Negatives

Gaslit mind, mine is blind.
Sunlit eyelids, covered eyes.
Afterimage, booby prize.

It couldn’t be any different,
Out of sight, out of mind.
A snap of a finger (hypnotic drive).
Brainstorming impulse; cloudy eyes.

While karma’s a bitch,
trauma is its son.
Creativity is a burden;
It might as well die.

All the photos I refused to take,
All the group photos I was left out of,
Aren’t making it any better;
The negatives neither.

As X so Y

I can’t remember for the life of me
How the life before
This one went.
Rumor has it that as before so after.
Legends say it, “as above so below.”
Here I stand, in middle ground.

I won’t be surprised
If in what’s left, in some afterlife
I can’t remember what the death of me was;
How life used to be.

Great point to be—between rumors and legends; pre-existence and death.

On the Tracks

I passed along some lyrics to the AI (suno.com), and thought I’d share what came out of that.
They weren’t gathering dust — I kept coming back to them.
They carry specific harmonies and melodies the AI just wouldn’t replicate.
I wanted to see if it could capture my vision.
It can’t. Not yet.
But I embraced that — and veered off course completely, just for the fun of it.

Yet, here are two songs that came out better than expected.

To start off, think of a dark pop and cinematic trap ballad blend, featuring female vocals. Emotionally intense, hushed in the verses, powerful in the chorus.
The tempo is slow to mid, with a smoky, layered production — sparse rhythms in the verses, explosive hits and vocal harmonies in the chorus.
The overall theme: karmic revenge through intimacy.

Now, listen to Song A:

For a B version, listen to it here:

https://suno.com/s/dlsh4bfZ3fPVip1e

And, to song B, a trap, swing folk, blend (well, kinda):

For a B version, https://suno.com/s/Os5VzFpOKtHLSF2G

Now this has a widget for my music, that I’ll keep tweaking and updating. Stay tuned.

What’s the point

Time flies
Mosquito bites
Something I wrote is bugging me
I’ve never been I patient fisher

Ah, but I miss the days I could
Fish. My big brother would
Do that for hours like days

Time flies
See? A new batch of flies
Fun fact: they live for, like, days

Time flies—urban flies
See how “the world” has changed for good?
For the better? Says who?
Was that the wind of change long foreseen?

Oh, fishy days—
Looking back at fishing days
When even then, I searched for older days
Trying to pintpoint the point of transition

Syzygy – Feb. 28, 2025

What’s with the world today?
What was it yesterday?
Oh, Earth is doing fine.
Watch that—a planetary parade—,
The gang walking seven abreast.

Sun sees it as a single file,
Like Mercury said,
“Got a problem? Please, get in line.”
Venus, mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune…
Willy nilly Earth have not made it in time.

A gentle gravitational tug—
A shove would start a fight.
Talk about sibling rivalry,
Softened by the distance.

Earth might say in its mind,
“Pluto, you sneaky bastard,
I think you miss the old days.
All nine of us gathered. Hence, Aligned.”
Pluto says, “Not in a million years”.

Syzygy: Conjunction. A collinear configuration of two or more celestial bodies; an alignment in a straight line.