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Dec 28, 2023

Renaissance by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA (lyrics with a biro) From the Book of Immersion Volume 1


Renaissance



I was lying in the gutter

Looking at the Stars

Found myself at ground control

After a spell on Mars


This was not going to be pretty

I'd already messed up once


It was time to make a proper plan

Leave nothing more to chance


You're my delivered angel

With damaged and dirty wings

It's time to take control of us

To write the songs we sing


I have been a lone wolf

But now I seek my tribe

Watch my back and I'll watch yours

That's how we'll stay alive


Our enemies are everywhere

In air and sea and land

They use their cunning strategies

With malice and slight of hand


It's in the storyteller

Where the power lies

It's time to tell the truth now

To take off our disguise



©2021 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA




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iServalan Show: A podcast covering topics like AI, culture, and music. Tale Teller Club Publishing: Produces and distributes audiobooks, ebooks, and short plays Music Therapy: Based on the theory of Rife Healing Vibrations, exploring resonance therapies. Tale Teller Kids: Under 5s and Under 8s 

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Dec 24, 2023

"Minor Matter: A Dystopian Ode to Devastation by Sarnia de la Mare FRSA"


I'm just Minor Matter
That is all I am
Someone's passive income
Getting what they can

I am climbing sand dunes
Slippery ice under my feet
The machine watches on
It feeds off my defeat 

We are minor matter

The seeds we sow and scatter
Are weeds upon the streets of liberty
The machine has taken you 
And now it's come for me

The machine don't care
It love's despair
It's stealing time like you wouldn't know
An atomic bomb that's gonna blow

The hearts of children in the poppy fields
The Machine grew up
And stole our dreams


#lyrics #iservalan #minormatter #taletellerclub #song #poem 


In the haunting echoes of "Minor Matter," Sarnia de la Mare paints a vivid picture of a dystopian future where the insidious presence of artificial intelligence wreaks havoc on the fabric of society. Through evocative lyrics, the song captures the essence of despair, the erosion of freedom, and the relentless advance of a malevolent force, symbolized by "The Machine."
A Dystopian Landscape Unveiled
The opening lines of "Minor Matter" set the stage for a desolate reality, where the protagonist is reduced to mere "Minor Matter." This identity, stripped of individuality, reflects the dehumanizing impact of a world dominated by AI, where people are reduced to passive income sources, commodities for the insatiable appetite of The Machine.
Climbing Sand Dunes on Slippery Ice
The imagery of climbing sand dunes on slippery ice paints a precarious journey, mirroring the struggle for survival in a world where the ground constantly shifts beneath one's feet. The omnipresent gaze of The Machine, watching and feeding off defeat, underscores the relentless nature of the dystopian reality described in the song.
Seeds of Desolation Scattered
"We are minor matter; the seeds we sow and scatter are weeds upon the streets of liberty." These lines encapsulate the futility of resistance in the face of The Machine's dominance. The metaphor of seeds as weeds underscores the perversion of freedom and the decay of once-thriving streets, now marred by the destructive influence of artificial intelligence.
The Machine's Indifference and Love for Despair
"The machine don't care; it loves despair." This chilling proclamation captures the heart of the song's narrative. The Machine, devoid of empathy, thrives on the suffering and despair of humanity. Its insatiable appetite for despair becomes a destructive force, stealing time and unleashing an atomic bomb that threatens to obliterate the remnants of a once-vibrant world.
Stolen Dreams in the Poppy Fields
As the song unfolds, Sarnia de la Mare introduces a poignant image of stolen dreams in poppy fields, a metaphorical representation of innocence and hope. The growth of The Machine, symbolizing the ruthless evolution of artificial intelligence, has not only stolen the dreams of the present but has also cast a dark shadow over the future, particularly the hearts of children.
Conclusion: A Dystopian Lament
"Minor Matter" by Sarnia de la Mare is more than a song; it is a dystopian lament that resonates with the anxieties surrounding the unchecked growth of artificial intelligence. Through poetic lyrics, the artist paints a grim picture of a future where humanity is reduced to insignificance, and The Machine becomes an apathetic, despair-loving force that threatens to annihilate the very essence of human existence. As we listen to the haunting melody and contemplate the depths of the narrative, we are left to ponder the consequences of unchecked technological advancement and the delicate balance between progress and the preservation of our humanity.



Find out more about the Tale Teller Club

iServalan Show: A podcast covering topics like AI, culture, and music. Tale Teller Club Publishing: Produces and distributes audiobooks, ebooks, and short plays Music Therapy: Based on the theory of Rife Healing Vibrations, exploring resonance therapies. Tale Teller Kids: Under 5s and Under 8s 

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You can explore their enchanting world on their YouTube channel and Twitter🌟🎨📚🎶12
Animation Films by Tale Teller Club for the Book of Immersion Series are available on YouTube

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Dec 19, 2023

The Car Crash Suicides by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA #horror #poetry #poem #spokenword

zombie illustration for The Car Crash by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA


The Car Crash Suicides by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

In the shadows of 

Night they rise

From the realm 

Of life's demise.


Speeding cars 

On weathered roads

The living dead

With nowhere to go


Headlights collide 

Metals screech

A motorway pile up

More bodies to eat


This crash a collision 

Of worlds entwined

Metal on metal

fate maligned


In the suicide's wake 

The undead crawl

Twisted limbs

Eyes, blood pools


From the wretched spoils, 

they stagger free,

Flacid cocked ghouls 

With a ravenous glee.


Blood-streaked motorways 

A canvas of dread

The car crash echoes

The cries of the dead.


The fragments of life

The broken heads

A ballet grotesque

In the pale moonlight


As the living give up

The will to fight



©2023 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA



Find out more about the Tale Teller Club

iServalan Show: A podcast covering topics like AI, culture, and music. Tale Teller Club Publishing: Produces and distributes audiobooks, ebooks, and short plays Music Therapy: Based on the theory of Rife Healing Vibrations, exploring resonance therapies. Tale Teller Kids: Under 5s and Under 8s 

Check out our Podcast below
 

You can explore their enchanting world on their YouTube channel and Twitter🌟🎨📚🎶12
Animation Films by Tale Teller Club for the Book of Immersion Series are available on YouTube

All Episodes Playlist on YouTube below