I'M Myke a Charismatic Enigma, living life like a rock star, but there is a stage i can never resist because of the energy the emotion and an inner hunger that i can't satisfy and i will sacrifice life and limb to become immortal.
As dreamers we belive that tommorow brings a bright future, a new day but for some there may be no tommorow, for them there is only today. The power of now, a force greater than the promise of tomorrow. Now we can create, become, achieve, Now is the only moment we can seize, Life is a paradox, a chance for great joys or great sorrows, a chance to gain so much or lose so much more. Life is not a random series of events, we cannot control the moves of mother nature, or slow the hands of father time but as dreamers we can build legacies, create new worlds, forge endellible moments that echo through time. but for the dream to become reality you must first look in the mirror inside your very soul and ask yourself if your a man of courage and passion you must be a worrior and be willing to dedicate your life to an unyeilding quest to create your own enduring legacy. if you can do that go, reading this is now in the past you must go create your future and prepare to sacrifice. tonight a genesis will un-fold, a brave new world will emurge, i hope all you dreamers become men, and men become worriors and when you reach that point you must keep pushing and take great steps to becoming immortal. Your only enemy should be your own mortal limitations...
Human history is a strange parodox, it is one of urning and evolution emblazed by the bright flame of hope, but also littered with horrors, unspeakable acts of injustice and humility, as humans we desire to dwell in a utopic wonderland devoid of lifes harsh realitys, a world of magic and miricals and dreams, yet the cold reality is that wars, violence and mans inhumanity to man are inhairent in the fabric of our world. Our passion is our blessing, it is the very thing that makes us human, a trait that separates us from the animal world, but the irony is that passion is also the culpret, remove passion from any conflict and there is no conflict, yet remove passion and there is no humanity, we are the nexus of everything, our past and our future, our hopes and our horrors, our tainted heritage and our brightest dreams, and true to our nature, when even the most noble of passions collide we become less of what we wish to be, and more of what we were...