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.

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.