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?
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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
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,
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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,
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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,
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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
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