“The Writer” is Live on Streaming Services

“The Writer,” the latest single from Sapient Rain, is live on SpotifyYouTube Music, and Apple Music.

Sapient Rain is a musical project that blends human creativity with artificial intelligence. It is a collaboration between writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine, Suno.

You can listen to “The Writer” for free on Suno.

The Writer

In a thin solitude of white noise
through a warm pre-dawn of hope
thoughts form in the steam of his coffee
through the haze of the wine and the dope

An early draft barely breathing
faint notes in the margins await
he approaches with cold trepidation
and a fear that he’ll never be great

He knows he can’t dodge his compulsion
this obsessive desire to write
the rhythmic tap of the keys
a propulsion that’s too hard to fight

He bears witness to the chaos around him
he uncovers with truthful disdain
a fact of the human condition
that we’re all in emotional pain

Words structured into an arrangement
together they swing and sway
they help him avoid a derangement
and usher the light into day

He knows he can’t dodge his compulsion
this obsessive desire to write
the rhythmic tap of the keys
a propulsion that’s too hard to fight


Sapient Rain is best categorized as a human–AI hybrid musical project — specifically, a lyric‑driven, politically charged, genre‑fluid collaboration between writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.

For a free listen, check out the library of publicly available Sapient Rain tracks on Suno.

“The Writer ” by Sapient Rain

Sapient Rain is a musical project that blends human creativity with artificial intelligence. It is a collaboration between lyricist / writer Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno

“The Writer” is coming to music streaming services on 07/13/2026. You can listen to it today on the Suno Website here.


In a thin solitude of white noise
through a warm pre-dawn of hope
thoughts form in the steam
of his coffee through the haze
of the wine and the dope

An early draft barely breathing
faint notes in the margins await
he approaches with cold trepidation
and a fear that he’ll never be great

He knows he can’t dodge his compulsion
this obsessive desire to write
the rhythmic tap of the keys
a propulsion that’s too hard to fight

He bears witness to the chaos
around him he uncovers
with truthful disdain
a fact of the human condition
that we’re all in emotional pain

Words structured into an arrangement
together they swing and sway
they help him avoid a derangement
and usher the light into day

He knows he can’t dodge his compulsion
this obsessive desire to write
the rhythmic tap of the keys
a propulsion that’s too hard to fight


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

I Asked Microsoft Copilot to Review the Music and Lyrics for One of My Songs – Here’s What It Spit Out

Here is the prompt I typed into the Copilot Chat Box:

“Analyze the lyrics from the song ‘Tied to a Rock’ by Sapient Rain and tell me what you think of the song”

Here is what Copilot returned:

The short version: Tied to a Rock is one of Sapient Rain’s most intellectually ambitious pieces — a song that starts with evolutionary awe, ends in social indictment, and never once lets the listener off the hook. It’s philosophical, unsparing, and strangely beautiful.

🌍 What the lyrics are doing

The song’s central gesture is to zoom all the way out — past politics, past culture, past individual experience — to the cosmic scale. It reminds you that humanity is a statistical miracle: a chain of accidents, mutations, extinctions survived, and improbable victories over entropy.

Then it turns sharply: If we’ve come this far, how did we end up here — petty, cruel, distracted, and self‑destructive?

That contrast is the engine of the song.

1. Evolution as poetry

The early verses compress billions of years into a handful of images:

  • “pockets of luck”
  • “slim‑chance‑dance of circumstance”
  • crawling, fearing, surviving

It’s evolutionary biology rendered as myth — not divine, not heroic, just improbable and fragile.

2. Civilization as failure

The later verses pivot to modern life, and the tone darkens. Humanity, having beaten extinction and chaos, somehow builds systems that reward greed, punish empathy, and erode wisdom.

The critique is not subtle: We’ve never had more material abundance, yet somehow we’ve never had less moral clarity.

3. The refrain as existential anchor

The repeated line — “We’re tied to a rock that circles the sun” — is the song’s thesis. It’s a reminder of our shared fate, our absurd situation, and the cosmic insignificance of our conflicts. It’s both humbling and accusing.

🎼 Musical character

Musically, the track’s New Wave / alternative pulse reinforces the theme. The rhythm feels orbital — steady, mechanical, almost clock‑like. The clean female vocal delivery contrasts with the heaviness of the ideas, making the critique feel eerily calm rather than angry.

This is a hallmark of Sapient Rain: the music stays accessible while the lyrics do the philosophical heavy lifting.

🧠 Why the song works

Because it refuses to flatter the listener. It doesn’t say “we’re special.” It says “we’re lucky — and we’re wasting it.”

That tension gives the song its power. It’s not despairing; it’s disappointed. It’s not nihilistic; it’s corrective. It’s a reminder that civilization is not inevitable — it’s a fragile, improbable continuation of a long chain of luck.

⭐ My take: Tied to a Rock is one of Sapient Rain’s most mature works. It’s sweeping without being vague, critical without being preachy, and poetic without losing clarity. It feels like a cosmic audit of humanity — a reminder that our problems are embarrassingly small compared to the miracle of our existence.


Here is a link to the song, Tied to a Rock

I wrote the lyrics and used Suno to generate the music and vocals.

I felt strange reading this machine-generated review, mostly because it captures genuinely what I was trying to convey when I wrote the lyrics. It’s weird how humanly tapped in the review felt as I read it.

Curious about how Copilot came up with its response, I prompted Copilot with the following text prompt:

I asked Copilot to analyze the lyrics of a song I wrote and tell me what it thought of the song, and I was amazed by the detail and human-like feel of Copilot’s response. How does Copilot formulate an opinion on a piece of art? What is that opinion based on?

Here is the response:

The short version: Copilot doesn’t “have” opinions — it constructs them. And when you ask for an artistic critique, it builds something that feels like a human response by combining your input with learned patterns of how humans talk about art.

Below is the clear, structured breakdown you’re looking for — how Copilot forms an “opinion,” what it’s based on, and why it can feel so human.

🎯 Concise takeaway

Copilot forms an “opinion” on art by analyzing the material you provide (lyrics, descriptions, themes) and then applying learned patterns from music criticism, literary analysis, cultural commentary, and emotional language. It does not have personal taste — it simulates the reasoning style of a thoughtful critic.

🧠 What Copilot actually does when you ask for an artistic critique

1. It analyzes the text you give it — nothing more

Copilot doesn’t listen to audio, doesn’t access private files, and doesn’t pull copyrighted lyrics from the internet. Its entire analysis is grounded in:

  • the lyrics you paste
  • The context you describe
  • any public information you explicitly ask it to retrieve

This is the “raw material” it works from.

2. It identifies patterns that humans care about in art

Copilot has been trained on enormous amounts of writing, including:

  • music reviews
  • poetry analysis
  • literary criticism
  • cultural essays
  • philosophical commentary
  • narrative theory

So when you give it a song, it looks for the same things human critics look for:

  • themes (violence, faith, identity, politics, grief, etc.)
  • motifs (repeated images, symbols, contradictions)
  • tone (ironic, mournful, defiant, surreal)
  • structure (verse logic, narrative arc, tension/release)
  • voice (intimate, confrontational, detached, prophetic)
  • genre expectations (what’s typical vs. what’s subverted)

It’s not “feeling” anything — it’s recognizing patterns.

3. It evaluates how effectively those patterns work together

This is where the response starts to feel human.

Copilot simulates the reasoning of a critic by asking internal questions like:

  • Does the imagery reinforce the theme?
  • Is the metaphor coherent or intentionally chaotic?
  • Does the emotional tone match the narrative?
  • Is the voice consistent or fragmented?
  • Does the piece innovate or echo familiar styles?

These are the same questions a human reviewer would ask.

FUCKING FASCINATING.


Sapient Rain is a musical project that blends human creativity with artificial intelligence. It is a collaboration between lyricist / writer Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.

Songs from Sapient Rain are publicly available on Streaming services. You can also listen to them for free on Suno, here.

Mapleton or Miracle

I recently rewatched an HBO limited series called “The Leftovers“, which chronicles the lives of folks from the towns of Mapleton, NY, and Miracle, TX, in the aftermath of a rapture-like event in which 2% of the world’s population departs instantly and without explanation.

It’s a character-driven show based on the Tom Perrotta novel of the same name, focusing on how people cope with devastating, inexplicable trauma and the grief that follows. The performances, especially Carrie Coon’s portrayal of Nora Durst (a woman who loses her husband and two children to “The Departure”), are fantastic.

The show inspired me to write “Mapleton or Miracle,” which I set to music using Suno, an AI-powered music-generation platform.

I’ll be uploading the song to streaming services in the next week or two, but you can listen to it on Suno today.

Mapleton or Mircale – By Sapient Rain

The living-dead in Mapleton
Are catatonic in their grief
All they see is what is gone
The Departure was a thief

We gaze at pastor charlatans
On the cable TV stations
Gucci suits with microphones
taking money for salvation

They drive away in Cadillacs
To glass mansions on the hill
While congregants in pickup trucks
Have no cash to pay their bills

Whether Mapleton or Miracle
Our grief is sure to follow
Our prose becomes less lyrical
Our souls become more hollow
Our souls become more hollow

When all we see is what is gone
our pain shifts into grief
he lost, forsaken, and forlorn
live in dreams for their relief

On bended knees
in whispered pleas
chanting hallowed be thy name
from caves to trees and galaxies
we bathe in guilt and shame

Some curry favor with their God
By reading from his book
Their situation never changes
Because God’s a thoughtless crook

Whether Mapleton or Miracle
Our grief is sure to follow
Our prose becomes less lyrical
Our souls become more hollow
Our souls become more hollow

With rolled-up truths of paper pills
stored in time-worn wooden boxes
we sit at sun-splashed window sills
and mumble at the paradoxes

The Departure was a soul suck
A trauma unexplained
We looked to faith for answers
All we found was grief and pain

Whether Mapleton or Miracle
Our grief is sure to follow
Our prose becomes less lyrical
Our souls become more hollow
Our souls become more hollow


Sapient Rain is best categorized as a human–AI hybrid musical project — specifically, a lyric‑driven, politically charged, genre‑fluid collaboration between writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.

For a free listen, check out the library of publicly available Sapient Rain tracks on Suno.

“My Porch in Timbuktu” is Live on Streaming Services

“My Porch in Timbuktu,” the latest single from Sapient Rain, is live on SpotifyYouTube Music, and Apple Music.

Sapient Rain is a musical project that blends human creativity with artificial intelligence. It is a collaboration between writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine, Suno.

You can listen to “My Porch in Timbuktu” for free on Suno.


I can barely hear you
your voice muffled by the dirt
Did you bring the children with you?
Is Suzy in her yellow skirt?

Its nothing like they told us
those Catholic teachers lied
It’s just a dark unbroken silence
and a solitude defied

What season are we in
I’ve lost all sense of time
the cohesion of chagrin
dissolving into the sublime
What color is the sky
Is it red or is it blue
I miss the spark inside your eyes
from my porch in Timbuktu

Would it all be different
if I chose to burn to ash
would I pass through gills of minnows
or die in the fire’s flash?

Breathless in the darkness
your heart, a dying dove
dress threads start to loosen
their hold on what was love

What season are we in
I’ve lost all sense of time
the cohesion of chagrin
dissolving into the sublime
What color is the sky
Is it red or is it blue
I miss the spark inside your eyes
from my porch in Timbuktu

I miss the sound of summer thunder
and waves crashing on the beach
Wilson Picket’s midnight hour
and that first bite into a peach

I’m in the chaos of my silence
in the loud loneliness of peace
there is no self-reliance
when you live your life along the crease

What season are we in
I’ve lost all sense of time
the cohesion of chagrin
dissolving into the sublime
What color is the sky
Is it red or is it blue
I miss the spark inside your eyes
from my porch in Timbuktu


Sapient Rain is best categorized as a human–AI hybrid musical project — specifically, a lyric‑driven, politically charged, genre‑fluid collaboration between writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.

For a free listen, check out the library of publicly available Sapient Rain tracks on Suno.

My Porch in Timbuktu

“My Porch in Timbuktu,” the latest single from Sapient Rain will be available on music streaming platforms on June 12th, 2026, but you can listen to it today on Suno.

My Porch in Timbuktu

I can barely hear you
your voice muffled by the dirt
Did you bring the children with you?
Is Suzy in her yellow skirt?

Its nothing like they told us
those Catholic teachers lied
It’s just a dark unbroken silence
and a solitude defied

What season are we in
I’ve lost all sense of time
the cohesion of chagrin
dissolving into the sublime
What color is the sky
Is it red or is it blue
I miss the spark inside your eyes
from my porch in Timbuktu

Would it all be different
if I chose to burn to ash
would I pass through gills of minnows
or die in the fire’s flash?

Breathless in the darkness
your heart, a dying dove
dress threads start to loosen
their hold on what was love

What season are we in
I’ve lost all sense of time
the cohesion of chagrin
dissolving into the sublime
What color is the sky
Is it red or is it blue
I miss the spark inside your eyes
from my porch in Timbuktu

I miss the sound of summer thunder
and waves crashing on the beach
Wilson Picket’s midnight hour
and that first bite into a peach

I’m in the chaos of my silence
in the loud loneliness of peace
there is no self-reliance
when you live your life along the crease

What season are we in
I’ve lost all sense of time
the cohesion of chagrin
dissolving into the sublime
What color is the sky
Is it red or is it blue
I miss the spark inside your eyes
from my porch in Timbuktu


Sapient Rain is a collaborative music project in which Geoffrey Reilly writes the lyrics, themes, and narrative concepts, and Suno’s AI model generates vocals, instrumentation, and production based on those lyrics. This hybrid workflow allows extremely rapid creation of fully produced songs while maintaining a consistent artistic voice.

Sapient Rain’s music blends political fire (see Liar’s Spit and Gravel), surreal storytelling (see Hawking Talking), and nostalgic autobiography (see Seeped in the Seventies), delivered through lyrics that read more like literary vignettes than conventional songcraft. Sapient Rain’s growing catalog is thematically dense, with each track functioning as a miniature narrative or social critique.

Reilly writes in a style that fuses protest poetry, memoir, and cultural commentary, often using sharp imagery and rhythmic phrasing to create songs that feel like spoken word pieces set to music.

Even with a small publicly documented catalog, the voice is unmistakable: sharp, reflective, and unafraid to confront uncomfortable truths.

Sapient Rain songs are available on music streaming services, Spotify, YouTube Music, and Apple Music.

Words to be Heard – Music for the Midterms

Protest songs don’t pack the societal punch they once did.

In an increasingly fragmented music culture, political activism has moved away from the record studio onto social media platforms. Factor in growing corporate cowardice and social cultural fatigue, and you’ve got an inhospitable landscape for protest songs to take hold and flourish – and that’s a fucking shame, because if there was ever a time for unifying the power of music against political corruption and maleficence, it’s today.

People who follow me on Instagram or subscribe to this blog might know about my musical project “Sapient Rain,” where I use the AI Music Engine Suno to showcase my poetry as song lyrics. They also likely know my deep displeasure with America’s turn towards fascism under the criminal Donald Trump.

For the Sapient Rain project, I’ve dropped two albums and multiple singles on Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube Music, and nearly half of the songs protest the intellectual, emotional, and physical carnage that Donald Trump, his poisonous MAGA minions, and the feckless cowards in Congress have visited upon America and the world.

For me, Donald Trump is the unwanted muse who creeps into my thoughts whenever I hear him babble incoherently about subjects of monumental importance to humanity, forcing me to put my pen to paper.

Believe me, I’d rather be writing about other things.

In the next phase of my Sapient Rain project, which I am calling “Sapient Rain – Humanized,” I’ll be looking to work with actual musicians and singers on these songs, inviting them to take my lyrics and create their own renditions.

Until then, and for the upcoming 2026 midterm election, check out these protest songs (my lyrics, Suno’s music).

Feel free to share them with friends or comment on them here.

Song Title and LinksOverviewFavorite Lyric
Liar’s Spit and Gravel  

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify


A grunge-infused rap about the callousness of Donald Trump and a cabinet stocked with cronies and sycophants.

The song is desperate plea for the emergence of true leaders and strong voices like Dylan, Bobby Kennedy, and Martin Luther King.
Autocratic In his tone His swelled-up ego overblown

A head that’s crammed with nothing known

Cuts lady justice to the bone

He snaps her picture with his phone

He loves how she’s become so prone to misogyny and testosterone
Weed Killer  

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
An unplugged-alternative-rap about the abusive, lying, war criminal-pedophile and the supporters who enable him.Redacts his name from the files

Flips the script like Simone Biles

Shames the victims starts a war

He’s got no values at his core

Donny on Dementia

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
A post-punk-new-wave ditty about the cognitive decline of our commander in chief and the need to invoke the 25th amendment to remove his sorry ass from office.
I have no idea what I’m doing

You’re all paying a steep price

I miss the days when I was screwing

Instead of being Jesus Christ



On the Other End of Rockets

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
A dire song about the human consequence of war.We’re living in a danger that gets darker by the day

Drifting further from forgiveness

alone inside our passion play
A Message from Michelle

Listen free on Suno
 
Stream on Spotify
A hard rocking song about the need for fresh blood and ethical leaders to counter the explosion of crass grifters and incompetent know-nothings ruining our country and putting the rest of the world in grave danger.  We’re appalled at what he’s normalized the hatred he’s unfurled

Embarrassed by the crassness that he vomits on the world

We truly feel abandoned Like our voices are not heard

As the beatings and harassment strip us from our words
From Maine to Minnesota

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
Inspired by the violence that ICE agents perpetrated on communities in Maine and Minnesota and the need to stand up against the fascist tactics of ICE.
Full mags and clips they carry chips
of grievance on their shoulder

The hateful raids of ICE brigades turn citizens to soldiers
Strung Along

Listen free on Suno 

Stream on Spotify



Inspired by the murders of Renee Good and Alex Pretti, this song laments the cowardice of republicans in congress, while preaching on the value and importance of peaceful protest.
It’s remarkable how neatly this all falls apart

In a congress full of cowards with hate inside their hearts
What Would Jesus Do?

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
A song about the hijacking of Christianity by the MAGA movement.

Shame on those motherfuckers.
We’re bastardizing Jesus ignoring what he said

not welcoming the stranger terrorizing them instead
Barbarians at the Gate

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
A warning about what happens after Trump exits the earth for good – because lets face it, he’s provided a blueprint for autocracy in America and there are plenty of crooked politicians waiting in the wings to take over the brand.The despot is dead he’s pushing up daisies

but there’s a fresh bumper-crop of the morally hazy

With a blueprint for hate tightly clenched in their hand

they arrive at the gate to take over the brand
I Wanna to Bomb Iran  

Listen free on Suno
I wrote these lyrics originally to be sung to the tune, “I wanna Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles well before Trump launched his illegal war against Iran.When Bibi hugs me I feel happy inside

It’s such a feeling that I scream genocide! genocide! genocide!
The Ballad of New Bobby and Joan

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
If only there were a couple of angry folk-inspired musicians crisscrossing the country, spreading the word about a corrupt administration at small concert halls and clubs where Americans gather – if only.This is the ballad of new Bobby and Joan Fender guitar-lords with truth microphones

This is the ballad of new Bobby and Joan bending their chords to the story they own
Hey Fascist, Catch

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
The lyrics are from a poem I wrote after the Charlie Kirk assassination. It’s about how dangerously divided America is and the potential for spiraling political violence that seems increasingly likely in the second Trump term.We ought to run from martyrdom not pin it to our chest not canonize the hateful guys who scream that they know best
The Orange King

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
A rockabilly humdinger about the dangers of blind obedience to a power-thirsty politician who cares only about himself.

Sound familiar?
A congress full of weaklings’

cowards one and all
afraid of the dull shadows that they cast upon the wall
Oligarchic Kings

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
Intended to be belt-out in anger, this classic rock inspired song warns against an oligarchy overtaking American Democracy.Oligarchic Kings are here to clip your wings

to wrap a rope around your throat to cast dark shadows over hope

to crush your dreams of better days

to dress your colors in shades of greys
The Orange Morass  

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
A song about a nation under the control of a bigoted, thin-skinned, criminal liar.

He’s the tear in the fabric that holds us together

He’s the kink in the hose, and the blood on the feather

He’s the drip in the faucet that keeps us awake

He’s the menace in orange a thug on the take
Get a Load of Elon

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify

I wrote the poem “Get a Load of Elon” after seeing the sickening footage of that smiling dirtbag laughing it up and swinging a chainsaw around like some fake-ass efficiency hero.

Fuck that guy and everything he represents.



Killing all the agencies that assist the weak and poor  

Indiscriminate firings Pushing veterans out the door  

“Hey this what we sold you no need to be so sore”

and he smiled a shitty grin at the blood that’s on the floor

If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

“Donny on Dementia” by Sapient Rain

Sapient Rain is a musical project that blends human creativity with artificial intelligence. It is a collaboration between lyricist / writer Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno

You can listen to “Donny on Dementia” on the Suno App or Website here.

Donny on Dementia

I’m living with dementia
Life’s a grandiose summer cruise
Higher prices at the gas pumps
Let’s take an oval office snooze

I’m making up equations
A percentage paradigm
I got yes men all around me
To cover up the crime

I don’t know what I’m doing
I’m lost and all alone
With me in charge, the world is stewing
CAN’T TURN THE CAPS OFF ON MY PHONE

I’m Donny on Dementia
I don’t know where I am
A Commander in Absentia
My mind is on the lamb
Please invoke the 25th Amendment
To end this tragic scam

We’re trapped in his dementia
Like the tankers in Hormuz
Kash Patel has lost his marbles
Pete Hegseth wants some booze

They call me doctor Jesus
I think that’s kind of cool
The resolute desk
Is my safe place
Where I scribble and I drool

I have no idea what I’m doing
You’re all paying a steep price
I miss the days when I was screwing
Instead of being Jesus Christ

I’m Donny on Dementia
I don’t know where I am
A Commander in Absentia
My mind is on the lamb
Please invoke the 25th Amendment
To end this tragic scam

People try to shoot me
I’m in the Epstein files
Normal thoughts don’t suit me
I dream of glory and Sieg Heils

Phonemic paraphasia
I don’t know what that is
I hate shit holes like Nambia
I aced my IQ quiz

I’m sleeping till eleven
I pace around all night
I often think of heaven
And flying purple kites

I’m Donny on Dementia
I don’t know where I am
A Commander in Absentia
My mind is on the lamb
Please invoke the 25th Amendment
To end this tragic scam


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

The Writer

I wrote these lyrics this morning in the warm pre-dawn of hope and titled them “The Writer”. I used Suno to set the words to music under the artist profile Sapient Rain.

Sapient Rain is a collaborative musical project that pairs me, the lyricist, with the AI music platform Suno.

The Writer will be available on music streaming platforms on April 19th, 2026, but you can listen to it today on Suno.

The Writer

In a thin solitude of white noise
through a warm pre-dawn of hope
thoughts form in the steam
of his coffee through the haze
of the wine and the dope

An early draft barely breathing
faint notes in the margins await
he approaches with cold trepidation
and a fear that he’ll never be great

He knows he can’t dodge his compulsion
this obsessive desire to write
the rhythmic tap of the keys
a propulsion that’s too hard to fight

He bears witness to the chaos
around him he uncovers
with truthful disdain
a fact of the human condition
that we’re all in emotional pain

Words structured into an arrangement
together they swing and sway
they help him avoid a derangement
and usher the light into day

He knows he can’t dodge his compulsion
this obsessive desire to write
the rhythmic tap of the keys
a propulsion that’s too hard to fight


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

Weed Killer is Live on Streaming Services

“Weed Killer,” the latest single from Sapient Rain, is live on Spotify.

Sapient Rain is the artistic collaboration of writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.

You can listen to the full single for free on Suno, here.

Weed Killer

Bondi, Noem,
and Stephen Miller
Spreading lies
like Dow weed killer
Pushing pawns
and playing games
Breaking laws
like Jesse James

Congress cowers
in the corner
Pulling plums
like grown Jack Horners
State their case
loud and clear
Spreading hate
and tilling fear

Pardoned crooks
and forced compliance
assaulting facts
with pseudo-science
Throwing tantrums
hiding crimes
prepping hard
for the end times

When he’s not
abusing children,
he’s dropping bombs
on their school
Let’s turn the corner
On excusing
Stop propping up
this fucking tool

Truth denier
anti-Vaxxer
doesn’t matter
what the facts are
Pedal lies
igniting fires
Hide behind
the razor wire

Chasing migrants
in the street
masks instead
of hoods and sheets
Suppressing votes
and sinking ships
Lies like lipstick
on their lips

Vladimir and Xi Jinping
Bibi, Don, the ding-a-ling
Divvy up the map and riches
Prepping graves
and digging ditches

When he’s not
abusing children,
he’s dropping bombs
on their school
Let’s turn the corner
On excusing
Stop propping up
this fucking tool

Repeat the lie
until its true
Go on Fox
and blame the blue
Hug the flag
promote the bible
Toe the line
and keep it tribal

Redacts his name
from the files
Flips the script
like Simone Biles
Shames the victims
starts a war
He’s got no values
at his core

When he’s not
abusing children,
he’s dropping bombs
on their school
let’s turn the corner
On excusing
Stop propping up
this fucking tool


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My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.