I will be adding more to tell this story as time permits, however what is important to know of the entire story is on this picture for all to see.
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"
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Pure ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz
I cannot visit one friend,
cause I am scared of his heroin,
and I cannot visit another,
because he drinks like I use to,
another will not speak to me because I use,
clean and sober over a year stupid fool,
remember when I saved your life ???,
cocaine alcohol binges every night,
you cried how you planned to end it all,
I told your brother, I stood as always tall,
I am happy for you now 15+ years clean,
married, with kids and a career,
yet you just forget about folks like me,
what kind of sponsor have and are you.
a poor guide selfish forever hurts another,
forgotten forever I use to call you brother.
Principles still shared and lived,
I am thankful for this daily gift,
and my back have I turned on another too,
none of us perfect, especially you,
I thought you were a better friend and now finally true,
I wait for our friendship to return,
I await so melancholy, black, and blue.
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong.
It all started with a single beer,
I just never seemed to be able to put down,
I picked myself up so many times,
bloody and beaten from off of the ground,
and most will scoff and just walk away,
this world is full of wicked others that do not pray,
and will leave you to your own devices,
alone to die and never once do they think twice,
about you the predicament or your chosen strife.
I attest to this from a grass line and dirt point of view,
poisoned a sot I chose to be and here I lay,
for the longest time it was a game I would play,
and try to master this chemical that owned me,
so many times I wish they would just stone me,
and forever nights I spent praying at that alter porcelain,
and slept on cold comforting bathroom tile floors over and over again,
three days death life lost alcohol pickled young man a waste,
this all chasing young women, music, and drugs in haste.
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste.
I am so pleased this is a long lost past,
I visit it rarely now as life is now for focus production and laughs,
and family and friends that are safe and I can share,
with others I love and protect and have so much for cared,
and now I have time for all of the wonderful things,
that I gave away in my past for free for a drink tonight with me,
sad I valued life so little and cannot remember the better things,
from those times past so many I shared with so many of you,
and I pray you forgive me when I used a lack of judgement,
as alcohol impairs and we all laugh it off,
this culture we seem to accept and even advertise and maintain.
Today I have no use for alcohol or nicotine,
I like the life and the rest of what the Lord has offered me,
I will care for this temple and build it a better testament to a clean life,
as I should have from the start,and I am glad I have the friends I do today,
that are healing my own faulted broken down heart,
and I want you know you each have healed me of my ways.
The love of friends heals,
the love of friends heals,
the love of friends, heals,
the love of friends heals.
What hurts is the none of you who understand,
what kills is that others can just easily give up on so many like me,
and just so easily forget look the other way and walk away.
Now healed I know who is who,
who to trust, and who is you?,
and you would not believe the things I have seen,
undercover of alcohol and drugs in my life not just dreams,
trust few and maybe that is too many,
this world is wicked, fast, and unfriendly,
watch out for facades too perfect,
and remember there are no free lunches,
there is no promise in the use of illicit drugs,
your friends will die over years in neat little bunches.
The choice is ultimately yours,
but never has a man come back from death and said,
yes, that trail is the way to travel,
and you should definitely go down this way,
down this way, go down this way,
There are so many ways one can go down,
party hard on the way to the lake of fire.
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
Alcohol and drugs if you want to watch,
your life over time hurtfully unravel,
breaking your spiritual knees you fall over bent,
in prayer now in front of the judge and the gavel,
and even if you did not believe before in God,
you start talking to him and promising so much,
mindless meandering muttering useless muck,
we when poisoned promise so much,
with such little substance but act as if we give a fuck,
these lies we have all muttered thinking we could outsmart God,
alcohol and these fine drugs will lie so deep to a sot,
while from the spirit and then inside out we rot,
I would like some more brother man how much you got?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
Such wicked foolish pride and greed peppered in lust,
I was gluttony incarnate and sloth behind wicked fake facades,
in life I was envy that stole others' life with wrath and vengeance,
I once lived addiction and this world was my domain.
However this world is no longer for me.
With breath there is still time to turn back towards home,
and save yourself from this insanity you run towards,
start fresh with a prayer you mean to something not you,
move forward and watch amazed how the body and life is restored.
I am addiction no more,
and now,
I Am Who I Am !
Pure
cause I am scared of his heroin,
and I cannot visit another,
because he drinks like I use to,
another will not speak to me because I use,
clean and sober over a year stupid fool,
remember when I saved your life ???,
cocaine alcohol binges every night,
you cried how you planned to end it all,
I told your brother, I stood as always tall,
I am happy for you now 15+ years clean,
married, with kids and a career,
yet you just forget about folks like me,
what kind of sponsor have and are you.
a poor guide selfish forever hurts another,
forgotten forever I use to call you brother.
Principles still shared and lived,
I am thankful for this daily gift,
and my back have I turned on another too,
none of us perfect, especially you,
I thought you were a better friend and now finally true,
I wait for our friendship to return,
I await so melancholy, black, and blue.
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong.
It all started with a single beer,
I just never seemed to be able to put down,
I picked myself up so many times,
bloody and beaten from off of the ground,
and most will scoff and just walk away,
this world is full of wicked others that do not pray,
and will leave you to your own devices,
alone to die and never once do they think twice,
about you the predicament or your chosen strife.
I attest to this from a grass line and dirt point of view,
poisoned a sot I chose to be and here I lay,
for the longest time it was a game I would play,
and try to master this chemical that owned me,
so many times I wish they would just stone me,
and forever nights I spent praying at that alter porcelain,
and slept on cold comforting bathroom tile floors over and over again,
three days death life lost alcohol pickled young man a waste,
this all chasing young women, music, and drugs in haste.
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste.
I am so pleased this is a long lost past,
I visit it rarely now as life is now for focus production and laughs,
and family and friends that are safe and I can share,
with others I love and protect and have so much for cared,
and now I have time for all of the wonderful things,
that I gave away in my past for free for a drink tonight with me,
sad I valued life so little and cannot remember the better things,
from those times past so many I shared with so many of you,
and I pray you forgive me when I used a lack of judgement,
as alcohol impairs and we all laugh it off,
this culture we seem to accept and even advertise and maintain.
Today I have no use for alcohol or nicotine,
I like the life and the rest of what the Lord has offered me,
I will care for this temple and build it a better testament to a clean life,
as I should have from the start,and I am glad I have the friends I do today,
that are healing my own faulted broken down heart,
and I want you know you each have healed me of my ways.
The love of friends heals,
the love of friends heals,
the love of friends, heals,
the love of friends heals.
What hurts is the none of you who understand,
what kills is that others can just easily give up on so many like me,
and just so easily forget look the other way and walk away.
Now healed I know who is who,
who to trust, and who is you?,
and you would not believe the things I have seen,
undercover of alcohol and drugs in my life not just dreams,
trust few and maybe that is too many,
this world is wicked, fast, and unfriendly,
watch out for facades too perfect,
and remember there are no free lunches,
there is no promise in the use of illicit drugs,
your friends will die over years in neat little bunches.
The choice is ultimately yours,
but never has a man come back from death and said,
yes, that trail is the way to travel,
and you should definitely go down this way,
down this way, go down this way,
There are so many ways one can go down,
party hard on the way to the lake of fire.
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
Alcohol and drugs if you want to watch,
your life over time hurtfully unravel,
breaking your spiritual knees you fall over bent,
in prayer now in front of the judge and the gavel,
and even if you did not believe before in God,
you start talking to him and promising so much,
mindless meandering muttering useless muck,
we when poisoned promise so much,
with such little substance but act as if we give a fuck,
these lies we have all muttered thinking we could outsmart God,
alcohol and these fine drugs will lie so deep to a sot,
while from the spirit and then inside out we rot,
I would like some more brother man how much you got?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
Such wicked foolish pride and greed peppered in lust,
I was gluttony incarnate and sloth behind wicked fake facades,
in life I was envy that stole others' life with wrath and vengeance,
I once lived addiction and this world was my domain.
However this world is no longer for me.
With breath there is still time to turn back towards home,
and save yourself from this insanity you run towards,
start fresh with a prayer you mean to something not you,
move forward and watch amazed how the body and life is restored.
I am addiction no more,
and now,
I Am Who I Am !
Pure
Saturday, December 5, 2015
No Delineation ~ A Short Story ~ MobiusTripz
There is no longer any delineation line and the battle field, just like the enemy that surrounds, now lays completely circumscribing all around.
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
A Will You Sell Your Soul O ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz
At
the crossroads baby...
here I finally really am...
and fuck yeah they are for real.
Will you sell your soul ?... tell me baby... will you sell your soul?
The devil needs an answer and awaits my return in hell.
So what now do you saith?
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
It sure is a lot of fun going on may way back on down...so what's that answer baby?...will you sell your soul baby? will you sell your soul?
I really need that answer because the Devil has to know, I said he has to know.
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
I will show you fame and fortune, just take my hands let's go... the Devil needs answer fast, so... Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
I kind of like my job you know and I thought so many other ways I would roll,
and once I was confronted with this question that asked, ... Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
... and now I am a reaper who makes trouble on his way,
its a deal I made with the devil which started yesterday,
so,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
...and I thought I had eternity but now it owns me so,
sometimes you would like to rest with peace and knowledge that you never sold your soul.
So,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
The Devil he is awaiting but first sniff this and smile for a picture over there,
and on your way play this guitar and let me know an answer quick because the Devil wants to know...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
You think you can outsmart him but dark is always there well before the light,
as He sets the stage for agony and all this fucking hate,
and the stages of pain and hate fiery whitish red hot red irate,
you wonder just what your beckoned fate,
a red glows all around your aura permanent real now state.
I really need an answer fast so hurry and finish this song,
and so smooth now whoops look silly me I slit your throat,
I love my new job and the way you blood red gurgled.
when you hit that perfect singing high impeccable unsuspecting note.
You sang so much like your life depended upon it,
and it most certainly did,
and now your answer you waited to long to offer me to deliver to him,
while in the meantime your soul I had to now permanently rid.
So,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul? tonight...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
It's too late for you now the clock it always ticks for me,
I collect souls and yours I took you gave it for so easy and so free.
So idiotic and confident,
that ego that you carried,
tomorrow friends stand all around,
while your body does get buried.
Its all over now the ride could have lasted,
but you chose the shorter version instead,
all you had to do was stop listening,
to the crazy voices in your head asking,
...
Will you sell your soul? tonight...
Will you sell your soul?
??? ???
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
??? ??? ???
Adios,
Amig ~
O
the crossroads baby...
here I finally really am...
and fuck yeah they are for real.
Will you sell your soul ?... tell me baby... will you sell your soul?
The devil needs an answer and awaits my return in hell.
So what now do you saith?
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
It sure is a lot of fun going on may way back on down...so what's that answer baby?...will you sell your soul baby? will you sell your soul?
I really need that answer because the Devil has to know, I said he has to know.
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
I will show you fame and fortune, just take my hands let's go... the Devil needs answer fast, so... Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
I kind of like my job you know and I thought so many other ways I would roll,
and once I was confronted with this question that asked, ... Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
... and now I am a reaper who makes trouble on his way,
its a deal I made with the devil which started yesterday,
so,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
...and I thought I had eternity but now it owns me so,
sometimes you would like to rest with peace and knowledge that you never sold your soul.
So,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
The Devil he is awaiting but first sniff this and smile for a picture over there,
and on your way play this guitar and let me know an answer quick because the Devil wants to know...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
You think you can outsmart him but dark is always there well before the light,
as He sets the stage for agony and all this fucking hate,
and the stages of pain and hate fiery whitish red hot red irate,
you wonder just what your beckoned fate,
a red glows all around your aura permanent real now state.
I really need an answer fast so hurry and finish this song,
and so smooth now whoops look silly me I slit your throat,
I love my new job and the way you blood red gurgled.
when you hit that perfect singing high impeccable unsuspecting note.
You sang so much like your life depended upon it,
and it most certainly did,
and now your answer you waited to long to offer me to deliver to him,
while in the meantime your soul I had to now permanently rid.
So,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul? tonight...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
It's too late for you now the clock it always ticks for me,
I collect souls and yours I took you gave it for so easy and so free.
So idiotic and confident,
that ego that you carried,
tomorrow friends stand all around,
while your body does get buried.
Its all over now the ride could have lasted,
but you chose the shorter version instead,
all you had to do was stop listening,
to the crazy voices in your head asking,
...
Will you sell your soul? tonight...
Will you sell your soul?
??? ???
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
??? ??? ???
Adios,
Amig ~
O
~ another ~
CreepTember Presents
short story
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Sweet Guitar ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ Mobiustripz
Sweet guitar how I love you so,
when I can express my soul,
and sweet guitar sometimes your a struggle,
we dance both to and fro.
Sweet guitar you have been my friend so long,
as integral to me as my bones,
sweet guitar sometimes when we play,
I feel like its you I have never known.
Sweet guitar thanks for your love,
thanks for resonating my passionate soul felt sounds,
sweet guitar sometimes I fail you in music,
and sounding no good I should be thrown to the hounds.
Sweet guitar I dream of those synchronous times,
when you are an extension of my heart body soul and mind,
sweet guitar I will always play you with desire,
as we struggle together until the end of time.
when I can express my soul,
and sweet guitar sometimes your a struggle,
we dance both to and fro.
Sweet guitar you have been my friend so long,
as integral to me as my bones,
sweet guitar sometimes when we play,
I feel like its you I have never known.
Sweet guitar thanks for your love,
thanks for resonating my passionate soul felt sounds,
sweet guitar sometimes I fail you in music,
and sounding no good I should be thrown to the hounds.
Sweet guitar I dream of those synchronous times,
when you are an extension of my heart body soul and mind,
sweet guitar I will always play you with desire,
as we struggle together until the end of time.
Cycles ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz
Cycles... cycles...cycles...
I am tired of weeping and ready for sleeping when the time so surely does appear,
times have been tough I need all of your all's love,
and so close I need you each near.
I keep on trying to push away that help so offered,
so I can be miserable and all alone,
it seems this disease of death is contagious and alone I should keep it,
until in time I turn to stone.
Then ashes to ashes or dust to dust we return and cycle back through,
no matter what any of this means in the final product,
I have best shared my love completely with each and all of you.
Today so thankful for love in my life,
and healing as you each help me to further refine what it is that exactly is me,
you lift this old spirit and breathe life deep back within it,
it is this spirit within thankful to you each that finally I may from myself now be.
Set free, set free...
Dear Lord keep me out of my own way may I now thrive as I pray...
again and at last set free...
let me now at peace and in this vessel remain a worker of good and performing your deeds...
from myself at last set free...
set free...
set free.
The ego passes and falls away from this vessel,
now finally perfect a craft,
set free.
I am tired of weeping and ready for sleeping when the time so surely does appear,
times have been tough I need all of your all's love,
and so close I need you each near.
I keep on trying to push away that help so offered,
so I can be miserable and all alone,
it seems this disease of death is contagious and alone I should keep it,
until in time I turn to stone.
Then ashes to ashes or dust to dust we return and cycle back through,
no matter what any of this means in the final product,
I have best shared my love completely with each and all of you.
Today so thankful for love in my life,
and healing as you each help me to further refine what it is that exactly is me,
you lift this old spirit and breathe life deep back within it,
it is this spirit within thankful to you each that finally I may from myself now be.
Set free, set free...
Dear Lord keep me out of my own way may I now thrive as I pray...
again and at last set free...
let me now at peace and in this vessel remain a worker of good and performing your deeds...
from myself at last set free...
set free...
set free.
The ego passes and falls away from this vessel,
now finally perfect a craft,
set free.
Friday, November 27, 2015
Joseph "Joe" Caputo White House Fence Jumper Captain Caputo
I created a fictional character named Captain Caputo. Does he now live ? Is it possible??? Did I create Captain Caputo ~ now the notorious White House fence jumper ??? !!! ??? !!! ???
From a poem I authored years earlier, a comic book lover comes to life as " Captain Caputo " and jumps a fence at the White House to deliver some sort of a message... stay tuned and perhaps we will now what his message was as delivered.
Well, on Thanksgiving a reported comic book lover by the name of Joseph Caputo jumped a fence at the White House. Unfortunately, this type of act has become all too common in the news, at least as far as White House and an incident happening there being reported in the media.
So... look at this guys picture that day ! Look how he is dressed. All in red, white, and blue and loves comic books. So keep that in mind a second. No other news sources have even remarked on his clothing at all as I have read or seen during my research or watching of the news as I do daily.
http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/white-house-fence-jumper-arrested-obamas-celebrate-thanksgiving/story?id=35434963
Maybe this is a hell of a stretch but I am a writer / poet / artist etc., and not very long ago I wrote a very well read poem which I will include below. I published it in July of 2013 and made a reference to " Captain Caputo ", a fictional character who took up a line in a stanza (which became the chorus for song lyric, as I write and record music as MobiusTripz which is also very well known internationally) of a poem describing frustration with a country falling apart, lots of plays on words, a little gun slinging and controversy, referencing the the mob as the government (in general for the poetic artistic license), and just flat out common "shitery" taking place today all described with poetic license.
So who knows what his "manifesto" states that he threw (in the form of a notebook) after he jumped over the fence ( the "news" keeps referring to as a fucking wall !!! ), raised his arms after the throw, and then celebrated his pure and utter stupidity while on lookers watched shocked, took pictures and video, all while the Secret Service started their maneuvers towards him, which he made simple by immediately laying down after about one minute.
So again, all in red white and blue clothing, draped in an American flag cape, and star spangled shoes, he felt compelled to perform this idiotic feat and deliver his message. He loved comic books, as reported, must have obviously read my poem one day and then started dreaming like I do at times, and decided to make my character I wrote of come to life... my guess is some marijuana is involved too, but it is purely a hunch.
Well, he is certainly an idiot and he is certainly a comic book character come to life as Captain Caputo (my character),... but I designed this character and his actions are my poem incarnate !!!
I have actually been discussing ideas for a character and an animated movie or comic strip with another artist friend of mine. Perhaps we now have an answer and we shall just stick to my character as I have already designed him.
Well, ok...see the imagination at work, and Lord knows he gave me a great one, but really... could it be possible?
Think about it !!!
Here is my poem... July 14, 2013 ~ you can see the date at my link
http://mountainmaryland.blogspot.com/2013/07/tears-runneth-over-hit-high-road-lyric.html
From a poem I authored years earlier, a comic book lover comes to life as " Captain Caputo " and jumps a fence at the White House to deliver some sort of a message... stay tuned and perhaps we will now what his message was as delivered.
Well, on Thanksgiving a reported comic book lover by the name of Joseph Caputo jumped a fence at the White House. Unfortunately, this type of act has become all too common in the news, at least as far as White House and an incident happening there being reported in the media.
So... look at this guys picture that day ! Look how he is dressed. All in red, white, and blue and loves comic books. So keep that in mind a second. No other news sources have even remarked on his clothing at all as I have read or seen during my research or watching of the news as I do daily.
ENTER
CAPTAIN CAPUTO
(all pictures credited in picture, Vanessa Pena, and taken from sited article at this link unless otherwise specified)
http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/white-house-fence-jumper-arrested-obamas-celebrate-thanksgiving/story?id=35434963
Maybe this is a hell of a stretch but I am a writer / poet / artist etc., and not very long ago I wrote a very well read poem which I will include below. I published it in July of 2013 and made a reference to " Captain Caputo ", a fictional character who took up a line in a stanza (which became the chorus for song lyric, as I write and record music as MobiusTripz which is also very well known internationally) of a poem describing frustration with a country falling apart, lots of plays on words, a little gun slinging and controversy, referencing the the mob as the government (in general for the poetic artistic license), and just flat out common "shitery" taking place today all described with poetic license.
So who knows what his "manifesto" states that he threw (in the form of a notebook) after he jumped over the fence ( the "news" keeps referring to as a fucking wall !!! ), raised his arms after the throw, and then celebrated his pure and utter stupidity while on lookers watched shocked, took pictures and video, all while the Secret Service started their maneuvers towards him, which he made simple by immediately laying down after about one minute.
So again, all in red white and blue clothing, draped in an American flag cape, and star spangled shoes, he felt compelled to perform this idiotic feat and deliver his message. He loved comic books, as reported, must have obviously read my poem one day and then started dreaming like I do at times, and decided to make my character I wrote of come to life... my guess is some marijuana is involved too, but it is purely a hunch.
Well, he is certainly an idiot and he is certainly a comic book character come to life as Captain Caputo (my character),... but I designed this character and his actions are my poem incarnate !!!
I have actually been discussing ideas for a character and an animated movie or comic strip with another artist friend of mine. Perhaps we now have an answer and we shall just stick to my character as I have already designed him.
Well, ok...see the imagination at work, and Lord knows he gave me a great one, but really... could it be possible?
Think about it !!!
Here is my poem... July 14, 2013 ~ you can see the date at my link
http://mountainmaryland.blogspot.com/2013/07/tears-runneth-over-hit-high-road-lyric.html
Tears Runneth Over Hit the High Road
~ Lyric / Poetry ~
MobiusTripz
Never ceasing
And never easing
Charades displeasing
Sinister fleecing
Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo
Nerves on fire
Eyes welling up
Tears runneth over
Life so corrupt
Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo
Never ceasing
And never easing
Charades displeasing
Sinister fleecing
Nerves on fire
Eyes welling up
Tears runneth over
Life so corrupt
Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo
Lock and load
Its time to roll
Go with the flow
Go with the flow
Nerves on fire
Eyes welling up
Tears runneth over
Life so corrupt
Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo
Lock and load
Its time to roll
Go with the flow
Hit the high road
Hit the high road
Hit the high road
Its time to roll
Lock and load
Lock and load
Lock and load
And never easing
Charades displeasing
Sinister fleecing
Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo
Nerves on fire
Eyes welling up
Tears runneth over
Life so corrupt
Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo
Never ceasing
And never easing
Charades displeasing
Sinister fleecing
Nerves on fire
Eyes welling up
Tears runneth over
Life so corrupt
Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo
Lock and load
Its time to roll
Go with the flow
Go with the flow
Nerves on fire
Eyes welling up
Tears runneth over
Life so corrupt
Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo
Lock and load
Its time to roll
Go with the flow
Hit the high road
Hit the high road
Hit the high road
Its time to roll
Lock and load
Lock and load
Lock and load
Here are some other pictures...
CAPTAIN CAPUTO BEFORE THE EVENT
Monday, November 23, 2015
Come Springtime
Come springtime it will have been two years past and yet I still feel as though my breath escapes me from the hurt and pain. The now forever absent and forever void space often seemingly growing only lager when I am looking only for healing and even finding it often and with ease... this pain is massive and consuming. but yeah... I am all good man...it's fucking o.k.,... I will get over it like I always do... Well, there is no getting over this... it's growing spiritually larger then this and that is the only way to cope with loss, and so I relinquish my tight grip I do hold on youth and take another large step towards the graying of the forties.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Saturday, November 21, 2015
The Edge of Crazy - Lyric/Poetry - MobiusTripz
Time to get my thing on,
Gotta get my game on,
Distinguished clothes my name on,
Away I separate,
Always again it's game on.
Wavy up and down vapor hazy,
got my groove on feeling purple crazy,
chill super duperblastic lazy,
so good on the edge of nuttin' crazy.
got my groove on feeling purple crazy,
chill super duperblastic lazy,
so good on the edge of nuttin' crazy.
Toes curling up,
About to bust my nut,
I'm getting crazy all caught up,
I think I'm falling into your love.
Gotta get my thing on,
Time to get my game on,
Rich with clothes my name on,
Away I separate,
Always again it's game on.
Wavy up and down vapor hazy,
got my groove on ice creamy gravy,
chill super duperblastic elastic tastic lazy,
so good on the edge of bustin' crazy.
got my groove on ice creamy gravy,
chill super duperblastic elastic tastic lazy,
so good on the edge of bustin' crazy.
Toes curling up,
bout' to bust my nut,
I'm getting crazy all caught up,
I'm falling deeoer into your love.
Wavy up and down vapor hazy,
got my groove on and feeling,
chill super duper fantastic,
got my groove on and feeling,
chill super duper fantastic,
purple pink blastic super chill lazy,
so good and barely hanging right on,
so good and barely hanging right on,
the edge of fucked up going crazy.
Notes:
Rap beat dance cut vibes bad ass chorus that cuts into your head hard !!!
Originally written earlier (months before or maybe yesterday...lol) this is the latest draft.
Monday, November 16, 2015
ONE FOREVER UNITED ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz ~ FRANCE and The United States of America
ONE
FOREVER UNITED
Balance and Power & Power and Balance
RED WHITE and BLUE and BLUE WHITE and RED
Power and Balance & Balance and Power
Power and Balance & Balance and Power
UNITED FOREVER
ONE
Sunday, November 15, 2015
MobiusTripz presents SoulMobile "Play by Play"
SoulMobile
as Lost SoulMobile
...find us here friends...
listen to singles here for free 24/7
Listen to our recent show right now here !!!
VIDEO FOR SONG
"Place by Place"
"Place by Place"
This is a pictorial display below by MobiusTripz as relating to our appearance at the Embassy Theatre on
November ~ FRIDAY the 13th ~ 2015
A NIGHT OF BAD LUCK ROCK AND ROLL
...WHAT FOLLOWS IS ALSO A SMALL BOOKLET WITH A STORY INSIDE...AND IF THE PICTORIAL ART EVER GETS OUT OF ORDER, LIKE WORDS CAN, OR MEMORIES, OR EDUCATION, all sometimes just a result of the passage of time, ...COULD YOU PUT THE PICTORIAL STORY FROM THE VIDEO (featured below) BACK IN ORDER ? DOES IT MATTER?
CAN YOU SOLVE IT ???
~ all art by MobiusTripz with inspiration from SoulMobile ~
Here is SoulMobile 's video
for
"Place by Place"
for
"Place by Place"
and the above video features the pictures below...
EXTRA SHOTS
SHOTS OF THE SET LIST
Set List FRONT SIDE
SET LIST SIDE B
Wordwaves, Yeah, Find Your Wordwaves ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz
Music makes soundwaves,
and words make wordwaves,
you can turn these degrees 90,
and see my words like waves.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
Look for a balance,
and ebb and a flow,
watch over your brother and your sister,
where ever you go,
not always too fast,
and not always to slow,
take it all in appreciate it so,
contribute don't take,
always share not hoard as you go.
look for different culture,
to learn and respect,
appreciate the colors of life,
and the sun's light of experience,
sometimes intense,
sometimes real direct,
absorbed and reflected,
refracted and such,
enjoy the energy and all manifested,
soon one day all just dust.
enjoy the ride in the meanitime,
make it slow and make it last,
be better and better to your body,
treat it like a sports car always long desired,
do this now and often whatever you can,
enough until a touch tired,
building that energy in fitness,
a more efficient machine,
typically manifests a much more elegant,
ans in the future in short order,
in their great health,
kind of destiny.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
finding these balances we know as words,
finding these balances we know as words,
spoken or written read with the eyes,
not matter age we always learn
and do not judge, brother,
do not judge,
another brother and another sister
walk in their on set of shoes respected,
share what you have and be family
and leave no others out
let others know you have their back,
and when you can give them a shout
of peace
and of love,
and time soon to plan and share
as you do with friends
and keep those dates
and enjoy life together
flying along through the fabric of spacetime
its really a beautiful thing
and I find this balance in words.
yes in words,
I find this balance in words.
Look for a balance,
and ebb and a flow,
watch over your brother and your sister,
where ever you go,
not always too fast,
and not always to slow,
take it all in appreciate it so,
contribute don't take,
always share not hoard as you go.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
I hope you have enjoyed the ride,
now turn it 90 and into sound waves and listen,
yeah electronics in high defintion,
be mindful and pay attention.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
.
and words make wordwaves,
you can turn these degrees 90,
and see my words like waves.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
Look for a balance,
and ebb and a flow,
watch over your brother and your sister,
where ever you go,
not always too fast,
and not always to slow,
take it all in appreciate it so,
contribute don't take,
always share not hoard as you go.
look for different culture,
to learn and respect,
appreciate the colors of life,
and the sun's light of experience,
sometimes intense,
sometimes real direct,
absorbed and reflected,
refracted and such,
enjoy the energy and all manifested,
soon one day all just dust.
enjoy the ride in the meanitime,
make it slow and make it last,
be better and better to your body,
treat it like a sports car always long desired,
do this now and often whatever you can,
enough until a touch tired,
building that energy in fitness,
a more efficient machine,
typically manifests a much more elegant,
ans in the future in short order,
in their great health,
kind of destiny.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
finding these balances we know as words,
finding these balances we know as words,
spoken or written read with the eyes,
not matter age we always learn
and do not judge, brother,
do not judge,
another brother and another sister
walk in their on set of shoes respected,
share what you have and be family
and leave no others out
let others know you have their back,
and when you can give them a shout
of peace
and of love,
and time soon to plan and share
as you do with friends
and keep those dates
and enjoy life together
flying along through the fabric of spacetime
its really a beautiful thing
and I find this balance in words.
yes in words,
I find this balance in words.
Look for a balance,
and ebb and a flow,
watch over your brother and your sister,
where ever you go,
not always too fast,
and not always to slow,
take it all in appreciate it so,
contribute don't take,
always share not hoard as you go.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
I hope you have enjoyed the ride,
now turn it 90 and into sound waves and listen,
yeah electronics in high defintion,
be mindful and pay attention.
word waves,
yeah, wordwaves,
you all should read,
find your wordwaves.
.
I Am Wind In Flight Manifested ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz
wind is energy unspent
uncontained
free of the physical limitations of being within
I am wind
I am science
I am art
I believe
I think
I trust intuition
I study
I dream
I use vision
I project
I see my reality in short order
manifest
find the energy
tap in
taking in only required amounts
and gently grab hold and fuel thy self
may the voyage be long
and joyous
love
family
friends
may the wind fill your sails so full
you too take flight
in life almost weightless
and always
in glee
uncontained
free of the physical limitations of being within
I am wind
I am science
I am art
I believe
I think
I trust intuition
I study
I dream
I use vision
I project
I see my reality in short order
manifest
find the energy
tap in
taking in only required amounts
and gently grab hold and fuel thy self
may the voyage be long
and joyous
love
family
friends
may the wind fill your sails so full
you too take flight
in life almost weightless
and always
in glee
Thursday, November 12, 2015
The Aliens Are The Chemicals ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz
One day we will all pass away no matter how you may like that sound,
and the photos of all the famous people will just be laying around,
tossed and pitched like they have no value and now laying on the ground,
the paradigm in life hath shifted again and new wealth casts out old now found.
Statues more permanent may last if the figure was deemed worthy for generations,
and stood for something well beyond thy self now withered and well past emaciations,
drying out in death itself past the acrid smell and in an acceptance known by nations,
calling all guards, there is an assault on us all, you better man your fucking stations.
The aliens are chemicals, all synthetic, not natural but made in the lab,
the science we all eat every day and take for cures we found by testing on rats,
or sometime maybe other animals depending on what we were doing and what they had,
lives many there for a few now here is that really all that fucking bad?
And in the "Crystal Skulls" will be the answers all told,
from the past in space time but on a similar and parallel universal fold,
the skulls have the answers and The Answer speaks bold,
its time to change fast and efficient, you better start quick, it's time to fucking roll !!!
The aliens are chemicals, all synthetic, not natural but made in the lab,
the science we all eat every day and take for cures we found by testing on rats,
or sometime maybe other animals depending on what we were doing and what they had,
lives many there for a few now here is that really all that fucking bad?
Who will be on the coins face side in your future outstretched hand?,
...and for that flip side what is it that you say for you shall stand?,
So, protect your home and your freedom and keep sacred this here our land,
or become polluted with the chemicals and then run from us as you transition as fast as you can.
...and so now you become the alien that you had always wondered so long about,
sometimes when it seems like others are light years ahead that is because they are no doubt,
its hard to take not an answer of longevity or youth or energy in sin no one listens as I shout,
I feel so lost and all alone, Michael is that you, Michael Ruppert ???, for I have recently lost my Scout.
The aliens are chemicals, all synthetic, not natural but made in the lab,
the science we all eat every day and take for cures we found by testing on rats,
or sometime maybe other animals depending on what we were doing and what they had,
lives many there for a few now here is that really all that fucking bad?
The aliens are chemicals, all synthetic, not natural but made in the lab,
the science we all eat every day and take for cures we found by testing on rats,
or sometime maybe other animals depending on what we were doing and what they had,
lives many there for a few now here is that really all that fucking bad?
The Aliens Are The Chemicals
The Chemicals Are The Aliens,
Once perfect and uncontaminated,
the ark was finally now afloat.
and still floating,
and floating,
and floating,
and floating...
and teeming with life.
That was us back there !
and the photos of all the famous people will just be laying around,
tossed and pitched like they have no value and now laying on the ground,
the paradigm in life hath shifted again and new wealth casts out old now found.
Statues more permanent may last if the figure was deemed worthy for generations,
and stood for something well beyond thy self now withered and well past emaciations,
drying out in death itself past the acrid smell and in an acceptance known by nations,
calling all guards, there is an assault on us all, you better man your fucking stations.
The aliens are chemicals, all synthetic, not natural but made in the lab,
the science we all eat every day and take for cures we found by testing on rats,
or sometime maybe other animals depending on what we were doing and what they had,
lives many there for a few now here is that really all that fucking bad?
And in the "Crystal Skulls" will be the answers all told,
from the past in space time but on a similar and parallel universal fold,
the skulls have the answers and The Answer speaks bold,
its time to change fast and efficient, you better start quick, it's time to fucking roll !!!
The aliens are chemicals, all synthetic, not natural but made in the lab,
the science we all eat every day and take for cures we found by testing on rats,
or sometime maybe other animals depending on what we were doing and what they had,
lives many there for a few now here is that really all that fucking bad?
Who will be on the coins face side in your future outstretched hand?,
...and for that flip side what is it that you say for you shall stand?,
So, protect your home and your freedom and keep sacred this here our land,
or become polluted with the chemicals and then run from us as you transition as fast as you can.
...and so now you become the alien that you had always wondered so long about,
sometimes when it seems like others are light years ahead that is because they are no doubt,
its hard to take not an answer of longevity or youth or energy in sin no one listens as I shout,
I feel so lost and all alone, Michael is that you, Michael Ruppert ???, for I have recently lost my Scout.
The aliens are chemicals, all synthetic, not natural but made in the lab,
the science we all eat every day and take for cures we found by testing on rats,
or sometime maybe other animals depending on what we were doing and what they had,
lives many there for a few now here is that really all that fucking bad?
The aliens are chemicals, all synthetic, not natural but made in the lab,
the science we all eat every day and take for cures we found by testing on rats,
or sometime maybe other animals depending on what we were doing and what they had,
lives many there for a few now here is that really all that fucking bad?
The Aliens Are The Chemicals
The Chemicals Are The Aliens,
Once perfect and uncontaminated,
the ark was finally now afloat.
and still floating,
and floating,
and floating,
and floating...
and teeming with life.
That was us back there !
The light of the sun and The Light of The Son ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz
I use to think I liked to write a lot on weed,
but these days I like to ponder each my little treats,
try to eat a little better and lay off the tempting sweets,
daydream more and think of that future I am making and what will be.
Sometimes I like to write about all kinds of stuff on weed,
but it depends on the weed and the topic and the weed itself indeed,
sometimes it gets me so high and forgetful and dizzy like I am in a tree,
other times dick in the dirt broke down and beat depressed with the blues is me.
The light of the sun,
The Light of The Son,
Once it's all illuminated knowledge explodes,
when I know the universe hand and hand with the sun.
Weed is some funny shit and who knows what you git,
species of buds all heaven sent silly quick comical quips,
roll out my mind and off my tongue and quickly make laughing hits,
it just depends on the DNA and how so well equipped.
The light of the sun,
The Light of The Son,
Once it's all illuminated knowledge explodes,
when I know the universe hand and hand with the sun.
So writing vs. thinking about what will be and what will become,
I get to determine that future and a break soon because work is fun,
Been a while since I have written in depth and I have missed writing a ton,
I like to find those points in life where I feel like I am shining in the light of the sun.
The light of the sun,
The Light of The Son,
Once it's all illuminated knowledge explodes,
when I know the universe hand and hand with the sun.
The light of the sun,
The Light of The Son,
Once it's all illuminated knowledge explodes,
when I know the universe hand and hand with the sun.
Space Dog, calling Space Dog... blast off, it's party time.
but these days I like to ponder each my little treats,
try to eat a little better and lay off the tempting sweets,
daydream more and think of that future I am making and what will be.
Sometimes I like to write about all kinds of stuff on weed,
but it depends on the weed and the topic and the weed itself indeed,
sometimes it gets me so high and forgetful and dizzy like I am in a tree,
other times dick in the dirt broke down and beat depressed with the blues is me.
The light of the sun,
The Light of The Son,
Once it's all illuminated knowledge explodes,
when I know the universe hand and hand with the sun.
Weed is some funny shit and who knows what you git,
species of buds all heaven sent silly quick comical quips,
roll out my mind and off my tongue and quickly make laughing hits,
it just depends on the DNA and how so well equipped.
The light of the sun,
The Light of The Son,
Once it's all illuminated knowledge explodes,
when I know the universe hand and hand with the sun.
So writing vs. thinking about what will be and what will become,
I get to determine that future and a break soon because work is fun,
Been a while since I have written in depth and I have missed writing a ton,
I like to find those points in life where I feel like I am shining in the light of the sun.
The light of the sun,
The Light of The Son,
Once it's all illuminated knowledge explodes,
when I know the universe hand and hand with the sun.
The light of the sun,
The Light of The Son,
Once it's all illuminated knowledge explodes,
when I know the universe hand and hand with the sun.
Space Dog, calling Space Dog... blast off, it's party time.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
ARTMOR PLASTICS FIRE ~ BREAKING NEWS ~ CUMBERLAND, MARYLAND
Apparently as I type this today on this update on Veteran's Day November 11, 2015 at 2:57 p.m., confirmed by a 911 (police dispatch) call I made to report the visible smoke on Will's Mountain !!! (November 11, 2015)
3:30 p.m. from our Mayor directly, 14 engines are on site !!!
APPARENTLY ARTMOR PLASTICS ON WILL'S MOUNTAIN IN THE NARROWS IS ON FIRE !!!
UPDATES TO COME AS I SEE / FIND THEM ON FACEBOOK
I called the local police and then I called the EPA, and also told a county commisioner as well as out Mayor. From what I understand the Plastics company is on Allegany County property but with a city access road only.
FOR A MUCH LONGER HISTORY ON ARTMOR PLASTICS PLEASE CLICK ON THIS LINK, AS I JUST HIGHLIGHTED IT AND ITS RECENT DEMISE ON MY BLOG
http://mountainmaryland.blogspot.com/2015/07/cumberland-maryland-failure-in-current.html
3:30 p.m. from our Mayor directly, 14 engines are on site !!!
APPARENTLY ARTMOR PLASTICS ON WILL'S MOUNTAIN IN THE NARROWS IS ON FIRE !!!
UPDATES TO COME AS I SEE / FIND THEM ON FACEBOOK
I called the local police and then I called the EPA, and also told a county commisioner as well as out Mayor. From what I understand the Plastics company is on Allegany County property but with a city access road only.
FOR A MUCH LONGER HISTORY ON ARTMOR PLASTICS PLEASE CLICK ON THIS LINK, AS I JUST HIGHLIGHTED IT AND ITS RECENT DEMISE ON MY BLOG
http://mountainmaryland.blogspot.com/2015/07/cumberland-maryland-failure-in-current.html
Monday, November 9, 2015
All of Us Folks ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz
Another toke of marijuana,
and I will have a fucking heart attack,
another snort of whiskey and coke,
and I will have a fucking heart attack.
Another dumb ass dime store bloke,
I will have a fucking heart attack,
Another begging broke ass joke,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another societal attempt upon us all,
I will have myself a heart attack,
the butt, the joke, all of us folks,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another Percocet times twelve,
I will have myself a heart attack,
another sniff of your fine ass tail,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another bitch up'n here' wit'h an attitu'de,
I will have myself a heart attack,
Another homeless family starving for real,
I will have myself a heart attack,
Another societal attempt upon us all,
I will have myself a heart attack,
the butt, the joke, all of us folks,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another Playboy Bunny Blonde,
I will have a fucking heart attack,
gold and tight and cash and drugs out of site,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Pimped out bitches by a corporate machine,
I will have myself a heart attack,
they wear you out and always get your green,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another societal attempt upon us all,
I will have myself a heart attack,
the butt, the joke, all of us folks,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another societal attempt upon us all,
I will have myself a heart attack,
the butt, the joke, all of us folks,
I will have myself a heart attack.
and I will have a fucking heart attack,
another snort of whiskey and coke,
and I will have a fucking heart attack.
Another dumb ass dime store bloke,
I will have a fucking heart attack,
Another begging broke ass joke,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another societal attempt upon us all,
I will have myself a heart attack,
the butt, the joke, all of us folks,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another Percocet times twelve,
I will have myself a heart attack,
another sniff of your fine ass tail,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another bitch up'n here' wit'h an attitu'de,
I will have myself a heart attack,
Another homeless family starving for real,
I will have myself a heart attack,
Another societal attempt upon us all,
I will have myself a heart attack,
the butt, the joke, all of us folks,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another Playboy Bunny Blonde,
I will have a fucking heart attack,
gold and tight and cash and drugs out of site,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Pimped out bitches by a corporate machine,
I will have myself a heart attack,
they wear you out and always get your green,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another societal attempt upon us all,
I will have myself a heart attack,
the butt, the joke, all of us folks,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Another societal attempt upon us all,
I will have myself a heart attack,
the butt, the joke, all of us folks,
I will have myself a heart attack.
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
HAPPY 25th ANNIVERSARY Michael Lindsey
HAPPY 25th ANNIVERSARY !!! Michael Lindsey (originally tagged on facebook)
Can my friend get a MILLION Happy Anniversary likes/shares? I sure hope so because he deserves it.
This man is a friend and a man who has served his country 20 years and is a great example of a loving and principled life we should all exercise in freedom as we see fit... but always on a foundation of LOVE !!!
This man has been an example to me personally just by his positive thoughts he shares and actions I see. I am proud to say he is my personal friend of over 30 years now.
He transforms his time into goodness all around him for others to do well and certainly in a way I see better then most others I have ever known at 47 years old... he is a tried and tested leader of spirits and a motivator.
Thanks for a long lasting friendship and I hope to see you one day in the future near my friend.
Please wish this man a HAPPY 25th ANNIVERSARY !!!
Posted by Michael Lindsey on Wednesday, November 4, 2015
This should go viral !
HAPPY 25th ANNIVERSARY !!! Michael Lindsey (originally tagged on facebook)
Can my friend get a MILLION Happy Anniversary likes/shares? I sure hope so because he deserves it.
This man is a friend and a man who has served his country 20 years and is a great example of a loving and principled life we should all exercise in freedom as we see fit... but always on a foundation of LOVE !!!
This man has been an example to me personally just by his positive thoughts he shares and actions I see. I am proud to say he is my personal friend of over 30 years now.
He transforms his time into goodness all around him for others to do well and certainly in a way I see better then most others I have ever known at 47 years old... he is a tried and tested leader of spirits and a motivator.
Thanks for a long lasting friendship and I hope to see you one day in the future near my friend.
Please wish this man a HAPPY 25th ANNIVERSARY !!!
Monday, November 2, 2015
And Next After Hunter S. Thompson
A One Act Play...
This was going to be a facebook post, but I am sick of people being worried about me when I am perfectly fucking happy and love life and like to write and cannot sleep because I am so wound up and feeling this adjustment period in many respects in life... life is an interesting challenge today and I cannot wait to start recording new material when I finish my new chill studio where I will create my art... so this stuff flowed forth from a corner of darkness in a mind full of light currently...no worried bromigos...and so you shall read...
Hunter S. Thompson died, and that is where my life started... I get to report on the hells he could not share in my own personal way as a twisted Poe like tribute in a Stephen King kind of way as it is here portrayed... so exercise your eyes and read within here no lies... or not?
Life is wonderful knowing that I have each of you just an instant message away in real time. That technology can save lives today ! Stay in touch with one another, help another with an ear to lend or be the one with one to bend... this is an exciting time in my life and equally very tough on an inner personal level and I just need some really positive thoughts and vibes coming my way and I know others all around us feel the same everyday because I see it or hear about it more and more. Sure maybe it is my getting ripe old age of 47...but the suffering median's age seems to not discriminate from what I see... it is an equally opportunity target master. Is it me or are things in life just getting tougher and tougher. Perhaps I am mentally mired in severe pain from my spinal deterioration and fucking gout and the fact of non-stop death and suffering of too many around me... but am I right or just mental? Personally, medications help pain but are tough to adjust too (yeah, me) mentally as I feel twisted up looking for a calm when I feel tight and intense and I have been an arse, forgive me..., so moving forward... share with loved ones close by any real life struggles you may want to keep private but in the collective family eye... reach out to a few others today and just share a message of love that will spread like a wave and meet others just when it is needed. Always sending forward my love ahead of me, Steve p.s. ...life exists not without each of you, stay well friends. Life is the most incredible journey so let's keep each others dreams alive !!!
God damn it ms. morphine, god damn it... you stimulate me like love and youth and I cannot forget you for a second dear.
But yeah, no, it's all good...I am fine... just trippin'... we all kick off one day... make the party last long and treat one another well leading a principled life offering to others and taking less for thyself while adrift.
Barry White a came a visitin', he filled my lungs with a compound, then I was all visual and romantic, but twisted on a pain killin' narcotic,... ms. morphine.
I live so that someone can report past the insanity that Hunter S. Thompson could not live through... I live for that spirit of pure freedom and utter insanity genius.
Damn it man I feel like I have the libido of an 18 year old and the stamina of someone in their 20's... quitting smoking has been an incredible journey of freedom from the insanity of thyself... I am free today from both alcohol and nicotine and I do dabble in chemicals with permission from my prescribing doctors...and that is some tough shit too... but onward I go and the journey gets better and more intense as my body screams louder and louder in pure and raging pain non stop... I love to sleep...just a nice rare really good deep comfortable rewarding and rejuvenating restorative sleep...well... there shall be time for that in the far future...for now it is time to fucking play... or maybe fuck and play.
I joined a gym all enthusiastic and have not been able to go yet because of my sever gout ! Fuck me !!! I have so much god damn energy and I am feeling really, really good... I am living again and eating well...not poisoning myself...but I am on a strict regimen of medication and herbs under supervision and I am healing but it is a scary adventure and I am paving a way with steadfast vigor as I take life back by the horns in progress only measurable by leaps and bounds.
Sometimes I forget to eat or drink water...then I eat more then humanly possible and do it again in a few days. I may have some snacks here and the...message to self if I ever read this fukkin' blog...more snack, fruits, and veggies... eat more regularly and drink a ton of water... find a way to tame that ridiculous sweet tooth. This nutrition thing on my new medication could be the death of me for real.
I am glad my heart has healed. Thanks Curcumin 95 everyday, one a day 500 mg. Not enlarged anymore and beats regularly once again after being fucked up for well over 15 years and healed before I quit my bad habits of alcohol and cigarettes. I fully attribute this to Curcumin as I pay strict attention to my actions in life. But... who the fuck am I over a doctor to say anything that makes more sense the me taking a compound that does not naturally exist and has major side effects with no questions...or to know all of that and do it anyways...choices and decisions... real life not damn games. ... my life.
Fiction or not... that has to make you think a lot yeah?
Space Dog calling Keith Richards and Johnny Depp, can you come over and jam with me please? Do you read me? Bring that Narcan and the jumper cables mates... I feel like gettin' down for real.
I cannot wait to meet Charlie Sheen,... or maybe I already did, ... morphine.
I cannot wait to start oxycontin as I shrink in size and turn wrinkled and gray and all of a sudden realize I am now old... fuck what happened... ok this rant... my mind racing...
Oh hello table, meet my face...zzz,... zzz,... zzz,... zzz ... and on least Z... breath and life no more.
The Real End
This was going to be a facebook post, but I am sick of people being worried about me when I am perfectly fucking happy and love life and like to write and cannot sleep because I am so wound up and feeling this adjustment period in many respects in life... life is an interesting challenge today and I cannot wait to start recording new material when I finish my new chill studio where I will create my art... so this stuff flowed forth from a corner of darkness in a mind full of light currently...no worried bromigos...and so you shall read...
Hunter S. Thompson died, and that is where my life started... I get to report on the hells he could not share in my own personal way as a twisted Poe like tribute in a Stephen King kind of way as it is here portrayed... so exercise your eyes and read within here no lies... or not?
Life is wonderful knowing that I have each of you just an instant message away in real time. That technology can save lives today ! Stay in touch with one another, help another with an ear to lend or be the one with one to bend... this is an exciting time in my life and equally very tough on an inner personal level and I just need some really positive thoughts and vibes coming my way and I know others all around us feel the same everyday because I see it or hear about it more and more. Sure maybe it is my getting ripe old age of 47...but the suffering median's age seems to not discriminate from what I see... it is an equally opportunity target master. Is it me or are things in life just getting tougher and tougher. Perhaps I am mentally mired in severe pain from my spinal deterioration and fucking gout and the fact of non-stop death and suffering of too many around me... but am I right or just mental? Personally, medications help pain but are tough to adjust too (yeah, me) mentally as I feel twisted up looking for a calm when I feel tight and intense and I have been an arse, forgive me..., so moving forward... share with loved ones close by any real life struggles you may want to keep private but in the collective family eye... reach out to a few others today and just share a message of love that will spread like a wave and meet others just when it is needed. Always sending forward my love ahead of me, Steve p.s. ...life exists not without each of you, stay well friends. Life is the most incredible journey so let's keep each others dreams alive !!!
God damn it ms. morphine, god damn it... you stimulate me like love and youth and I cannot forget you for a second dear.
But yeah, no, it's all good...I am fine... just trippin'... we all kick off one day... make the party last long and treat one another well leading a principled life offering to others and taking less for thyself while adrift.
Barry White a came a visitin', he filled my lungs with a compound, then I was all visual and romantic, but twisted on a pain killin' narcotic,... ms. morphine.
I live so that someone can report past the insanity that Hunter S. Thompson could not live through... I live for that spirit of pure freedom and utter insanity genius.
Damn it man I feel like I have the libido of an 18 year old and the stamina of someone in their 20's... quitting smoking has been an incredible journey of freedom from the insanity of thyself... I am free today from both alcohol and nicotine and I do dabble in chemicals with permission from my prescribing doctors...and that is some tough shit too... but onward I go and the journey gets better and more intense as my body screams louder and louder in pure and raging pain non stop... I love to sleep...just a nice rare really good deep comfortable rewarding and rejuvenating restorative sleep...well... there shall be time for that in the far future...for now it is time to fucking play... or maybe fuck and play.
I joined a gym all enthusiastic and have not been able to go yet because of my sever gout ! Fuck me !!! I have so much god damn energy and I am feeling really, really good... I am living again and eating well...not poisoning myself...but I am on a strict regimen of medication and herbs under supervision and I am healing but it is a scary adventure and I am paving a way with steadfast vigor as I take life back by the horns in progress only measurable by leaps and bounds.
Sometimes I forget to eat or drink water...then I eat more then humanly possible and do it again in a few days. I may have some snacks here and the...message to self if I ever read this fukkin' blog...more snack, fruits, and veggies... eat more regularly and drink a ton of water... find a way to tame that ridiculous sweet tooth. This nutrition thing on my new medication could be the death of me for real.
I am glad my heart has healed. Thanks Curcumin 95 everyday, one a day 500 mg. Not enlarged anymore and beats regularly once again after being fucked up for well over 15 years and healed before I quit my bad habits of alcohol and cigarettes. I fully attribute this to Curcumin as I pay strict attention to my actions in life. But... who the fuck am I over a doctor to say anything that makes more sense the me taking a compound that does not naturally exist and has major side effects with no questions...or to know all of that and do it anyways...choices and decisions... real life not damn games. ... my life.
Fiction or not... that has to make you think a lot yeah?
Space Dog calling Keith Richards and Johnny Depp, can you come over and jam with me please? Do you read me? Bring that Narcan and the jumper cables mates... I feel like gettin' down for real.
I cannot wait to meet Charlie Sheen,... or maybe I already did, ... morphine.
I cannot wait to start oxycontin as I shrink in size and turn wrinkled and gray and all of a sudden realize I am now old... fuck what happened... ok this rant... my mind racing...
Oh hello table, meet my face...zzz,... zzz,... zzz,... zzz ... and on least Z... breath and life no more.
The Real End
Morphine, Oh Sweet Fucking Morphine ~ Poetry/Lyric ~ MobiusTripz
I had another fantastic and glorious day,
keeping the chasing reaper at bay,
my gout that seemed to always stay,
finally slips very temporarily away.
...and morphine oh sweet morphine,
again I could once now hike,
and if I was feeling better I could ride my bike,
oh morphine, such oh sweet fucking morphine.
Visiting with Barry White,
Space Dog now has me in flight,
Above the mountain mist atop,
the path to the Misty Mountain Hop.
I had another fantastic and glorious day,
keeping the chasing reaper at bay,
my gout that seemed to always stay,
finally slips very temporarily away.
...and morphine oh sweet morphine,
again I could once now hike,
and if I was feeling better I could ride my bike,
oh morphine, such oh sweet fucking morphine.
Visiting with Barry White,
Space Dog now has me in flight,
Above the mountain mist atop,
the path to the Misty Mountain Hop.
...and morphine oh sweet morphine,
again I could once now hike,
and if I was feeling better I could ride my bike,
oh morphine, such oh sweet fucking morphine.
...and morphine oh sweet morphine,
again I could once now hike,
and if I was feeling better I could ride my bike,
oh morphine, such oh sweet fucking morphine.
keeping the chasing reaper at bay,
my gout that seemed to always stay,
finally slips very temporarily away.
...and morphine oh sweet morphine,
again I could once now hike,
and if I was feeling better I could ride my bike,
oh morphine, such oh sweet fucking morphine.
Visiting with Barry White,
Space Dog now has me in flight,
Above the mountain mist atop,
the path to the Misty Mountain Hop.
I had another fantastic and glorious day,
keeping the chasing reaper at bay,
my gout that seemed to always stay,
finally slips very temporarily away.
...and morphine oh sweet morphine,
again I could once now hike,
and if I was feeling better I could ride my bike,
oh morphine, such oh sweet fucking morphine.
Visiting with Barry White,
Space Dog now has me in flight,
Above the mountain mist atop,
the path to the Misty Mountain Hop.
...and morphine oh sweet morphine,
again I could once now hike,
and if I was feeling better I could ride my bike,
oh morphine, such oh sweet fucking morphine.
...and morphine oh sweet morphine,
again I could once now hike,
and if I was feeling better I could ride my bike,
oh morphine, such oh sweet fucking morphine.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Taking Back My Youth ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz
I miss the merlot,
I miss going slow,
I miss earning the hurting gout toe,
but back I take my youth.
I miss wrestling around,
I miss being the clown,
I miss singing and stages,
I miss acting all ages.
I am taking back my youth,
taking back my youth,
watch me fucking come alive,
as I am taking back my youth.
Back from the depths of hell,
back from the gates not pearly,
back from a pit and flames,
taking back my youth.
Knowledge never brought me bliss,
there truly is bliss in ignorance,
and youth a gift from heaven sent,
I am taking back my years so bent,
...and taking back my youth,
I am taking back my youth,
every day a little more I try,
I am taking back my youth.
Say no to stupid fucking mistakes !!!
...stay honest and humble...lie less and be honest more...and start taking back your youth !!!
Love
I miss going slow,
I miss earning the hurting gout toe,
but back I take my youth.
I miss wrestling around,
I miss being the clown,
I miss singing and stages,
I miss acting all ages.
I am taking back my youth,
taking back my youth,
watch me fucking come alive,
as I am taking back my youth.
Back from the depths of hell,
back from the gates not pearly,
back from a pit and flames,
taking back my youth.
Knowledge never brought me bliss,
there truly is bliss in ignorance,
and youth a gift from heaven sent,
I am taking back my years so bent,
...and taking back my youth,
I am taking back my youth,
every day a little more I try,
I am taking back my youth.
Say no to stupid fucking mistakes !!!
...stay honest and humble...lie less and be honest more...and start taking back your youth !!!
Love
Overdrive ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz
Overdrive,
alive we thrive,
in overdrive,
youthful lives,
in overdrive,
alive we thrive,
overdrive.
alive we thrive,
in overdrive,
youthful lives,
in overdrive,
alive we thrive,
overdrive.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Ride or Die Niggaz ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz
Smokin' a J,
and trippin' the day away,
shall I go or shall I stay,
happy I will be today.
Party to your earthly desires,
balance and growth always desired,
chillin' with all you "my niggaz",
outside sippin' the seasons by the fire.
You are the ones I want by my side,
my mutha fukkin' ride or dies,
no crying sissy lullabies,
time to roll and time to fly !
Party to earthly desires,
balance and growth always desired,
chillin' with all you "my niggaz",
sippin' the seasons by the fire.
Smokin' a J,
and trippin' the day away,
shall I go or shall I stay,
happy I will be today.
and trippin' the day away,
shall I go or shall I stay,
happy I will be today.
Party to your earthly desires,
balance and growth always desired,
chillin' with all you "my niggaz",
outside sippin' the seasons by the fire.
You are the ones I want by my side,
my mutha fukkin' ride or dies,
no crying sissy lullabies,
time to roll and time to fly !
Party to earthly desires,
balance and growth always desired,
chillin' with all you "my niggaz",
sippin' the seasons by the fire.
Smokin' a J,
and trippin' the day away,
shall I go or shall I stay,
happy I will be today.
Party to earthly desires,
balance and growth always desired,
chillin' with all you "my niggaz",
sippin' the seasons by the fire.
Party to earthly desires,
balance and growth always desired,
chillin' with all you "my niggaz",
sippin' the seasons by the fire.
Smokin' a J,
and trippin' the day away,
shall I go or shall I stay,
happy I will be today.
balance and growth always desired,
chillin' with all you "my niggaz",
sippin' the seasons by the fire.
Party to earthly desires,
balance and growth always desired,
chillin' with all you "my niggaz",
sippin' the seasons by the fire.
Smokin' a J,
and trippin' the day away,
shall I go or shall I stay,
happy I will be today.
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