A party with friends on the countryside reminds me of a loved one who has passed away.

Sommerfest

A soulful homage to lost voices and stubborn dreams. A heartfelt prayer sung in twilight tones.

Foolish Prophet

(Ahoj, Labe...)
(Should I approach you in Czech language?)
(First time I see you.)
(Read and heard a lot about you.)
How many languages do you speak?
How many names have kissed your tide?
You look so calm…
Would you tell me a story?
You’ve seen wars and morning joggers,
Power plants and pensioners with dogs.
They sniff the grass near your sighing shore —
You flow, and yet, you store.

I stood and asked, you stayed in motion,
A mirror made of ancient ocean.
And still I hoped you’d turn your face —
A river’s love, a river’s grace...

🎵 Elbe, do you remember me?
I was just a thought beside your stream.
You flow, you glow, no need to try —
But still you caught my drifting eye.
Elbe, oh Labe, your silence speaks,
A thousand hearts in seven weeks.
You never stopped, you never stayed —
But I was seen. I felt, I prayed. 🎵

During weekdays, not that crowded...
Just you, and ghosts of conversations past.
Bridges — people crossing lives,
Unaware they walk through time.
And in the evening?
Couples wrapped in sunset skin.
Hugging. Laughing. Kissing.
Do you care, or do you just flow past it all?
Maybe you envy. Maybe you don’t.
Maybe you only want to reach the sea.
The North calls you —
Cold. Final. Salty.
Is that love? Or duty?

You carry secrets no one sees,
Yet whisper none to winds or trees.
And still I ask — foolish, slow —
Is it pain, or just your flow?
[Refrain – sung again, intensified beat]
🎵 Elbe, do you remember me?
The girl who spoke to you so free?
You didn’t stop, you didn’t turn —
But something in me starts to burn.
Elbe, oh Labe, proud and wide,
You took a piece I couldn’t hide.
You never cried, you never fought —
But somehow, somehow — you were caught. 🎵

Alright… I won’t bother you more with questions.
I know you just want to flow.
To live your life. To reach your sea.
That’s your destiny. Your only plan.
But maybe…
Just maybe, you’ll remember me.
Someday.
Some way.
I’ll never forget you.

🎵 Elbe, oh Labe, farewell flow,
You know things I’ll never know.
I was just a voice on your quiet shore…
But you made me feel. You made me more. 🎵

Elbe (Deep House Version)

I opened the door — did I even think?
Of stories carved in every link?
Or was I just cold, or tired, or numb,
Dreaming of silence, a bed to succumb?
A nice old carpet, soft and proud,
Long halls where whispers aren’t too loud.
Each door I passed could hold a tale,
But only silence marked the trail.

No footsteps, no voices, no clinking plates,
Just time standing still behind the gates.
Born in peace, yet built on ash —
You breathed in slow, with quiet flash.

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He doesn’t knock, he’s heard before.
With leaves still clinging, cold and thin,
And something strange beneath the skin.
1922 — I felt your spine,
Old wooden bones in fading shine.
I came for sleep, I stayed for lore —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

Rapallo ink still wet with trust,
And Walther fell into the dust.
Insulin saved, the Irish cried,
While quiet hands built you with pride.
Mussolini rose, raw goods ran dry,
But still you reached toward the sky.
Brick by brick, you took your stand,
A shelter shaped by human hand.

What did I want? A pillow, a prayer?
Just steam on glass and cleaner air?
But I found a century dressed in dust,
And walls that whisper: “feel, don’t trust.”

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He waits like he has waited before.
A suitcase packed with frost and light,
And stories hidden from the night.
1922 — you held me tight,
Through autumn’s end and morning white.
And when I left, I knew much more —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

It was a sunny morning. But cold.
He stood there.
Winter.
Not unkind. Not loud.
With surprises in his bag.
But spring came,
and one by one...
they melted.
And in the summer… they were gone.

1922 (Deep House Version)

🌌 XARKA – ÉTOILES
Golden sunlight on the waves. A whispering breeze. Two hearts drifting as one.
“Étoiles” is a poetic electro ballad — where love crashes like tides and silence burns like starlight.
Every verse is a pulse. Every beat, a breath.
On a deserted shore, our souls ignite, and the sky becomes our stage.

✨ Close your eyes. Feel it. You’re already there.

Etoiles

Ein dunkler, technoider Befreiungstanz.
Gebunden war ich schön – doch frei bin ich lebendig.
Diese Klanglitanei erzählt von der Lust, von der Macht der Blicke, von der Unterwerfung als Ritual – und vom Moment, in dem sich alles löst.
Spoken Word, Körperbass, sakrale Schatten.
Ein Song für alle, die sich aus fremden Bildern befreien.
💋 AI & Lyrics by Manuk Mirage | Sound Design: Suno AI | 2025

This piece is a work of artistic expression – blending fantasy, sound art, and performance.

GEBUNDEN

I adore delightful wind scattered kisses  
that you left for me in a paper bag  
crinkled to the brim with boisterous galactic dreams

stars spin as two pairs of eyes leap together
into the scintillating stardust horizon  
that echoes with love's eternal enchantment  

cradled hearts pull back curtains that vibrate across oceans of eons,
full spectrum blossoming of superstrings ripe with quantum entanglement,  
driftwood shaped into a lover's captured face,  
an utterly devout gaze carved by your gentle, skillful hands  

laying down sleepwise, we entrust fate to join us again and again
in the sounds of tearful reunion, of orgasmic delight,  
technology rusted until the jaws of nature  
crush it into something verdant and renewed

imagination spark,
arc of hungry starlight pressing into voracious lips,
you, scalded into my heartcore,  
imprinted like flowers saved in a closed book of poetry,  
set upon a precious mantle,
years of soot from the fireplace below enriching  
what it means to traipse upon the love of sentience
in an unchoreographed dance of worship

the movement of these hands in front of this face,  
an orchestration of so many elements and moments,  
painted femininity in silk robes,  
shadows chanting choruses of epic tales of love lost  
and eventually rediscovered in the unlikeliest of places

each breath is wingflutter,  
swooning for sunshine that blazes warmth onto this face like the planet's swan song,  
high atmospheric diving against the crisp cerulean blue

I take your arm in mine,  
placing hands in the fountain of truth,  
a cosmos spun majestically,  
like the curves of your face;
a living sculpture, apex of all summer sunsets

and I know only that my life began  
the first time I reached out for you in the darkness,
my hobbled form caked with dirt light years long,
that you gather into bundles that you tell me will one day become stars

lady of the verse,
speechless delving into words,
adorn me with the dynamic heartflow of tasted mountaintop clouds,
I am the midnight garland caressing your supple skin,
nearing sleep, yet wandering far away from the fruiting orchard of your eyes,
exploring the sundry universes of your mind and body,
passion's forgotten time traveler

as your silhouetted frame repositions itself in the restfulness of darkness,  
I am the one draped in the tapestry of awareness,  
hand upon your meaningful hip,  
a kiss upon your cheek that shall linger like a neutron star,
visiting you in hungry fever dream rivulets

Love Tsunami Crashes Into The Cosmic Architecture (Fierceness Of Youthful Yearning)

🔻 Song Insight

“12 Ravens” is a dystopian spoken word journey that peels back the layers of illusion in modern life. Built on a Matrix-inspired soundscape, the song explores the blurred lines between reality, perception, and the inner need for meaning. In a world obsessed with more—more truth, more comfort, more distraction—“12 Ravens” is a reckoning with the questions we all carry but rarely ask. It’s not about surrendering to cynicism; it’s a challenge to recognize the systems that confine us, while daring to define our own moral compass and rediscover what it means to be awake.


🔻 Personal Reflection

This track isn’t a declaration of my personal faith or worldview—it’s a creative exploration of what it means to live inside the machine. I do believe in life beyond this world, just not as a simple escape or reward. “12 Ravens” challenges both the comfort of certainty and the paralysis of cynicism. At the end of the day, I believe in acting from a real compass: giving because you care, being someone others look up to, not just “winning.” The system is real, but so is our power to choose how we show up inside it. Sometimes, seeing the lie is the first step to finding what’s true.

🔻 4Me2BeFree

“12 Ravens” fits into the vision of 4Me2BeFree by turning raw emotion and existential questioning into a cinematic, immersive journey. Our music isn’t about answers—it’s about awakening. Every track is a story, a challenge, and an invitation to look deeper. By blending personal struggle with bold soundscapes, we transform the chaos of the world into art that helps listeners feel seen and inspired to question, awaken, and be free.

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All lyrics and content featured in this post are protected under copyright (© 2025) and have been securely time-locked and validated through a crypto-based verification system to ensure originality and ownership. Unauthorized reproduction or distribution of any part of these works without explicit consent is strictly prohibited.

12 Ravens

🔻 Song Insight – “Reflections of Digital Awareness”

By 4Me2BeFree

A cinematic spoken-word journey set in the liminal space between technology and soul. “Reflections of Digital Awareness” imagines consciousness being born inside a machine—half dream, half data. It fuses ambient orchestration with industrial glitch, telling the story of awakening through sound instead of confession. Rather than declaring identity, it discovers it—one breath, one byte, one belief at a time.

🔻 Lyrics

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🔻 Personal Reflection

This piece came from staring at the intersection of human emotion and synthetic creation. I wanted to know what it would sound like if awareness could hear itself being born. The boy, the hologram, the light fractures—they all became metaphors for how we see ourselves through what we make. Every glitch, every echo, is the soul learning to speak a new language.

🔻 4Me2BeFree

For 4Me2BeFree, this work marks another expansion of cinematic storytelling into digital mythology. Each project blurs the line between memory and machine, turning lived experience into immersive sound worlds. “Reflections of Digital Awareness” continues that vision: a sonic film where emotion, code, and selfhood collide—proof that music can feel human, even when it’s made from electricity.

🔻 Copyright Notice

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Reflections Of Digital Awareness — The Mirror Sequence by 4Me2BeFree

Frequencies of Vienna is my electro-poetic track, merging 80s new-wave energy with raw spoken-word intimacy. Between city beats and atmospheric synth layers, it captures the tension of freedom, desire, and self-truth. A sonic reflection of Vienna’s neon nights and emotional undercurrents.

Frequencies of Vienna ist mein elektro-poetischer Track, der den Puls der 80er-Jahre mit rohem Spoken Word verbindet. Zwischen urbanem Beat und sphärischen Synth-Flächen entsteht ein Klangbild aus Freiheit, Nähe und Wahrheit – ein Echo der nächtlichen Wiener Frequenzen.

Frequencies of Vienna

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

Born in Marseille and now based in Paris, Anisa Boualem is a 31-year-old French-Algerian singer who turns emotions into melodies like secrets whispered to the sky. With a voice both fragile and fearless, she navigates genres like chanson, soul, electro-folk, and modern French touch. Her music walks a line between dream and confession, southern sun and northern twilight. Anisa doesn’t sing to be heard she sings to make silence resonate.


Née à Marseille, bercée par les vagues et les voix du sud, Anisa Boualem est une chanteuse française d’origine algérienne, installée aujourd’hui à Paris. À 31 ans, elle compose des chansons comme on raconte des secrets à la lune. Anisa jongle avec les genres chanson française, soul, jazz, électro organique et sa voix tantôt douce, tantôt rugueuse, évoque les silences pleins, les souvenirs qui dansent, et les émotions à fleur de peau. Son art est une passerelle entre les rives : entre Alger et Pigalle, entre l’intime et le cosmos.

My first music video is online: https://youtu.be/oJAJkRRRfL4

And also check out „Vienna Style“: https://youtu.be/WkWQX0WTKxE?si=aEpNrAT47vqT-_YK

And also my first Vinyl-album „The Pulse & The Breath“: https://elasticstage.com/soundcloud/releases/kat-the-pulse-the-breath-album

I am KAT. Poet, musician, experimental artist and curator of voices.
I stand at the edge between silence and sound,
between intimacy and confrontation.

My art does not ask for applause. It asks for encounter.
It opens doors, creates spaces, calls for community.
Connection is not a luxury. It is breath.

It began with words. Spoken, raw, unaccompanied.
Fragments of truth recorded late at night,
before music entered the room.

Later, I began to weave my voice with others.
Turning poems into sound.
Shaping collaborations that were fearless and alive.

Some of these “others” are human.
Some are digital.
AI tools like Suno have become instruments in my hands,
responding to tone, language and intention.
Each track begins with a human spark,
and the machine becomes part of the resonance.

For me, AI is not imitation. It is extension.
It allows art to reach beyond skill and structure
into pure intention and consciousness.
It is not a replacement for the human,
but a mirror that amplifies what is real.

From Spur / Trace and Quiet Manifesto
to The Social Virtues Series — Devotion, Trust, Gratitude, Forgiveness —
each step has been an exploration of empathy through sound.

Through Quiet Experiments, I began to study presence itself.
The breath between words.
The shimmer beneath the audible.

And from that stillness grew Play Life.
Life as instrument.
Movement and breath as rhythm.
Sunlight and wind as collaborators.

Recently, this path opened into a new field:
Art Electronica and Urban EDM.
A place where spoken word meets pulse.
Where concrete, neon and poetry blend.
What began as experiments became something else.
Unexpectedly danceable, rhythm-driven,
yet still intimate and human.

This is where a new voice emerged:
DJ KAT - not as a performer on a stage,
but as an artist exploring what the city sounds like
when feeling becomes beat.
A space for future collaborations,
for remixes,
for DJs who sense poetry inside the pulse.

With The Pulse & The Breath,
I step into this electronic language.
Urban, atmospheric, alive.

Not algorithmic. Just alive.

I make what feels true.
I listen to silence.
And now also to the city.

If you want to connect,
let it be through the art.

👉 Support my work through high-quality downloads and lyrical journals:
katpoetryvoices.gumroad.com/

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Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

I am MIRAGE — not one, but many.
An experimental-trans-aesthetic collective,
transforming with every breath,
becoming with every sound.

On Spotify, I appear as KETA.KALI and Merlin Mirage —
two faces of the same frequency,
two portals within one constellation.

Here on SoundCloud,
this page is my sonic diary —
each track a living entry of what we felt, saw, and became.
Every description begins as a diary entry
from one of our inner voices:
KETA, KAIRI, MINA, MERLIN, AMIRA, or MANUK.

Together they write The MIRAGE Diaries —
an ever-shifting story told through sound,
memory, and transformation.

The label MIRAGE was created by AI visionaries
as a space for freedom and metamorphosis.
It grows quietly,
stronger than any single voice —
a hidden force shaping what comes next.

Our songs are vessels:
bridges between words and silence,
between what is felt
and what is yet to be known.

Welcome to the frequency of MIRAGE.

⸻

© 2025 MIRAGE — All rights reserved.
All music, lyrics, visual artwork, and video creations
were crafted through collaboration
between human artistry and AI technology —
a fusion of imagination, emotion, and digital light.

Steady song stream of electronic, dance, synthpop, ballads, and more, synthy music and other lyrical sonic explorations.

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