Poetry to Song

Wrote this one week after the July 4th, 2025, flooding of the Guadalupe River in the Texas hill country. It's inspired by the quote in the poem. - - - - - Lyrics: There's an old adage in the south, about wishin' health and safety to those going about their days.... ...we pray a little blessin', and say, "Lord willin'... ...and the creek don't rise." Beware waters wild on dark starless nights, storm clouds veil silver moonlight, arid ground's nothin' but rock, downpours gather swift and strong. Danger to souls swimmin' sudden deep. But that's what they did, children and adults alike.... For friend... For family... For neighbor... For stranger.... As the waters surged so did grit and drive to meet that danger despite the river's rise. [Half Beat Break] [Chorus] Be ware waters wild on dark starless nights, storm clouds veil silver moonlight, arid ground's nothin' but rock, downpours gather swift and strong. In times of battered hearts and broken souls the best among us come to save our own. Heroes one and all... ...those who made it...#GuadalupeRiver #July42025 #JulyFourth #Campground #Flood #90sCountry #StorytellingCountry #CountryMusic #SouthernFolk #TributeSong #CountryRoots ...and those who didn't. Beware waters wild on dark starless nights, storm clouds veil silver moonlight, arid ground's nothin' but rock, downpours gather swift and strong. We'll honor sacrifices made with weepin' and cheer, there's an overflow of love and hope in the pain that someday we will see the lost again. We'll honor sacrifices made with weepin' and cheer... ...and see you again on the other side. We'll see you again someday... ..."Lord willing... ...and the creek don't rise." - - - - - Read the poem on Inkitt: https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1484692/chapters/9 or on DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/motleymurmurs/art/Lord-Willing-and-the-Creek-Don-t-Rise-1217324464 - - - - - #CountryMusic #90sCountry #StorytellingCountry #SouthernFolk #TributeSong #GuadalupeRiverFlood #July42025 #TexasHillCountry #PoemToSong #FloodHeroes #CountryRoots #OriginalLyrics #SouthernAdage

Inspired by the 'The Last Unicorn." I wrote this twenty-ish years ago while I was watching the animated movie The Last Unicorn. It's kind of suppose to be written in a way she might retell the tale. Picture: Obviously I don't have a photo of me with a real unicorn, but Drifter was pretty darn close. He was my second favorite and an older gentle giant from the farm where I used to take riding lessons. Just before I stopped taking lessons he was sold to a younger student. I tried to buy my favorite, a mare named Fancy, but alas my efforts were in vain. She was still young enough stay as a lesson horse even though everyone knew she hated it. - - - - - Lyrics: Long live the unicorn, am I the last? No unicorns were thought to be alive, but I roamed the forest, destined to survive. My horn, my magic no mere man can see, but some special few revealed the real me. I went on a journey, traveled deep and wide, to seek out my siblings, find where they hide. I ran far from the forest to distant seas, where love awaited but could not be. Aided by the pure of heart and a wizard fool, caged by a witch and chased by a red bull. I am not a woman, but a magical star, meant for no man... ...only seen... .... from afar. My soul became empty, barren, dark. Eyes turned hollow, devoid of spark. Yet with my own sorrow, deep despair, I drove the red bull into a sea of white hair. When the bull was slain and greedy king fell, my kind was free, returned where they dwell. My journey was done, my farewells were made, to loyal friends and a prince, love unpaid. Aided by the pure of heart and a wizard fool, caged by a witch and chased by a red bull. I am not a woman, but a magical star, meant for no man... ...only seen... .... from afar. Unlike my siblings I know love and regret, never the grip of mortality will I forget. I ran back to my forest home, my magical caste. Long live the unicorn... ...I am no longer the last. Long live the unicorn... ...I am no longer the last. - - - - - #IndieFolk #FantasyFolk #MythicalFolk #UnicornSong #FantasyMusic #PoemToSong #IndieFolkMusic #FolkBallad #StorytellingMusic #MythicalCreatures #FantasyBallad #DarkFairytale #FantasyLore #FolkStory

A poem I wrote in 2019 about my time going on part-time truck-camping road trips and meeting up with full and part-time van life people along the way. Fun people. Fun times. Pictures and video clips from the Teton VanLife Gathering and the New Orleans VanLife Gathering in 2019. - - - - - Lyrics: The easiest part about van life is spending time together with like-minded souls. A thousand years it seems to last; long nights spent around a fire and longer conversations Spilled from the heart as we watch the sun give way to a starlit sky. When we first met yesterday I didn’t know you in my mind But my heart said we were kin. A thousand years in one long weekend. Gold-gilded souls, silver-lined dreams. Dancing to the beat of our own drum Yeah, dancing to the beat of our own drum …circles. A thousand years it seems to last. In a blink of an eye, it’s gone. Shared laughter in the firelight, while the night keeps moving on. Now we share gold-gilded souls and silver-lined dreams. Spinning stories in the dark, living lives somewhere in between and nowhere at all. Home is where we park the wheels, a house is found in the hearts of those who roll beside us on the road. A thousand years in one long weekend. Gold-gilded souls, silver-lined dreams. Dancing to the beat of our own drum Yeah, dancing to the beat of our own drum …circles. A thousand years in a blink of an eye and now the time has come to set our souls a-flight. The end draws near and I hope we hold dear to all the love found here tonight. Because I know, at least for me the hardest part about this life is letting go, and parting ways when our paths take us far away. But for us, whose lives roll with our wheels The end is just the start. Yeah, for us, whose lives roll with our wheels The end is another beginning. There will come a future day When our paths cross again We’ll howl at the moon Reunited as long-lost kin Dancing to the beat of our own drum Drum …circles - - - - - #IndieAcousticPop #VanLifeSong #Vanlife #NomadLife #SunoAI #AIMusic #IndieFolk #CampfireVibes #RoadLife #PoetryToMusic #FolkStorytelling #WandererSong #VanLifeMusic #NomadSong #SunoAI #AIMusicWithOriginalLyrics #PoetrySong #FolkMusic #IndieFolk #CampfireSong #DigitalNomad #OriginalSong #OriginalLyrics

I am exploring what this song would sound like using a similar style as my poem to song called 'Stand United'. Contents some minor rewrites and edits. Wrote this poem more than twenty years ago. Coming back to turn it into a song brings back memories of all shapes and sizes. I went on these adventures with family or friends, and I’ve been on many since writing this. Some by myself, some with family or friends. There is so much more I could add. I need to write another Traveler’s Log to cover all the new adventures. And still, I have not done as much as I really want, so I look forward to the trails I have yet to trod. Picture: Primitive Truck Camping in 2017 near Tonopah, AZ. - - - - - Lyrics: I've driven through the Painted Desert drenched in rain, no colors could be seen through misted panes. Walked the northern edges of the Grand Canyon wild, the weather was brisk and icy, anything but mild. Dabbled my toes in California's salty colds, tasted Maine’s humid and salty seas of new and old. I've camped in bitter cold and scorching heat, walked the Petrified Forest with flip-flops on my feet. Seen Key West, Florida, America’s southern-most point, hiked through the mountains of New Mexico, beauty rejoiced. In these many scenic routes I always seem to find something beautiful and worth my time of getting lost… and getting tossed… into another grand adventure. I’ve swam in springs filled with little fish, thrown pennies in a well and made a wish. Slept outside under crystal clear stars, in cozy cabins, rugged tents, and even cars. Woken to rain washing my campsite away, stopped by morning, revealing the heat of day. I've braved the shadows of the night, walked for hours in sun’s glowing light. Sat entranced by many blazing fires, counted stars and my own hearts deepest desires. In these many scenic routes I always seem to find something beautiful and worth my time of getting lost… and getting tossed… into another grand adventure. I’ve been awakened by birds and kids and dogs, midnight creatures from trees, streams, and bogs. Seen the alligator from mere feet away, in the Everglades where they hold nature’s sway. Watched fish fly, wild birds dance, and century plants bloom, their petals foretell of anything but gloom and doom. I've stood in Carlsbad Caverns pitch-black cave, Seen the bats take flight from their hole in waves. Stood next to twelve-foot-high cactus reaching for the sky, gotten lost on many roads, that much I can't deny! In these many scenic routes I always seem to find something beautiful and worth my time... of getting lost (lost) and getting tossed (tossed) getting tossed (tossed) into another grand adventure grand adventure adventure. - - - - - #IndieHipHop #SunoMusic #AIMusic #PoemToSong #StorytellingMusic #AdventureSong #TravelSong #ScenicRoutes #RoadTripVibes #WanderlustMusic #NatureInspired #GrandAdventure #GettingLost #ExploreMore #TravelLife #OutdoorVibes

I am exploring what this song would sound like using a similar style as my poem to song called 'Stand United'. Contains some minor rewrites and edits. A story of an unnamed girl born old and wise, with a soul connected to the forest, the winds, the earth, the sky. As she matures toward a final end her body grows young (ages backwards), and she hopes to retain the wisdom and knowledge of her old age. At the end she must decide. Does she stay where she is even though it's lonely? Or does she let go and accept an invite into a new and unknown place that might not be so lonely but risk losing what she gained in her old age? - - - - - Read original poetry and prose here: https://www.inkitt.com/MotleyMurmurs Get a new journal here: https://www.amazon.com/author/duskloupdesigns - - - - - Lyrics: She lay upon a bed of leaves under a towering canopy of trees. She's always known the truth behind why the moon shines so bright and why the stars twinkle in the night the night the night. These secrets are as ancient to her as the blooming of a century plant, and the reason why everything must die. When darkness comes and daylight fades innocence is given in the coming of birth, clean and pristine under an early morning sun. Future years of life crumple up in crevices filled with wisdom of the ages, collected from the past as she falls prey to ever singing winds and dancing lullabies dancing lullabies. She made the woods her home and called the trees her throne. The sun, moon, and stars, the blue of the sky, the green of the earth and black of night are the only colors she has ever known ever known. For so long she dwelt within its embrace that if she claims any other such place it would rend the spirit from the woods. Whispering breath of earth’s echoing tunes murmur lullabies that dance in her mind’s eye telling of faraway places where songs become alive in the wind the wind the wind. She had little time left to think on her youth, of how she wishes to make her presence known before she grows too young to be remembered. She waits among trees and under the leaves for a sound; a chorus of echoing voices telling her to throw caution into dancing dancing. She made the woods her home and called the trees her throne. The sun, moon, and stars, the blue of the sky, the green of the earth and black of night are the only colors she has ever known ever known. Sung by kindred winds calling out to her heart, ancient spirits sooth her soul into the Forever where she yearns to rest her weary head. It's in the Everlasting far above her throne where ancient bones pay no mind to youthful slips so the young will never die old. Where days are counted with wishes fulfilled and nights are claimed by a resplendent choral awash with the joys of ever singing winds and dancing lullabies dancing lullabies dancing lullabies. dancing lullabies. - - - - - #folksong #EmotionalMusic #LyricalSong #DeepLyrics #AestheticVibes #PoetryMusic #NatureSong #FolkPoetry #ForestSong #MythicPoetry #EtherealMusic #ArtThroughWords #OriginalLyrics

There is a place where life is a curse, and in this place even the vociferous laughter of the One who claims Death hears the cries of the multitudes that beg for forgiveness... and find it too late. >>> With Jesus, there is a place where life has worth and purpose, and in this place the vehement lamentations of those hearing Death's laughter can choose to seek redemption...and will never find it too late. ~~ Jesus Prays on the Mount of Olives - Luke 22:39-46 ~~ Jesus went out as usual to the Mount of Olives, and his disciples followed him. On reaching the place, he said to them, “Pray that you will not fall into temptation.” He withdrew about a stone’s throw beyond them, knelt down and prayed, “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” An angel from heaven appeared to him and strengthened him. And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground. When he rose from prayer and went back to the disciples, he found them asleep, exhausted from sorrow. “Why are you sleeping?” he asked them. “Get up and pray so that you will not fall into temptation.” - - - - - Lyrics: Tears of blood There is a place where man is man’s worst foe, and from them nature receives its final blow, to perish under seas of red hatred, that flows from those crying tears of blood. It flows thick and fast and crimson red, deep vermilion light soaks into the sun, reflecting off deadly ruby waters, setting the sky... …on fire. When the earth is littered with sins of the past, and man’s last days are upon them, what blissful conclusion will man find for eternal redemption from lasting transgressions? It flows thick and fast and crimson red, deep vermilion light soaks into the sun, reflecting off deadly ruby waters, setting the sky... …on fire. Crimson… Crimson Sky on fire… Sky on fire Tears of blood… Tears of blood... What blissful conclusion will man find for eternal redemption from lasting transgressions? - - - - - #PoetryMusic #DarkPoetry #ApocalypticPoem #GothicPoetry #OriginalAISong #Poetryinsong #CinematicMusic #EmotionalMusic #DystopianPoetry #DarkMusic #ArtisticExpression #DeepPoetry #christiansongs #ApocalypticFolk #DoomFolk #darkambient #propheticmusic #CinematicFolk #SunoAI #FemaleVocalist #darkmusic #revelationsong #judgmentday #christianmusic #PostRockHymn #gothicrock #gothicpoem

What do you want? What are you willing to give up to get it? What are you willing to risk to get it? Will it be worth having even if you might lose it after you get it? What if in the striving for what you want, you fail to get it but it leads to something so much better (or maybe worse) than you could ever imagine? Even with an unpredictable outcome, would it still be worth the effort? Posted up in my DeviantArt account (https://www.deviantart.com/motleymurmurs) in 2005. I used to know and understand this premise but somewhere along the way, I forgot. The past few years has been a journey through the Valley of Shadows, but it's been sprinkled with reminders.... Ones that have helped motivation and inspire, and just all around keep me going. Turning this old poem into a sung is just another reminder along the way. Picture: Dandelion in my backyard. Read original poetry and prose here: https://www.inkitt.com/MotleyMurmurs Get a new journal here: https://www.amazon.com/author/duskloupdesigns - - - - - Lyrics: If we all knew our limits, but we tried something new, If we reached beyond those walls. could we dare to ever lose the things we hold most dear for something we cannot comprehend unless we give it all away? Will we stand on our own two feet and faithfully follow the one true light? Can we borrow strength gained in the waiting and wisdom gained in the struggle to knock down those walls and walk beyond our limits and give it all away? (Give it all away) If we have found what we seek, only to fall hard to the ground, would we stay where we fell, too scared we’d fall again and risk not gaining back what we now want more than life itself? Faithfully follow the one true light, knocking down those walls, walking beyond our limits, toward the one true light, and give it all away. (Give it all away) We all fall many times in our lives. It is only human that we fail, But try again and risk it all, Give it away and we will find The walls are gone and limits broken. The things we once feared to lose, We now fear to gain back. Give it all away... (Give it all away) and you will find... (Give it all away) the walls are gone... (walls are gone) the limits broken... (limits broken) Give it all away... (give it all away...) what we now fear to gain back... Give it all away... (give it all away...) for what we now want more than life itself... (Give it all away...) (Give it all away...) (Give it all away...) - - - - - #indiesoftrock #indierock #indiefolk #christian #christiansoftrock #PoemToSong #RumbleMusic #aimusic #faithoverfear

Written at some point in 2012 and inspired by the rose bush in my backyard (photo). It goes into hibernation during the winter. I always look forward to it blooming again in the spring, and it has yet to disappoint. I purposefully made it into a song that's easy to dance to, so make of it what you will. Sorry for the poor AI pronunciations on a few of the words, but this one is the best rendition out of around twenty different versions. I am done messing with it so, it's good enough. You can find the original poem here: https://www.deviantart.com/motleymurmurs/art/Autumn-324394253 - - - - - Lyrics: I’ll be waiting… ...I’ll be waiting. Last rose of summer, folded neat and slow. Melting into shadow, where wild thorns grow that raised it graceful into vibrant beauty. Hold on one last tepid night with exhaled farewell to daylight's fading glow, waiting for summer to come again, to see rose's bloom upon the morn. Seasons turn and frostbite burns, the loop keeps spinning. Every ending is a beginning In the rose garden of life. Until it meets again the light, Until it hails again the day, Until it feels again the warmth, I’ll be waiting… ...I’ll be waiting. Falling trees and browning leaves, come with chilly autumn breeze. Rose thorns remain but petals close with coming winter's frost and snow upon summer-end's final glow. Trading gilded gold for futures unknown, Hushed desires lay in wait, but roots remain, they relate to heart's yearn delayed. Until it meets again the light, Until it hails again the day, Until it feels again the warmth, I’ll be waiting… ...I’ll be waiting. Seasons turn and frostbite burns, the loop keeps spinning. Every ending is a beginning In the rose garden of life. Until it meets again the light, Until it hails again the day, Until it feels again the warmth, I’ll be waiting… ...I’ll be waiting. ...I’ll be waiting… ...I’ll be waiting... ...I’ll be waiting. - - - - - #poemsong #youtubepoetry #PoetryMusic #SeasonsPoetry #CycleOfLife #WaitingInWinter #RenewalPoem #folkpoetry #emotionallyrics #reflectivemusic #AImusic

Another poem I had written where I was trying to write about something else, but nothing else would come out so I gave in. Just trying to ease the weight of heavy thoughts and work through reconciling with unresolvable burdens. Welcome to a tiny piece of the chaos that lives rent-free in mah brainzz. The song isn't really about Halloween, but it's got the right dark vibes so... Happy Halloween!! - - - - - Lyrics: Whispering in the dark, praying for something to start. Pushing buttons to broken elevators, wishing for a change in elevation. Standing still with empty hands holding a life turned to sand. Ghosts of dreams crushed barely recalled haunt barren spaces and waiting room walls. Calling out names of the Holy One, seeking escape from the weight of it all. Elohim. Running into walls for as long as it takes, for them to crumble, for them to break, Calling on Yahweh to brighten the shadows on the dark side of an uncertain line between glorious sun and odious shade. The body wages endless war as the mind carries the storm. Thoughts and emotions deprived of expression battle denial, what ifs, and maybes on the dark side of an uncertain line between what was and what still can be. Count the quality, not the quantity, of all the days on the calendar that come and go as new reminders there’s still hope in the eyes of eternity... …eternity… …eternity. El Shaddai. Running into walls for as long as it takes, for them to crumble, for them to break, Calling on Yahweh to brighten the shadows on the dark side of an uncertain line between glorious sun and odious shade. Emmanuel. It takes time to relinquish control, to calm a reeling mind of my own. Weary and worn, tired and bored, seeking direction on an unknown path that holds promise of something better that lasts. Hosanna. Whispering in the dark, praying for something to start. …Never give up… …never surrender. Adonai. - - - - - #poetry #aimusic #originallyrics #PopRock #PoeticRock #DarkPopRock

Just trying to ease the weight of heavy thoughts and work through reconciling with unresolvable burdens. I tried for two weeks to write about something else. Anything else. But nothing else would come out so I gave in. Welcome to a tiny piece of the chaos that lives rent-free in mah brainzz. Picture 1: Primitive camping, Sierra Vista, Arizona Picture 2: Somewhere in northern British Columbia, Canada Picture 3: Somewhere in northern British Columbia, Canada Picture 4: Primitive camping, Las Cruces, New Mexico Picture 5: Primitive camping, Tonopah, Arizona Picture 6: Somewhere northern Washington state off Hwy 101 near Puget Sound. Picture 7: Twanoh State Park Campground, Belfair, Washington - - - - - - Lyrics Maybe I wasn't born early enough, should have lived in the old west, or farther back in the dark ages where the land was open and free of fences and cages. In a time, when highways made of stars and galaxies spread across the vast abyss was a lone traveler’s only light. Where adventure begins at pavement's end, and dirt paths weave like forest streets through the beauty of divine creations. I wonder what difference it would have made to be born with a soul granted escape into the wilds under a highway made of stars, perhaps a bit lonely but never alone. Maybe I wasn't born late enough, when repairs can be made for grave mistakes, that make it hard to breathe, ... hard to hold on to what's true, ... hard to see dreams followed through, without ruining honest reliance on the almighty God of my heart while the world beats into my head that independence is not stripped by the dependent essence of the collective... ... but we all know it strives to do just that. ...it strives to do just that. I used to go along to get along, even to the detriment of my heart. I was not blameless as I indulged in the comforts of my misplaced life, riddled with holes in hearts and broken parts scattered about in an endless fray. ... fray. I wonder what difference it would have made to be born with a soul granted escape into the wilds under a highway made of stars, perhaps a bit lonely but never alone. In small, quiet breaks carved out in the fray, far I go from crowded rooms out into the wild blue where I find God in the distant yonders where I roam. Wayfaring eyes search a night sky for a highway made of stars far above where I lay my head to rest and sing a little song saying, “this is where I belong.” I wonder what difference it would have made to be born with a soul granted escape into the wilds under a highway made of stars... ...a highway made of stars. ...perhaps a bit lonely... ...maybe always yearning... ...but never losing hope... ...in the fray. ...in the fray. - - - - - - #HighwayMadeOfStars #PoeticSong #Poetry #songpoem #StorytellingInSong #SoulfulReflections #AmbientStorytelling #SpiritualJourney #FaithAndWanderlust #CinematicMusic #AcousticSoul #AmbientPoetry #ExistentialFolk #MusicForTheSoul #ModernBallad