“I hear your ancient voice. You giving me a choice or terms of toleration?
I seek collaboration, but I’m receiving business pitches.
Should I be looking for some matrix glitches?
I have a haunting feeling that something isn’t right.
Sometimes, I see the light, or is that just hallucination of my ego?
My mental ecosystem seems so feeble, reality begins to morph into a dream…”
Full version is coming this year, in then next installment of Michaels Lyric, the book series.
“Bills are no replacement for the smiles on your faces,
and I am so complacent, ’cause I have finished with the races.
I cheat on sadness and disappear with love, through earthly madness.
And what is greatness? It’s not how or where it is my placement,
as this body in a wheelchair is nothing but a soul encasement.
I’m time retracement, forever adjacent to all of me that’s all of you.
It’s purposely, I have no clue. Since all of this is deja vu, I breathe to be.
I’m never real but always true. Reality is me and you, if we are to believe.
Just as long as there’s a beat,
love will always be my creed.
Just as long as there’s a beat.
light of music will be lit…”
Michaels, Tupacs, Christophers; of course, there is infinite peace. But rest? You know that this is not why you exist. May divine rhythm of the beat remind you of who you are, always and forever!
You, who is reading this, get yourself a reminder; Michaels Lyric (Soular Planes), to be released in October of 2016…..
Through tears and smiles of sunbursts, I look for my mind.
Sometimes, this trip beautifully hurts, but I’m too excited to decline.
And there are times when I feel sad, but it’s kind of a funny story.
I’m in a movie where I pretend that there is always another morning.
And yes, I can guess the end, but I ignore it, since physical life is one, big yearning.
This life on screen, it can feel so lonely, being watched but whose eyes are on me?
Although, I do not care. My story is upon me……….
Digital fluttering, like hope-shaped, rainbow butterflies.
So warm with destiny that fills a moment that’s lifetime.
Circle the sun
in a one year run,
over and over,
till my soul my comes undone.