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.

THE HEALING EXAMPLE

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

The empirical mind
Is what and how you find
Some spiritual theory
To Timothy Leary
You are
a reflection of me
Who and what we see
I am not alone
The universal consciousness
Is always shown
A hive with two queens
A division seen
The propagation of
A species
How I base
My thesis
A consciousness
Without treaties
Teach these
Aristotle’s virtuous ethics
A rational soul
A knowledge to behold
Flourishing music
With its message to be told
I see you
You see me
Looking through
A lens of theory
A rational soul
A thinking to uphold
Knowing what is being told
A human experience to behold
Aristotle to Leary
The quest is to see
It all clearly
Negations of theory
An altar held dearly
The difference between
Virtual and virtuous
Don’t’ let it make
your thinking weary




Aristotle to Leary

Chris Ray, 
What can I say? 
The grand illusion
 Of walking with the fray. 
My human experience
 A clairvoyance 
Of a voice
 With no sound.
 Just pockets 
Convincing me 
Trying to convince you 
Let’s not be fooled 
By a statement of such
 To heal your
 Metaphysical crutch. 
To…
 Is not to touch 
The translucent opinions 
With no buts 
Caught in a web 
Of a construct 
But given the grace 
A key to unlock
 The gate that confined me
 The exchanging of gifts 
Emblematic treasures 
Symptomatic 
To the knowledge 
To weather past time 
Cryptic
 illusionary 
Conditional pleasures
 Opening of a portal
 To an ancient normal
 Past the old guard


OLDGUARD

I was looking for enlightenment
But I found the gates of hell
A place when I entered
I would learn how to sell
Alleviating me of my values
Casted to walk amongst the shadows
Capturing all my dreams
Placing me in a reality
Where Simply IS what it seems
Manifestations
Of all my lies
Confiscating my pride
A spiritual existence
That belied something lost inside
That waited for me to decide
As shadows walked by my side
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
A soul exposed to darkness
Will begin to rust

LOOKING FOR ENLIGHTENMENT

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__

Accepting who you are
Isn’t that what
It’s all about?
Not taking
Your truth
And running it through
That doubt
The task at hand
Is where we stand
Understanding the lies
That misguide
As we try and try
To deal with 
What’s not real.
Forgive to live
Act to create
Your path
Plan, so you can stand.
Participate
While you communicate.
Pause
But don’t hold back.
Take flight
And let go 
Of the fright.
Be in the now
You will know how.
Be a writer
Not a fighter
Stand up 
To stand down
Listen to learn
And learn to listen
Isn’t that 
What’s missing?
See the path
And avoid the rath
Release the mind
Release the body
Now its time
to embody
Let go of the grief
Dissipate the sin
Be ready to experience
What’s within
Seek and find
What’s real
Look at your work
And say
That’s no big deal
Speak not of profanity
And don’t lean
to insanity
Don’t listen to the lie
Listen to what’s inside
It’s the doubt
That splits
It’s time to shift
Shift away
And be in the day
To look and say
This is the way.

THE TASK AT HAND__

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

"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 TASK AT HAND__

TUNE Your Mind

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