Poetry & Music

Epping Walk

Bushwick Love

Vivian【17】

Mari Froes - Figa De Guiné (Tiktok)

This is the second remote collaboration I have done with the very talented kinelle-man. Check out more of the the music of kinelle-man here: https://soundcloud.com/kinelle-man

Music by kinelle-man and Brosco
Photo by Suzanne Rinehart

The Same River Twice (Kinelle - Brosco Coolaboration)

I felt like creating a quick short track without a lot of thought this weekend. Came up with this thing. 
music: mike brosco
photo: mike brosco

Snag

Exploration into the dark depths of the undergrowth......tenor saxes and moog leading the way.

Original recording:
https://soundcloud.com/user-146692255/moo155m3-equatorius-pre-daw?si=c5fbfe9c3dfc42f391d44e5d9645db83&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

EQUATORIOUS

Metaphysical colours

Update: Added Owl sound used straight and pitch shifted it - 7 and - 5 semitones to make a melody (Track 1 ~ Owl Straight / Track 2 ~ Owl -5 / Track 3 ~ Owl -7 // then place each owl where you need it to follow a chord) Interestingly we are tuned to 432Hz here and the straight Owl sound fits like a glove also making the even pitch shifts workable as a melody.. Maybe it would work at 440 too I might reverse test that at some point to see if we sound in tune at concert pitch too. Maybe we would as the owl would be vibrating either side of both 432 & 440 frequencies tuning references significantly so might not be a good test of 432 vs 440

Lyrics

Vampires, Owls, Foxes, Bats
Shape shift with me good dear night hacks
Headphones, high and tuned to silence
Distraction proof for art compliance

No interruption,
Inner comes out
Ears mute brain blindness,
Day machines see muted pout
Just you and melody and words and wise
Just laser tuned,
Sixth sense gets eyes

Nocturnal aliens return to planet
2am, dock to space port
Bring life to the inanimate
Headphones, high and tuned with silance
Distraction proof for art compliance

Nocturnal aliens
Get that new brain born
Arts salient norm
See sustenance seed
New pathways
Mind breathe 
Good nocturnal aliens learn with me

Nocturnal Aliens

Lyrics

Ronald Duck your dollar dumb
Ronald Duck your dollar dumb

The politics is switched off
It's not humane
Though humane is their job
I try for fantasy in sounds
And try and spell that slop
But that spelling can't be found

So in the dreams we ditch them
And somehow make a new plan
Here survival is focused to every cell
Everyone
Everything
Every atom
The whole system
Donald Duck your dollar dumb
Your Euro tone & your Yen
Donald Duck dollar dumb

The politics is switched off
It's not humane
Though humane is their job
I try for fantasy in sounds
And try and spell that slop
But that spelling can't be found

It's fucking your job...

So in the dreams we ditch them
And somehow make a new plan
Here survival is focused to every cell
Every atom
Everyone
Survival of system
Donald Duck your dollar dumb
Your Euro tone & your Yen
Donald Duck dollar dumb
It's survival Son
Donald Duck their dollar dumb
Money can't save anyone
No coin fixes Earth blisters
Misses' and Misters

The politics is switched off
It's not humane
Though humane is their job
I try for fantasy in sounds
And try and spell that slop
But that spelling can't be found

Ronald Duck your dollar dumb
Ronald Duck your dollar dumb


Dollar Dumb (Acoustic Live)

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The Enigma, Voyage of the Veiled Lyre:
A Secret Journey Through Song, Poetry, and Philosophy / Pt. 1
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story created, lyrics written and narrated by fictionalive /
The song 'Isolate Prior' is written, produced, and provided by mobygratis.com, licensed / arranged, mixed by fictionalive / fusion of it all – fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports / fair use only /
dropped July 1st, 2025 
07:00 pm central european hot summer time //
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The Enigma, Voyage of the Veiled Lyre: A Secret Journey Through Song, Poetry, and Philosophy / Pt. 1

We started raising Frogs recently. I had never realized that the only parts of Earth Frogs haven't carved out a niche is the salty seas. They are prolific everywhere else apparently! Fascinating... From arctic frogs to desert frogs of Namibia... Everywhere but the Sea.. A bit like us except we can't almost fully freeze and relight another season like frogs can. A frog pumps glucose through its veins to achieve this. Glucose has a lower freezing temperature then water allowing this feature be a tool for their survival in some very very cold climates

The song is for artist Fr0ggy5
Check out fr0ggy5 on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/XQGjvQiQGNdmVXqXte

Worth a permanent rabbit hole to find out what the rest of the Multiverse is up to with music!

Tempo - 5 BPM
Timing - 2/64
Tuning - 432 Hz A
Solfeggio Tuning forks - 963 / 639 / 432 / 396 / 174 / all in focus
Irish Sea Rocks assist our beat


Lyrics
Avoid the salt
Your kryptonite
Hey Teach!
Basalt
Rock abundant
Viscosity vice
Madame universe
Fr0ggy5
From which 'verse now will you arrive

Void finds captured moments
Sounds almost forgotten
Plenty just found
All rivers besotten
Sound upon sound
Sutured through singularity
Inspired rhythmic walks
Fr0ggy5 new reality

Avoid the salt
The rest, Fair game
Hey Teach our malleable little brain'
Earth tailored acoustic
Time Bruce Lee chopped
Your music heuristucal mind food dropped

Black hole to black hole
Goodies return
New musical physics
Hey Teach! We learn
Metaphysical mimics
Sample sane for the gimmicks

Add this verse:
Good glucose flow glistens
Flipping 'verse gets cold
You travel by mind
Now this multiverse we show
Free fibonachi filled Fr0ggy5 know

Fr0ggy5 is alive


Notes 🎶 🔆 

I think here we are starting to see a type of music that AI can never ever ever EVER achieve. Music that is lasered by an artist to another human being. AI can't write that because it has to be born from musical love and love for human beings. AI can only ever guess how we love each other! I know! Even if AI were tomwrite lyrics for me and guess... It never got felt in the first place so it's meaningless and souless. This got felt and soon it will be received and that's beautiful and that's art and that's official real life intelligence. Keep human art alive with love... That's what we do... Combine that love with what we connect most too... AI doesn't know what the combination of what I and Fr0ggy5 love and what that shared love might deliver in the few moments of a song. It hasn't had our experiences and hasn't felt what we have felt in all those moments combined. Only our brains did that. Again, it can guess the feelings, it can try and help you feel some random feelings about a subject but it can't create the feelings. Only we can do that and that takes intelligence like a FROG has. Only love and zero hate and nothing fake...

This creative process has been spread over months. It includes lightning bolts of real from several of our interactions where we taught each other things chatting and sharing our real music. Another mutual friend of ours, Marcin Kulik and I had a what's app chat that seeded the title and the dimension of the ideas... This is incomparable to anything AI can ever achieve and it highlights how you are not an artist if you use it for making music. Art is best when it reflects the actual life of people and to do that properly you need to experience it to pen it and play it. The last time I checked AI isn't scanning your experiences in your head yet so your result will always be fake guessery... Not Art. Even if it could scan your thoughts... once the ideas leave you it's not you interpreting it anymore so again even at that it can't get close to human ingenuity with evolving creativity by skill! This is art and I'll keep saying it until people realise the difference and stop insulting the world of art and how it evolved our culture and society

Madame Multiverse

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Dance With Wisdom, Not Mindlessly // Death In The Afternoon Mix
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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive /
the song 'Death In The Afternoon' is written, produced, and provided by mobygratis, licensed /
arranged, mixed by fictionalive /
fusion of it all – fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports / cover art by fictionalive / fair use only /
dropped July 3st, 2025
11:33 pm central european hot summer time //
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Dance With Wisdom, Not Mindlessly // Death In The Afternoon Mix

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What If? For How Long Must We Walk Alone // 
HeruKhuti’s To My People Melt
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Just a sketch I caught at 4 AM while working on a voice telling a story. It came together in my headphones—thought you might vibe with it, maybe even up for a collab?
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What If? For How Long Must We Walk Alone // HeruKhuti’s To My People Melt
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The Enigma’s Crew salutes
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HeruKhuti: To My People
written, produced and provided by
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HeruKhuti / visit / HeruKhuti https://soundcloud.com/quincy-frierson
To My People by HeruKhuti:
https://soundcloud.com/quincy-frierson/project_1964-mastered?si=2c2e1df1394e4cf7adcc58cf0d627db2&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
fictionalive: What If? For How Long Must We Walk Alone
homage and narration, original lyrics
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Fusion of it all—fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports
Cover art fictionalive / fair use only
Dropped July 13th, 2025
10:12 am, Central European hot summer time
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Homage: HeruKhuti—The Quiet Force

In the deep currents of New York’s creative underworld, HeruKhuti stands as a quiet force—a poet, a producer, a soul who lets the music do the talking. Not a man of many words, unless you are lucky enough to call him friend and catch him in a rare, golden moment. When he speaks, it’s with purpose. When he creates, it’s with depth.

His track “To My People” is more than music—it’s a message, a memory, a call to unity and healing. The Enigma’s crew recognizes a kindred spirit: humble, powerful, and always true.

Ten days ago, HeruKhuti simply said, “I love it.” That was enough. Sometimes, the deepest connections need no explanation. The Captain watched the signs—one track reposted from Kinelle Man’s (UK) Poetry & Music playlist, a silent nod across the Atlantic, from London to NY to… me. Free the bird.

Tonight, the Enigma’s crew answers that call.
We walk together, even when the roads are long and lonely.
We melt the distance with sound.
We honor the humble, the patient, the true.

Captain’s Note:
This drop is more than a track—it’s a salute to those who speak softly but carry the world in their music.
HeruKhuti, this one’s for you.
Let the waves carry it far.
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What If? For How Long Must We Walk Alone // HeruKhuti's To My People Melt

File Uddated @ 17:46 GMT
Added gallop like bass and continued developing the vox line. Very strange singing about this mountain... It's not that the mountain makes me emotional but the moments growing up that it was the backdrop for are just so deep

This is about the mountain I grew up on the side of as a kid, Carraig Una (Carrigoona) in the Wicklow/Dublin mountains, Ireland. A powerful place. My brother and I used to walk the hills most days rolling down the ferns and making little mini avalanches in the rocky patches. There are amazing views of the Wicklow mountains and Irish coastline around Bray and Dublin bay looking east. Such amazing memories and so lucky to have grown up in a place like this. Mountain man. Schweeeeeet The view from Carraig Una's peak is the banner on my profile. Bray is the town you can see and Dublin bay is off to the left 🪉

Another thing to note is... This is barely even classified as a mountain. It's 172m at peak and you'd be hard pushed to find it in a list of Mountains when researching it. For me though it's the best mountain in the world and the most powerful one ever. I'm a boy again when I drive past it and now I'm a boy again every time I open SoundCloud and see this gem haha. The mountain everyone in the area would connect to most is off to the left and towers above Carraig Una, It's called The Sugar Loaf. Another rock beast and Caraig Una if effectively a shoulder of that larger mountain... But Sugar Daddy ain't got nothing on our Carraig Una. Our house shared a name with the mountain too 🏡⛰️

I think this is why I'm not really drawn to city life. I'm much too sperated from nature and it feels weird. I have vivid memories of coming home from holidays and the whole drive home from the airport being alien... Then appeared the mountain! Home

Thinking about these mountains in the light of their age of 400 million years. That's 350 million more then the Himalayas. That's lots of thinking time for a mountain getting rained on and weathered for its entire existence. I'd say it has some stories to tell us. Got of a few off him and he is quite the Druid ⛰️🐕

We moved from here to Bray a few kilometers away. We brought our dog Diego to the new house and he dug his way out of the new garden and went home. We found him a day later back on the mountain. We agreed with our old neighbours that they would feed him and he lived out his days as king of Carraig Una. Diego Maradogga 🫶🏽🔆

Lyrics

Carraig Una
Carraig Una

Dear Mountain,
You moulded me.
We lived on your side
Walked your trails regularly
Caledonian power
Pure unbiased
On your fern filled sides we rolled
Your pleasure paths held our hearts up highest

Your rocky patches show physics lessons
Those cheeky avalanches sums' best
Mountainous imagination sessions
Permanent impressions
They saw many millions of years
They saw Pangea before human fears

Carraig Una
Carraig Una

Flanked by Bray Head and Sugar Loaves
The big two find the crowds
Carraig Una was ours
Keeping us real, giving us good hours
Tuned to your rock and force filled powers
Neuroplastic love finds eternal pathways of flowers

Carraig Una (Demo)

Bootleggers On Blast (Produced by Ace Ha)

Lyrics

Give me some jazzy dream
Come on fill my heart
It's an abyss in there for your good clean
Call it storage for making art
Children can learn whats real
If they're lost, Here a soul they'll find
Who lays it all bare for the team
Just to show the truth can still rule our kind

Mirror You Mirror Me
Positive truce or negative need
Let stillness seed and silence show
The less control of others the more you'll know

Observable this Universe
Discernment grows those other views with worth
Each niche can teach
In evolution we reach
Fittest of physical traits
Good bye to that fake behaviour you make

Mirror You Mirror Me
I'm tilting away from your false realities
Let stillness seed this stern nuclear glow
I won't mirror others where fake is all they show

Mirror feed
Be positively free
Stand your ground
Don't be afraid
Defend your friends from weak bullies

It's subtle light funkamental
Shove away the dark
Get a grip on the mental
Be your brightest human light
Make your own new fundamental

Deal dust in night power moth
Let's hug a tree so sayeth this goth
Mirror Free Mirror True
Never fear rips all power from you
It's the tree wrapped arms that bring this glow
Churn that chime
Tree let know

Mirror You
Mirror Me

Mirror You Mirror Me
I'm tilting away from your false realities
Let stillness seed this stern nuclear glow
I won't mirror others where fake is all they show

Mirror Mirror on the wall
Where's that love
Now, for us all
Give us a bit
Hope to enthral
Don't be a glitch   
Our darkness will fall

Mirror Mirror on the wall
We got the love
Our biggest ball
The game is good
Game time for all
Lest scratch that itch
Light, waves, air
Enthral
Mirror Mirror on the wal

This is one peruses how we mirror eachother behaviourally and energetically. Unless we tilt away from less conscientious behaviour it's difficult to not absorb the feelings thrown at you by others and for them visa versa. That's why I call for that positive wave from people so much as the more of us that consciously project positivity the more positive Earth becomes for everyone. Live your own prayers of positive please. I try hard. It's easy to make a song about it but it's visciously hard to live it all the time, but I'll keep trying to get better at it everyday for Earth and my Kids. They deserve it and it could be their only hope at survival . The current & next generations need to finally find that positive human niche collectively or it may be game over for human planet. Earth will move on with new life with or without us. I know which outcome I'd prefer to try and mould.

That's how we wipe out depression, by not creating fear filled realities for our children. Once they start experiencing more and more positive upbringings then they won't need to figure out the fear as they will have transcended being afraid from young and there will be nothing for them to be depressed about.

A bit of Light 🕯️ 

GAA - Gaelic games in Ireland involves two sports. Gaelic Football & Hurling. For the last while the GAA has established itself in Palestine. It's a beautiful bit of light for me & they love it apparently. There was meant to be a delegation coming to Ireland from the West Bank over the coming days but red tape has stopped it. Here's hoping they get to where that bit of light was born and they can continue to amplify and expand it for themselves. Love you Palestine 🫡🔆

The struggle
https://youtu.be/z0jPYvauusA?si=YojB6DRUwO98I4DN

Another roadblock
http://www.rte.ie/news/politics/2025/0716/1523766-gaa-palestine-visa/

But we will always sing, play and call the names of our Palestinian brothers and sisters because they need our love now and forever like we need theirs

This song isn't directly about the middle east but for us all that is top of the list as the negative scourge on our reality so let's project all the positivity we can towards the people there and maybe it will help a little bit.

Mirror You Mirror Me

Tempo 111 BPM
Timing 5/4 (10 beats per line in Papa's metric)


On Writing Poetry

To walk along the mystic road of dreams
And catch some fleeting echoes from the past
Or search the memory abyss for inspiration
And capture those twilight memories fading fast.
To lean awhile upon the fence of time
And ask some abstract notions to remain
Or drift along those eery doldrum ways
And draw the blinds on sanity and pain.
To gather up poetic streams of thought
From valleys of echantment and of tears
And flow them like one great Atlantic tide
To cleanse the mind of miseries and fears.
To rest a time upon the rock of myth
And forget for now the cruelty and the pain
That in our daily news we hear about
But never can console or loose the chain

Written by Bill Stapleton ~ 13th July 1979




This is the 12th instalment in the project for turning Papas poems into songs.

All Papa Poems to Songs here:
Listen to 🧓🏼Papa's Poems ▶️ Songs ♾️, a playlist by The Beautiful Dark on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/LKKd9jJbfyOo7SmBZo


I'm hesitant to add to Papa's perfect summary of it being easier to explain poetry with a poem. I do agree with what I understand so far from his words. It truly is a subconscious practice. This is another wonderful pre AI opinion which appreciated the feeling and the subconscious thought flow you find true poetry in. A machine can never feed you your subconscious thoughts. A machine cannot deliver the practice and focus you need to tap that subconscious consistently. Only time and your mind, body & spirit can do that

🧓🏼On Writing Poetry

When my daughter was 5 she had a bad cold that kept her from attending school. I stayed home to watch her. I gave her a good dose of cold medicine and put her to bed. Assuming she’d be sleeping for a while I started playing with a new synth plug-in. While playing back a simple riff I had recorded I was surprised to hear a little voice beside me talking about a magical cat in time with the music. I asked her if she could do it again and handed her the talkback mic. I hit record and captured this free-association improvisation which could only come from the mind of a 5-year old.

The Cat Emoticons
Said his first word
It was “my head”
The creepy cat
Snuck and stole
But that cat gave it back
When he was sixty-four he said
“I know I can say something”
That cat said “No I don’t see any futures”
But that cat was enormous cat of light
You could see him in the day
He said words
The magic cat
His breath was stiff and clean
He said “Enormous creatures of my life”
Eyes of Moanicon
The mist of tens
He was deathly stroked
He was occasions
He spoke up in his language 
But there was no mischief 
He had this gnome of noses
This creep of creepers
The cat had wings and flied
The wizard cat
If you belove him he would say
“My head”
The gnome of sequence
Set his brain to mine
The End
Monticone’s next word was nine
Thank you ladies and gentlemen
Sit down for the next song

The Cat Emoticons

Music by Mike Brosco
Photo by Suzanne Rinehart

Bridge

Scribe of somewhere near Avalon  ..  Brixton town

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