With blurry twilight sparkle, that I rise.
With gorgeous pains of marvel, that I rise.
Extraordinarily harmonious is my ensemble, as I rise.
A lost and found star of universal fumble.
Still… I… Rise…..
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……….
Did you know that you are a character in a story? Make it good.
Flow Of illuminati is available for sale….. Shhhh………. Now, let’s see if we can get some more reflections…………….
At this time, I do not know when the next issue will be released, nor do I know the title.
“Rainstorm Clouds Over Africa was ringing.
To the rhythm of my dreams, my heart was singing.
Earth was scorched, but heat could never run me.
Melodies would calm me, ’cause the future was upon me.
She was on me, like inspiration on my mind.
Like words you never find, those always matter most.
I remember getting lost while wanting to be found.
I remember mirrored notes, but copies never break the ground…”
@1998-2010 Michael Lerman (MichaelsLyric.com)