I have a strange relationship with Ai. Sometimes I cannot stand it because I don’t like it when people use it to write, using Ai words, instead of their own. Or creating art so they do not have to create it themselves. I do not mind creating a small picture for my entries here to convey a feeling. I don’t have time to complete a whole painting or drawing before I add my poetry in here. I don’t have that much patience.
I do my own writing. I do my own paintings; I do my own poetry. And now I find turning my poetry to music, with the help of Ai, is very beneficial. I have always wanted my poems to be turned into music. I have even contacted a couple of artists, sending them one in particular that I thought fit their style.
But, of course, hearing from them is like finding a needle in a haystack. So, I am going to use Ai to turn my poetry into something that furthers my own happiness. To make the music I have always wanted to hear that contained my own lyrics. I don’t own my own band! I sing, but not that great. I enjoy structuring the lyrics and improving on it to create a song. It is a whole other creative process. Ai is not doing ALL the work.
https://suno.com/s/k5mevKlmuNEUW8uc
Bloom To Remember
Came from this poem that I wrote.
I throw back the shroud of tapestries
Thick stitched with barbarous thread,
hanging heavy like the echo of your words.
Almond shaped blue green orbs squint,
As the quick slant of light collide
shifting my sleepy thoughts back
into places meant for the living.
I become like spring,
uncurling from my hibernation.
Wanting to thrive against
The calloused curve of a green thumb.
warm winds shuffle the stack
of my self made coffin
and lifts the dust from my DNA
the tendrils of the growing
spread thick to surround me
piercing through my skin
like a single flame pierces the dark.
The vine takes shape
in the shapeless of my waiting
strengthens my bones
and gives breath to my breathing
i move to Slide the window open
and push back cobwebs that had me bound
the slow movements I make
stir what I am to become
my mind begins to open
like a flower too long in its bud
each petal a strain
from the fog of heavy Winter
And so I bloom to remember
I am meant for sun and thunder.
ajones 2026
INTO THIS DEEP 