The Big C
I went through a real bad spell of health a few years ago...and i wondered...more like I felt and I knew...I had cancer. Never had a confirmation (it was a necrotizing granuloma...lol...Herbs killed it !!!...anyway, no REAL diagnosis)of scientific proof. I know I was at death's door. I am much better today and feel as I should most of the time. What I wrote below is what came forth one day while writing...lots bears on the mind when you are this kind of ill. Just another of life's many many lessons.
Thats what it's called, as my lymph nodes swell,
Do I have it ? The Big C ?
Is it a blessing in disguise ? The growth is large and hurts,
Will I lose my worldly possesions ?
Or my life ?
These thoughts I have never ceasing
Broken sentences...my mind wields its neurotic synaptic impulses,
Well, I pray and I beleive,
And god will guide me.
I live as always... for today.
But I am not ready to depart this life just yet,
I cannot question my Fater's plan.
Faith carries me,
On wings of glory I may stay or soar home...
Off to heaven... slipping these surly bonds of life,
Or I may be ok... pray for me, god hears us all.
Great assorted topics, true stories, brilliant ideas, wonderful photographs, and honest reporting. As well as my music, " MobiusTripz" Thanks, ~ John "Stephen" Swygert, ~a.k.a.~ "rokkinroll"
Monday, May 31, 2010
Cold Blue Steel - My original poem
Cold blue steel...
In my hand....
Nothing in my heart....
The trigger finger...
Eases back...
Surely, this is not my part...
I save the bullet...
For one more day...
Some day down the road...
As long as I've got today...
A grip on life I hold.
But now what ?
In my hand....
Nothing in my heart....
The trigger finger...
Eases back...
Surely, this is not my part...
I save the bullet...
For one more day...
Some day down the road...
As long as I've got today...
A grip on life I hold.
But now what ?
Breathe - My original poem
Breathe in slow,
Fill the lungs with life,
Take the time to appreciate, and give thanks.
Pray on your knees,
Talk to your god,
He loves you,
Take his hand.
Have faith,
He's always there,
No matter what,
Surrounds your life...
Happiness,
He holds the key,
And the door,
Is always open wide.
Fill the lungs with life,
Take the time to appreciate, and give thanks.
Pray on your knees,
Talk to your god,
He loves you,
Take his hand.
Have faith,
He's always there,
No matter what,
Surrounds your life...
Happiness,
He holds the key,
And the door,
Is always open wide.
Inspiration - My original poem
Inspiration is a woman,
Who shares her love with all,
She is a daughter and mother,
And nurtures alone.
Inspiration is a woman,
Who climbs mountains at will,
Daily providing for her child,
With never one complaint.
Inspiration is a woman,
With unconditional love,
You are inspiration,
You are a woman.
Inspiration is a woman .
Who shares her love with all,
She is a daughter and mother,
And nurtures alone.
Inspiration is a woman,
Who climbs mountains at will,
Daily providing for her child,
With never one complaint.
Inspiration is a woman,
With unconditional love,
You are inspiration,
You are a woman.
Inspiration is a woman .
Your Last Day......Today ? - My original poem
What touches your soul,
Sweet kisses that stop time,
A scenic drive on a sunny day,
A fine mellowed wine.
Things we enjoy in life,
Passion that makes us alive,
Live each day to the fullest,
Always for dreams we must strive.
Love the ones your with,
Like it is your last day,
Remembering what is important,
I love you, the words we need to say.
Live each day as your last,
One day you will be right,
Stay focused with this vision,
Keep the present moment in site. FREE STREAMING MUSIC BY MobiusTripz 24/7...STORE NOW OPEN TOO, LINK IN MUSIC PLAYER DOWNLOAD THE ANDROID APP AS WELL, FREE TOO !!!
Sweet kisses that stop time,
A scenic drive on a sunny day,
A fine mellowed wine.
Things we enjoy in life,
Passion that makes us alive,
Live each day to the fullest,
Always for dreams we must strive.
Love the ones your with,
Like it is your last day,
Remembering what is important,
I love you, the words we need to say.
Live each day as your last,
One day you will be right,
Stay focused with this vision,
Keep the present moment in site. FREE STREAMING MUSIC BY MobiusTripz 24/7...STORE NOW OPEN TOO, LINK IN MUSIC PLAYER DOWNLOAD THE ANDROID APP AS WELL, FREE TOO !!!
Peace - My original poem
Peace...consumes me,
No longer am I angry.
Serenity...is beauty,
Comes with knowing god.
Faith...it grows stronger,
With each passing day.
Love...it surrounds me,
No longer frusterates my life.
Friends...all around me,
I could never find before.
God...gave me all of this,
How could I ever ask for more? FREE STREAMING MUSIC BY MobiusTripz 24/7...STORE NOW OPEN TOO, LINK IN MUSIC PLAYER DOWNLOAD THE ANDROID APP AS WELL, FREE TOO !!!
No longer am I angry.
Serenity...is beauty,
Comes with knowing god.
Faith...it grows stronger,
With each passing day.
Love...it surrounds me,
No longer frusterates my life.
Friends...all around me,
I could never find before.
God...gave me all of this,
How could I ever ask for more? FREE STREAMING MUSIC BY MobiusTripz 24/7...STORE NOW OPEN TOO, LINK IN MUSIC PLAYER DOWNLOAD THE ANDROID APP AS WELL, FREE TOO !!!
Devilish Souls - Haloween - My original poem
The devilish souls are lurking around,
And on haloween you will hear many a strange sound.
So keep your watch cause the devil may come,
And snatch you up just to have some fun.
Acts of agression he may take out on you,
And you may be dead by the time he is through.
So be careful how you behave,
Because it might be your road he decides to pave. FREE STREAMING MUSIC BY MobiusTripz 24/7...STORE NOW OPEN TOO, LINK IN MUSIC PLAYER DOWNLOAD THE ANDROID APP AS WELL, FREE TOO !!!
And on haloween you will hear many a strange sound.
So keep your watch cause the devil may come,
And snatch you up just to have some fun.
Acts of agression he may take out on you,
And you may be dead by the time he is through.
So be careful how you behave,
Because it might be your road he decides to pave. FREE STREAMING MUSIC BY MobiusTripz 24/7...STORE NOW OPEN TOO, LINK IN MUSIC PLAYER DOWNLOAD THE ANDROID APP AS WELL, FREE TOO !!!
The Loser - My original poem
I have to get on the path,
Which I have not walked,
I have got to be the preacher,
Of that which I have talked.
The passion which I feel,
Must now all come alive,
And make every moment,
A goal that I must strive.
Because in the end a loser,
In the mirror he must look,
Realizing all the good,
From his own life he took.
Stealing every moment,
That has passed his way,
Feeling no forgiveness,
This game the loser plays. FREE STREAMING MUSIC BY MobiusTripz 24/7...STORE NOW OPEN TOO, LINK IN MUSIC PLAYER DOWNLOAD THE ANDROID APP AS WELL, FREE TOO !!!
Which I have not walked,
I have got to be the preacher,
Of that which I have talked.
The passion which I feel,
Must now all come alive,
And make every moment,
A goal that I must strive.
Because in the end a loser,
In the mirror he must look,
Realizing all the good,
From his own life he took.
Stealing every moment,
That has passed his way,
Feeling no forgiveness,
This game the loser plays. FREE STREAMING MUSIC BY MobiusTripz 24/7...STORE NOW OPEN TOO, LINK IN MUSIC PLAYER DOWNLOAD THE ANDROID APP AS WELL, FREE TOO !!!
How - My original poem
H onesty...naked we go to the thrown of god...
O penminded...lacking all prejudice
W illingness...the act of accepting and tolerating
HOW...the keys to a serene life.
O penminded...lacking all prejudice
W illingness...the act of accepting and tolerating
HOW...the keys to a serene life.
Flicker - My Original Poem
The flicker of the flame dances wildly,
In the pitch-black center of my mind's eye.
Titillating my deepest inner senses,
A journey into unchartered depths.
I feel so alive deep in my soul,
All that matters is this...peace.
Tingling...Reeling...senses,
Life in my soul....Akin too a massive party.
Every sinew...alert,
Waiting for perception...
Anticipating new hair raising sensory input,
The candles fuel this spiritual journey.
In the pitch-black center of my mind's eye.
Titillating my deepest inner senses,
A journey into unchartered depths.
I feel so alive deep in my soul,
All that matters is this...peace.
Tingling...Reeling...senses,
Life in my soul....Akin too a massive party.
Every sinew...alert,
Waiting for perception...
Anticipating new hair raising sensory input,
The candles fuel this spiritual journey.
Reeling Fish - My Original Poem
On a hook trying to escape,
The drag makes you struggle,
Hook in your lip,
Your energy is short.
You leap into the sun,
Hoping only to break free,
Glimmering sunlight on your scales,
As you crest the watery heights.
Waiting for your chance at freedom,
You jump from the water thrashing,
The sunlight offers hope,
The hook still holds you tight.
As the rodman sees you glimmer over the sparkling water,
You break free, such a fight,
It was a challenge on two facets,
And now you both are spent.
You may meet another day,
Such a joyous trout,
And a man who had a glimpse,
Fishing soothes his soul.
Until it's time again,
A rainbow teases man.
My original Poem / Lyrics Colours
Colours, appx 06 2008...by: John S. Swygert
Do you ever ponder on a tie dyed twisted plane,
Of the colours that your life has portrayed,
And what colours might have been,
If those colours you did not trade?
Life's palette, oh so delicate,
This life's tapestry that we boldly paint and blend,
Deciding for more green than red at a moments notice,
Where and what path did we our life send.
Life's canvas never erased, we continually brush with new and enlightened strokes,
We may embellish or conceal the encounters that lay beneath,
Irrevocable in obscured memories later to cascade forth,
Or forever buried, perhaps never able again to be reached.
Arbitrarily we cover the colours that run like blood through our veins,
And paint and blend the colours that hurt and cut like a knife,
Then paint some more bright irridescents that tame the savage beast,
These varigated chromactic whispers that help leave behind the strife.
The communal canvas, let your eyes upon it gaze,
The colours erupting from my multifaceted soul spread deep,
Nothing to hide the colours, they are often worn on my sleeve,
From conscience to canvas not contained, they often seep.
Artists that know me as a confidant partake what I perceive and savor,
We feel and share the momentus synaptic pleasures of this life,
Striving to illustrate and blend the opaque and oblique,
Seasonings of vitality are what we ration and seek.
Asking others to come forth and blend their hues freely,
Innately knowing what it is that the canvas demands of us,
Assimilating new techniques from others, often with such acute cost,
Perhaps mesmerized by the colours they offer, we too undeniably trust.
Contributions to the masterpiece come from experience,
Pallets dirtied always cleaned, new pigments often sought,
Never a simple masterpiece just engineered at a glimpse,
Jewels improvised continually, over eras and never wrought.
Colours are what illustrates life's experience,
The roads we travel are so varied, meant to be lessons learned,
Make each day your masterpiece to yourself and your brethren,
A good life is nothing casual, but rather through hard work earned.
John S. Swygert
Do you ever ponder on a tie dyed twisted plane,
Of the colours that your life has portrayed,
And what colours might have been,
If those colours you did not trade?
Life's palette, oh so delicate,
This life's tapestry that we boldly paint and blend,
Deciding for more green than red at a moments notice,
Where and what path did we our life send.
Life's canvas never erased, we continually brush with new and enlightened strokes,
We may embellish or conceal the encounters that lay beneath,
Irrevocable in obscured memories later to cascade forth,
Or forever buried, perhaps never able again to be reached.
Arbitrarily we cover the colours that run like blood through our veins,
And paint and blend the colours that hurt and cut like a knife,
Then paint some more bright irridescents that tame the savage beast,
These varigated chromactic whispers that help leave behind the strife.
The communal canvas, let your eyes upon it gaze,
The colours erupting from my multifaceted soul spread deep,
Nothing to hide the colours, they are often worn on my sleeve,
From conscience to canvas not contained, they often seep.
Artists that know me as a confidant partake what I perceive and savor,
We feel and share the momentus synaptic pleasures of this life,
Striving to illustrate and blend the opaque and oblique,
Seasonings of vitality are what we ration and seek.
Asking others to come forth and blend their hues freely,
Innately knowing what it is that the canvas demands of us,
Assimilating new techniques from others, often with such acute cost,
Perhaps mesmerized by the colours they offer, we too undeniably trust.
Contributions to the masterpiece come from experience,
Pallets dirtied always cleaned, new pigments often sought,
Never a simple masterpiece just engineered at a glimpse,
Jewels improvised continually, over eras and never wrought.
Colours are what illustrates life's experience,
The roads we travel are so varied, meant to be lessons learned,
Make each day your masterpiece to yourself and your brethren,
A good life is nothing casual, but rather through hard work earned.
John S. Swygert
My Poem: "VIBRATING UNIVERSE"
VIBRATING UNIVERSE
life is vibrating at greater speed
traveling through the fabric of space
harmony is all I can see
such a groovy place
sun shines bright
bathes and soothes us all
wake on springs wings
never fall
it's loves that sets us free
then peace will follow behind
breathe it all in
now it is the time
the calling shatters silence
airwaves do abound
hope you to are listening
what a beautiful sound
tune in and listen
pureness ringing all around
souls on a mission
resonating sounds
its love that makes us quiver
frequencies in harmony
we are lively souls
spread your wings be free
it's loves that sets us free
then peace will follow behind
Breathe it all in
now it is the time
The calling shatters silence
airwaves do abound
hope you to are listening
what a beautiful sound
My (very old) POEM / LYRICS "SINSICK"
SINSICK OF MYSELF......
DEEP IN MY BLOOD FILLED VEINS......
TWISTED DELIGHT ICECREAM......
NO FLAVORS LEFT......INSANE
THIS PEN HAS LOST ITS WAY......
I'M SINSICK OF MY THOUGHTS......
BECAUSE MY SOUL I SOLD......
SO CHEAPLY I WAS BOUGHT?
CHORUS:
MY SOUL ON THE BLOCK......
I'M GOING DOWN
I'M SO FUCKING LOST......
I'M GOING DOWN
HELP ME PLEASE......
I'M GOING DOWN
LAKE OF FIRE CLOSER......
I'M GOING DOWN
MY BRAIN IS CRAMPPED, I AM BRAINDEAD.....
OUT OF NEUROLOGICAL TIME.....
THIS MYSTICAL INK NOT CROSSING THIS PAGE.....
HAS NARY LEFT ANY REASONS OR RHYMES.
STUCK IN STILLNESS......
SILENCE IN THIS SIMPLE MIND OF MINE......
TRAPPED WITH NO DIRECTION IN SITE......
LOOKS LIKE I AM OUT OF TIME.
SPIRALING IDIOTIC STUPIDITY......
IGNORANCE RUNS DEEP.....
WHAT HAS HAPPENED NOW......
ETERNAL THINKING SLEEP.
CHORUS:
MIND IS WARPED......
ANOTHER PLANET
ALL IS ALIEN......
ANOTHER PLANET
SENSELESS QUAGMIRE
ANOTHER PLANET
NOT A SINGLE CLEAN THOUGHT
ALL IS BLACKNESS
WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT......
AM I NOW A DARK CREATURE OF HIS.....
HE PAID SO WELL, SO THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.....
AND NOW I AM ON HIS BLACKLIST.
WHY AND HOW, I CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT......
DID I GET TRICKED AGAIN.....
IT ALL LOOKED SO GREAT, I TRUSTED THE SURFACE.....
I BOUGHT INTO THIS PLAN OF SIN.
CHORUS:
I'M RESPONSIBLE......
ALL MY FAULT
MY OWN TRAGEDY......
ALL MY FAULT
SELF INSANITY......
ALL MY FAULT
ME...... MY NIGHTMARE.......
ALL MY FAULT
WHAT A MISTAKE ! I'VE BEEN SINSICK
DEEP IN MY BLOOD FILLED VEINS......
TWISTED DELIGHT ICECREAM......
NO FLAVORS LEFT......INSANE
THIS PEN HAS LOST ITS WAY......
I'M SINSICK OF MY THOUGHTS......
BECAUSE MY SOUL I SOLD......
SO CHEAPLY I WAS BOUGHT?
CHORUS:
MY SOUL ON THE BLOCK......
I'M GOING DOWN
I'M SO FUCKING LOST......
I'M GOING DOWN
HELP ME PLEASE......
I'M GOING DOWN
LAKE OF FIRE CLOSER......
I'M GOING DOWN
MY BRAIN IS CRAMPPED, I AM BRAINDEAD.....
OUT OF NEUROLOGICAL TIME.....
THIS MYSTICAL INK NOT CROSSING THIS PAGE.....
HAS NARY LEFT ANY REASONS OR RHYMES.
STUCK IN STILLNESS......
SILENCE IN THIS SIMPLE MIND OF MINE......
TRAPPED WITH NO DIRECTION IN SITE......
LOOKS LIKE I AM OUT OF TIME.
SPIRALING IDIOTIC STUPIDITY......
IGNORANCE RUNS DEEP.....
WHAT HAS HAPPENED NOW......
ETERNAL THINKING SLEEP.
CHORUS:
MIND IS WARPED......
ANOTHER PLANET
ALL IS ALIEN......
ANOTHER PLANET
SENSELESS QUAGMIRE
ANOTHER PLANET
NOT A SINGLE CLEAN THOUGHT
ALL IS BLACKNESS
WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT......
AM I NOW A DARK CREATURE OF HIS.....
HE PAID SO WELL, SO THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.....
AND NOW I AM ON HIS BLACKLIST.
WHY AND HOW, I CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT......
DID I GET TRICKED AGAIN.....
IT ALL LOOKED SO GREAT, I TRUSTED THE SURFACE.....
I BOUGHT INTO THIS PLAN OF SIN.
CHORUS:
I'M RESPONSIBLE......
ALL MY FAULT
MY OWN TRAGEDY......
ALL MY FAULT
SELF INSANITY......
ALL MY FAULT
ME...... MY NIGHTMARE.......
ALL MY FAULT
WHAT A MISTAKE ! I'VE BEEN SINSICK
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