The Book of Michael

How quickly do we discredit human ingenuity?

As fast as we try to overthrow humanity, the next recall,

Carrousels of our deepest regrets, carry me away on an angel's prayer

A cascade of revolution, misguided freedom, a proclamation 

Of fortuitous lies, the misfortune of a generation, lost

Deep as the abyss, far darker then a nightmare

Where wolves wear the dress of sheep 

Walk amongst the herd, heard of dreaming, whimsical pasts

The world always brighter through a child's eyes

How to know of that child's hardships

Hidden with a guise of corruption,

If Heaven sent a blessing i'd still never learn my lesson

Open up your lips and mind, so I can take your breath in

So much passion, no time for passive aggression

Sexual tension is a leading cause of stressing.

Hey Eve let me bite that apple

Yoo-hoo , pop top like Snapple,

I guess we're both nuts like cashews 

But I wouldn't trade you for a thing,

And you can hold my weight if its my name and wedding ring.

Well, I'm going off the deep end

With blinders on so I can't even see them

Tunnel vision, all I could see is you

Once I was lost and I'm not saying I'm found

I'm saying what once was said isn't making a sound

I would say my conscience reconnaissance 

Came back anonymous anomalous  

Analogies of expression, self-reliant depression

Meaning depending on self to not get ahead of yourself 

One foot in front of the other, but it's turning around

Trying to rise, but stuck to the ground

Not passive agressive, aggressively passive 

What's in the past can stay there, we already passed it

Dosen't mean we'll let go pending the hold

Picture perfect periods, pause on the pages

Living to fast, while they turn as the day ends

Savor the moment, conversational lush

I'd be drunk off your energy without you saying too much

Love is for liars, without trust its just lust

Once you break a heart you'll know what it was

Pieces never fit back in the same places

To mend what was broken, in need of some patience 

Read through my chapters, i've burnt some pages

Thunder and rain, not pleasure and pain

Passion and sadness, as tears turn to ashes

Will we run from what we have become, a conundrum 

What is lost but never won

The ones we love, time, passion, and pain

What we cared for, we now have some distain

Or at least refrain from carrying on the same

Even if I want to, it's something I wont do

And you being hard headed will just react the same

Flowers bloom in dark rooms,

And with no rain create monsoons 

Winter all the way through June.

I love you's turn to I do's

Truth hurts, lies too

Lost when I found you.

Found each other

Do's and don'ts 

Another will what one won't 

or cannot and thats food for thought

High price on life, but there's no cost

or way to tell if you're worth it.

A fine line used to define

I try to refrain from sameness as panned out by Jonas

The Giver seems to give less and take more when time is wasted on Lilac Dreams,

A pantheon of color swarms down and sweeps away the well and the wicked.

So as I turn the pages in books long gone, like a misread calendar or a twisted prophecy. 

Are any dreams and memories different then the rambling of a crazed, drunken prophet. The human mind only dilutes truth with time, for only a moment, one monumental second is truth "truth."

Does one even wish to love? Love lasts an eternity, whereas a mind is static, so does a mind have a capacity for love?

My dreams are far different, different from the tall tales of books or the even more grand farces of arithmetic and science, they are of me. So if my dreams dilute or change for whom can say I am wrong but I?

I do not know of the facts of evolution, I had never seen life evolve into a different life, but I do believe in the rapid evolution of the mind. My mind evolves daily to know its new life and glorify, or at the very least dignify, its past "known" actions.

I only quote know for I do not, as I cannot know what isn't now can I?

Nor can any great thinker, scientist, mathematician, if not one can truely demonstrate that they are.

In every field of study there is no fact, and what may be loosely regarded as such is conflicted by other "facts, theories, or laws", as plausible is a god or my God to any science, they are all the same.

So my Lilac Dreams forever change to remain the same.