
Carving out a reality
From a spiritual sensibility
Equally knowing
The suggestion showing,
Showing a way
Flowing of words to say
Coming day to day
Unfolding the way
To follow
Just let go and
Don’t be afraid
You can’t be touched
By a shadow’s crutch
Lifting of the veil
A curtain hiding
What’s not real

Virtuous and Free__

 assume this posture
I allow the grace
As I sit in gratitude
The acceptance of
My teacher’s virtue
And benevolence that
Was bestowed
Upon my premise
A path that becomes clear
To my independence
A consciousness gifted
It’s holy transcendence
Respecting all faiths
Blessing with grace
As I am released
The storyline that forsakes
My independence to create
This is my propagation
Of my soul.
Of a truth that is whole
I do not walk alone
I’m among the Masters
And Professors shown
The intention of my thinking
Is the resurrection
Of my believing

Rational Soul II

In way over your head
Not understanding
 the garbage being fed
The entrapment 
of your desire
To betray the people 
you once admired
Caught in a web
No control of what you said
Reaching with your greed
The commandments of fear 
that pleads
Pleads for reaction
Running for satisfaction
Not understanding 
the way out
Doubling down 
with hate’s political clout
Desperate and afraid
Of the trouble you made
Justified by the benefits
You might save
Your allegiance to what?
Those foreign commands t
hat shove
Blackmailed by shadows
Sold your soul 
for some coin
Crypted to a lie you joined
The answer to be
Is in what I see.
The fearlessness and love
I spend
Coming to me
This is the way to see it
Just for today
From the Holy Mother
To the baby
It’s here to save me
Time is not this rhyme
Because
 it’s the gracious calling
To something 
that never faulters
The order of atonement
Brought back to this moment
The resonating of
 the thankful song
The deliverance of a miscreation
That was wrong
Wrong in its plight
Shadowed by fright
Let go and fee the light
Move with delight
Lifting of the veil
It’s the optimizing 
you will feel.
The tale of two minds
Fear or love
Is the choice we find.

In Way Over Your Head__

Grievance to attack 
A mind fighting back 
Brought up with its norms 
A mind detecting the storms 
Or some valor 
A statue of itself 
Projecting outward in its manor 
In an atmosphere 
Presenting glamour 
As time pitter patters 
The choice between peace 
Or disruption  
Comes from the belief 
In our own thinking 
Grievances darken your mind 
A call for righteous judgement 
Is the attempt to correct 
The attack on its premise 
Tainted with environmental hysteresis 
Embedded in our social structure 
A trojan horse that is mustered 
Acceptable to the reactions 
Of some bluster 
A meditative note 
Not some sound that’s 
Rasping from a throat 
A clear harmonizing vibration 
Setting our thinking into 
The tranquil elation 
The ability to visualize past 
All the normalization 
And the subjugation 
From a state and its rationalization 
Of its own belief in the obligations 
Of our creations 
The ability to move free 
Free of the thinking  
Inside me 
My best thinking 
Keeps me a prisoner of time 
Vulnerable to what is not sublime 
A sublime mind 
Can escape time 
It doesn’t need valor 
Or righteousness to correct 
What is mine 
Free of the reaction 
Of my thinking 
The ability to know joy 
Beyond its form 
To behold a loving soul
Propagating through space 
Transmuting the human race 
The experimenting  
Of my thinking 
Is objectively 
Stunningly 
An attempt to sit and say 
“I will there be light” 
As we pray


My Clarion Moment

Besetting onto myself 
Thinking  
That this is the way 
The cards are dealt 
The mastery 
To be free 
Of the obligations 
To illusions 
That divide me. 
The conundrum 
Of this  
Ridiculous parody. 
The clarity 
Of myself. 
Imposed disparity 
An insincerity 
An imparity 
Overlooks 
What’s extraordinary. 
The contrary thinking 
It’s simple to see 
The mental vision in me. 
Looking past 
What’s free. 
The light in me. 
The mistake 
Is not what makes me. 
It only forges  
A way to see. 
I am one Self 
with my source. 
A voice that exhorts. 
The guarantors 
Of knowledge 
Becomes yours. 
Becomes a will 
No longer needing 
To implore. 
With the ability 
To endure 
Eternally. 
A graceful state 
Of oneness. 
Salvation comes 
From my one Self.  
No longer 
Separate, 
Dissociated, 
And projecting. 
But, the acceptance 
Of the strength 
Of my source. 
While living 
In the course. 
My mind will bless 
All things 
Confusion done. 
Salvation comes 
From my one Self. 
It’s thoughts  
Are mine to use.

The Cards are Dealt

America
Love it or leave it
Do they mean 
To be free of it?
Love what?
Love the fact
That if you work hard
And have values
Become part of 
A community?
Respect and unity.
Offer a hand
To the world?
Stand for the great good
And faith 
That benevolent
God can understand.
Or
Leave it for what?
So, fear and darkness
Can disrupt?
Just take
With anger and glut?
Leave it to them for what?

These colors don’t run
So, what do they do?
Do they just sit
And look at you?
I hope you’re not saying something
That keeps me praying
They stand for you
And not for we.
You, as I watch
Those colors bleed
With hate and greed
I know the billionaires
Can see
As the hard-working
Are tempted to flee
As they rip off people
From our streets
They wear masks
So, we don’t see
Their white sheets
They want us running
The tariffs are coming
To whom are you siding?
God, please bring back
Joe. 
This economic train wreck
We are riding
My faith is my choice
Not the choice
Of a narcissistic 
Pampered King
The colors represent
My faith
Freedom
To experience
God given grace
Mentored by
My will 
In this divine space
The ability to represent
Something more
Then we can preach
Our constitution
Was written in blood
For a country that
Finally stood up
Against what?
The subjugation of
Our individual beliefs
Becoming
The backbone
Of something more
That a despot can beseech

It is peace
That completes
A vision with its reach
With home
Kindness
And 
Diplomacy
That globally
Shows mercy.

AMERICA__

DESPOTS FOR HIRE

Blue

A collective consciousness  
Is what the mind seeks. 
The identification 
From the strong 
To the weak. 
The inclusion of what  
is inside me 
Begins to peek 
The safety of the flock 
Or to ground 
Like a rock. 
The movement 
With the herd 
Can this be  
the place where  
my voice is heard? 
As I speak 
Does the voice 
Become weak? 
A vision, 
A little more bright 
Or bleak 
To the shadows 
Of the night. 
To be or not to be 
To throng or to see 
Can I still hear 
While being a part of we? 
Then, why do they 
Listen to he? 
Or is it just 
A fabrication of a mind 
Reaching for its greed? 
To sit and assemble 
The consciousness 
That resembles 
The voice inside 
The temple. 
As I change 
What I see 
The posture 
Inside me 
I allow the world 
To be free 
Not chained by  
What I see. 
The holy propensity 
Inside me 
The divine silence 
That speaks to me. 
The choice is mine 
Where to seek.

The Choice Is Mine

"Miracles are the effect of thought. Thought can make the lower order or create the higher order. This is the basic distinction between intellectualizing and true thinking."  ACIM #14.  Our intention with our musical poetry is to find Peace of Mind.

The Choice Is Mine

TUNE Your Mind