SUNO has allowed me to turn poetry into songs. Check it out!
https://suno.com/s/yuNUyPnp3KaSCA1b SIT
https://suno.com/s/iWd1fbkaF0eOiNig SEVEN ACTS
https://suno.com/s/yK6DKvjMQN5Lo2Uw TIME ASH PILE
https://suno.com/s/cDJOptPv5am5I3tM SPIRIT CONCEIVES
90 Degrees https://suno.com/s/3s3L5PNToZi2lROG
90 degrees is a hard angle Astrologically
Demanding full attention
In philosophy we agree
To disagree
Poetically
We speak
Aesthetically
We square off
Authoritatively
Lines drawn
Lightly in the sand
Discreetly Challenging
In philosophy we agree
to disagree
DID I LOSE https://suno.com/s/bWdWMQO36ZXVvMK1
Did I lose Myself
After that first year
I should have known
spirit plummeted
mood mourned
by once lucky Bats'
ammonia'd guano
thick as thugs
Did I lose Myself
locusts of disgruntled housewives
a lack Of knowledge
dull swords rusted
From disuse cowards' tongues
of daggers razored lies
Weapons of spies
Every inch Of change a battle
Did I lose Myself
Did I lose Myself
In the war
Magi https://suno.com/s/Cdd3WibFuEQRGhV7
The magician made
Birds from dollar bills
His assistant wore a sari
Of secrets and silk
Knotted mysteriously
Tucked to bind securely
He spoke of Pisces
Common births bred by
Beltane fires
And of Leos
More rare
Children of last hopes
Before winter's
Brewing despair
This magic man
Illusion drawn
From dreams
More real made memory
A singularity
Outside the realm
Of possibility
In a poorly lit life
Of scarcity
Da https://suno.com/s/peyBS0xwxAMZUesI
Night skulls
One bare-boned face
Locked in horror
Eschewing grace
Night skulls
Repeated across
Reams of
Childhood dreams
Night skulls
of death
Wished on you
You died, and died
When i saw you
I knew
You had long given up
The ghost
Night skulls
Simply suffering
The body as
Convenient host
Night skulls
communed
Until monsooned
In the blood
Question https://suno.com/s/O1LQa1lTJdKzdOud
I am the fear
That frightens me
Woman dreams
Bruised to pleasure
looking glass knowledge
Hiding something
I was Waiting
For Green roads.
0ak, a host,
Leads into forest
I am the fear
That frightens me
All things forget
When the city sleeps
The future of maps
is Memories
I am the fear
That frightens me
I am searching
Everywhere
I cannot find
The place
Sore afraid
Naked I go.
I am the fear
That frightens me
A woman sings
Mystery of song
Strings of remembrance
Stages of absurdity
Heart weeps
Through the darkness
Worming content
Imagination's labyrinth
Trans-lunar delirium
A deeper sunniness
I am the fear
That frightens me
I am the fear
That frightens me
Solstice https://suno.com/s/7hrJColWegAp0GQy
Light grows
as berries ripen
succulent and sweet
Morning light
Twilight
melting with sweet
Creamy, Milky Way
of night’s deep sleep
Light grows
My heart
Light newness of day
Sleep's quiet
Afterimages
Fading away
Dawn’s Ray connection
forms a path
for introspection
Light grows
The heaviness of Noon bears
awareness full of choice
red and gold and bright
with a day's load of promises
those kept and
those misplaced
Light slows
Evening branches
Darken
Into Birdsong
And sleep
Light slows
Light grows
Light grows
And glows
And slows
Light slows
Light grows
Light grows
And glows
And slows
2 of Wands to Tower
A spark
sticks feed flames
landscape unravels
in flickers and flashes
revealing passions
surging with light
Fear not
A spark
the beginning
has its own end
moves through us
in mystery
cloaking us
in destiny
A spark
Not a joke
When the heat strikes,
We are smoke.
Whatever
Whatever matters
when it passes the stick
when it dodges the blow
when it answers in accusation
when it chokeholds the flow
Whatever matters
when the final curtain falls
is the play is the thing
brewed inside this cup
tempests in a teapot
Whatever matters
if it stings the upper lip
if it stubs gnarly toes,
it’s what matters
not who’s ready for a sip
fault lines, lei lines,
ripples in the storm
Whatever matters
not the unborn
What matters,
Not who, forsooth.
In response to Audre Lorde
Who is woman?
for whom you speak.
This voiceless, frightened victim,
I'm sorry,
Not,
I know only courage when I think
of my gender.
The courage of silence,
of deep knowing
of larger enemies than any
shaped by mere words.
Woman is courage, is quiet, is still.
Womanis open, is listening, is attuned
to resonant choirs of footsteps
and footprints and tiptoes
of progress.
Woman's progress is not chopping and
felling of trees, not clashing of swords,
nor beating of chests,
unless the beating of chests
is the drumming of hearts,
pulsing in rhythm with all nature.
Who is this silent, cringing, quaking reader
whom you address?
This is not woman.
This is not the fragile being that stands back up
from every blow, that holds a space
for the human race
Yet to be run,
not won.
Outline for Creative Reading
Creative Reading Journaling Dreams Gestalt Catharsis Character Development Exercises Writing Poetry Fiction Prose NF Illustration Doodle Collage Transfer Text based Other kinds of reading Charts Maps Timelines Cards Colors Gems Knots Flowers Runes Music Signs Symbols Metaphor Dreams Theory Deconstruction - In describing deconstruction, Derrida famously observed that "there is nothing outside the text." That is to say, all of the references used to interpret a text are themselves texts, including the "text" of reality as a reader knows it. There is no true objective, non-textual reference from which interpretation can begin. Reader Response – Wolfgang Iser, Norman Holland, Stanley Fish Active Imagination – Marie-Louise von Franz Groups Self-actualization Transactional theory – Louise Rosenblatt
