Northern California is one of my favorite places, and I miss it.
“Rock me hard at night, blaze me with dreams, through my day.
My thoughts splash in champaign, worries melt in San Fran Bay.
Micro blasts kept me away, as I grinded through skyscrapers of Chi.
In last chapter, I described that I’m good at picking air currents that rise.
I decided to realize that this world is all mine, without compromise.
So I’m not complaining about luck’s dice. It’s just that I miss Cali sunrise.
Cali love is my vice, I don’t care if they call it an addiction.
Word to the wise, know thyself to avoid self-crucifixion.
Doc filled out my prescription, and this high is a welcomed affliction.
It is my heaven’s depiction, and I wish that all girls were Cali girls.
Cruising sunset malls, to seeing sunset falls, instant dreams, instead of withered goals.
Freedom, through all hearts and souls, phone lights up with hottest party invites.
Like Ferrari headlights, my thoughts race through promises of 101.
Unsung or hotter than the sun, an artist or an artist turned to con?
My confidence is on, and what’s the difference between some tricks and dreams?
Depends which side you’re on. I’ve said before, nothing is just what it seems.”
This piece is like a fantasy painting, maybe a boy’s dream.
“Through snow-capped mountains, winding roads and tunnels lie.
And as I drive, it is as if my dearest fantasies become alive.
I fly through crisp, cool air that sparkles, touching emerald-green meadows.
Enchanted forests cast their shadows on cabins, napping by the lakes.
And now, my car vibrates and shakes. It turns to carriage, driven by white horses.
It must be magic forces. I feel forgotten dream, as through me, wildly, it pulses.
I don’t believe in curses, and if there are, they cannot chase me down.
As horses stop by gates of town, I see that fairytale castle that I left long time ago.
It is a place where no one needs a crown, and every night, there is a ball for all.
And every knight stands tall, as brave and charming as can be.
They never hear the call of war, still, every move is filled with loyalty and honesty.
So honestly, the knights are so in love with ladies full of beauty and such modesty.
And finaly, I don’t feel like an oddity, like I’m a hopeless case.
With her, my destiny awaits. And now, I am remembering her traits.
My fate no longer contemplates. It is as sure as happiness of sunrise.
As I am walking through these gates, a rainbow bridges over castle skylines.”
A bit of abstract poetry, still with hip hop flow…
“Sun lies on top of hills, and apple blossoms fill the air.
This orient express of dreams just brought me to the planet’s fair.
I float without a care, through streets that breathe with warm excitement.
I feel the simple love enlightenment and do not feel my past.
I feel the happiness inside my chest and singing choir in my head.
I feel my fantasies are running mad through all cafes and shops.
This city is most beautiful of props, but it’s as real as me.
From red roofs to the highrise tops, metropolis that’s by the sea.
From loneliness, I flee to flower parks and squares with ringing bells.
My heart just melts from all sun-sprinkled foods and smells.
My body swells from essence that is so ecstatic and surreal.
As all my senses tasting all this thrill, this breezy chill, it brings remembrance of you.
And every time it drifts, it feels brand new, like every touch that is from you.
This town, like a giant cue for me to realign with my true self.
I am no longer chasing wealth. Within me is creation of the worlds.
What all exists is all we have. I are beyond all titles and all words.”
This piece was written in 2009, as a demo, to the instrumental by the same name. This is not included in the book, but I am thinking of including it in the updated second chapter of the next version… whenever I get around it…
“Like the automatic mechanics of a champ’s heart,
I drop near flatline, right before I go hard.
It’s the systematic schematics that set me apart,
the blueprints of DNA that make me the god of this art.
The art to depart, ‘cause my part is to make you disappear.
So, I kick-start my spy squad, just so I can conceal.
My intentions of intervention have to hide behind my appeal,
just for now, until I’ll be able to read your next move, at my will.
I know you’d be thrilled to know who will cause your big spill,
but there’s a seal on my past that is stamped with illusions,
illusive preclusions that behave like conclusions.
Exclusive intrusions will not help you get inside of my head.
At this moment, you’ll only know what I know about myself.
My psyche that’s vital is not built into my mind.
My nature hardwired as instinct that never flatlined.
My shots will be fired before you see any sign.”
Well, I just extended michaelslyric.com domain for another year. Hmm, nothing exciting. I do find it to be challenging to keep myself inspired to continue to book. I do have another project going, but it’s too early to talk about it. So, yeah… this briefing is over, unless anyone has questions…
"Just like an actor takes on a role, I take on a character, with every piece that I write. Some characters are aspects of me, more or less, while others are not me, at all."
