Autumn watches things big and small wither and die, with a loving smile.
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Go check out LPDJ's music, you'll be in for a treat: https://soundcloud.com/user-351808401
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LPDJ: original guitar track and composition
FoF: drums, bass, synth, interesting (ahem) mix

Autumn's compassionate indifference

P-Joyful Night Abyss

Reassuringly Confused

Soul Flare

Are we tuned
Inside
Raised by light

Set being to burst
Oratory honed
Utopia thirst
Life free formed

Fusion of cell
Live conscious cure
Abundance of smell
Real taste
Elemental nature

Science is sowed
Oars of truth 
Ubiquitous bowed
Lambent for youth

Forgiving extant
Listened acute
Affable chant
Radiant
Enlightened fruit

Are we tuned
Inside
Raised by light

Tuned
Soul flare for care
Soul flare for your care


The words are built on the song name here again. So Soul Flare is spelled downward by the verse initials and Air is thrown in for good measure 🔆

Check out Hand on the Rock on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/dO3NOzVnVU7opjX0E0
Thanks to our Canadian friend David, I now know this is called an 'acrostic' poem. The Rock is the master of nostalgia and has carved out an incredibly unique song writing style well worth your ears and a permanant rabbit hole 🫡✌🏻


Soul Flare

Lyrics:
Twenty floors up, just you and me,
You look amazing, wild and free.
I smell your scent, it drives me wild,
A sensual tease for an elevator ride.

You assess my ass, eyes burning bright,
Leather and tattoos, You’re pure delight.
You lean in close, your breath on my skin
You touch my waist, let the fury begin.

(Chorus)
In this elevator, under the crude lights,
Your kinky smiles, my desire ignites.
Dirty words, your devilish fingers,
Moments like these, forever lingers.

I’m overwhelmed, panties at my knees
The mirrors reflect our tangled bodies
I wave and moan as the world fade.
In this metal box, our love displayed.

We kiss deeply, I  fondle your nipples
Between my thighs, your hand stipples.
Impressionist orgasm, a master piece.
Our reflections multiply my bliss.

(Bridge)
We’re caught in our rush,
oh, that heated blush.
Bring this orgasmic lush, 
Get ready for the gush.

(Chorus)
In this elevator, under the crude lights,
Your kinky smiles, my desire ignites.
Dirty words, your devilish fingers,
Moments like these, forever lingers.

The doors open, unleash our heat,
I pull up my panties, red as a beet.
My friends’ flat is on the right,
The doors close, you take flight.


Elevator Love

Not sure how I feel about your scene-electric spirit

Made in November 2025

Video;  https://youtu.be/lAy1CMUHKyQ?si=Db25cQHSyQrZJCtQ

Connections

This song was Created and written by: 
J J Sameul
The music, vocals, production and mastering by: 
J J Samuel 

#EDM #Pop #Duet #Heartfelt #Uplifting #Anthemic
#Intimate #Warm #Emotional #Love #Passionate #Redemption #Immense

This is one of my older songs, I wrote this in my partners perspective and how we were at the time, although we had awkward and difficult times, we overcome our differences and I learn from past mistakes and we promised each other to love each other and not let this happen again. It’s a love story about redemption and Making immense. True love is rare and no one is perfect so these things happen. It’s how you work together as a team to make sure it works and move forward. We are human and errors are made. Life is short and it important to cherish the ones you love and don’t let go! It can be saved or nurtured. ✍️ 🎶

💔 MEAN IT ❤️

Collateral Damage

Drum sample from https://www.discogs.com/master/696229.
Downpitched acoustic guitar.
Synthesizer.

"Dig Deep East"

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Digital Decay Funk Off!

music is the fabulous  'Funk Off!'  by Box Number Twelve
https://soundcloud.com/boxnumbertwelve/funk-off

lyrics and narration production by fictionalive

want more? 
A Box with a Number - Out of the Box with Number Twelve
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/out-of-the-box-with-number-twelve

for more exciting sonic explorations, you know the password,
don't hold back, open the candy Box Number Twelve here @boxnumbertwelve

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fusion of it all -
fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports


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Digital Decay Funk Off!

Brain Hop

fictionalive /
popoems series / hyper media reports 
2001 / 2011 / 2024

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An artist is someone who creates or expresses ideas, emotions, or visions through a chosen medium, aiming to communicate, inspire, or evoke a response.

This definition embraces all forms of creativity—visual, musical, literary, or performance—and emphasizes the purpose of connection and expression rather than formal titles or external validation.

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Brain Hop

Brain Hop is a musical genre invented by the artist fictionalive on Monday, December 1st, 2025, at 1:24 PM. The genre seeks to bring depth, intellect, and philosophical reflection into (hip-hop) music, emphasizing thoughtful lyricism and cognitive engagement. Brain Hop differentiates itself from mainstream (hip-hop) by prioritizing meaningful content, complex themes, and a cerebral approach to rhythm and rhyme.

The creation of Brain Hop responds to criticisms that contemporary (hip-hop) often lacks intellectual depth. It aims to provide an artistic space where artists explore profound social, political, and existential issues through innovative beats and poetic lyrics. Brain Hop is positioned as part of a movement to elevate (hip-hop) culture into new territories of artistic and cultural significance.

As of its inception, Brain Hop is recognized as an emerging genre within underground and alternative music scenes, promising to attract listeners and creators who value music that stimulates both mind and soul.

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