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"
ITS TIME TO HIT THE DELETE BUTTON OF MEMORY YET AGAIN!
STARTS WITH THE CHORUS...THE WHOLESOME PART F THE SONG RESIDES THERE, IN THE MASSES OF WHAT SHOULD SOUND LIKE A CHURCH CHORUS, FULL OF SOUL.
CHORUS:
LOVE IS NEVER LOST, BECAUSE LOVE IS REAL AND CONSTANT, MISGUIDED TOO OFTEN, SOMETIMES SEEMINGLY ROTTEN, BUT LOVE IS NEVER LOST, ITS JUST LEFT IN OUR EXHAUST, BACK WHEN IT HAPPENED AT ANOTHER PLACE IN TIME, SO PERFECT AND SWEET. LIFE TRAVELS THIS WAY OFTEN, SOULS, HUMANS, LOVE, THE THINGS THAT COME AND GO, AND WE WEAVE A FABRIC AND DO OUR BEST AND WE ARE HUMAN AND TO ERE IS UPON OUR WAY, FORGIVENESS, FAITH, LOVE STILL EXIST AND TRAVEL AS STRONG WITH ME AND EVEN STRONGER BECAUSE OF YOU TODAY.
DID I PROVIDE A ROOF, DID I ONCE CAUSE PHYSICAL HURT, WHATS THAT YOU SAY? RHETORIC COMICAL LYRICAL PLAY.
THEN WITH BLACK EYE I HEAR APOLOGY NOR DID YOU EVER SLEEP WITH HE YOUR LIES ARE GETTING SO VERY DEEP.
YET YOU COMMAND ME NOT TO JUDGE
CHORUS:
LOVE IS NEVER LOST, BECAUSE LOVE IS REAL AND CONSTANT, MISGUIDED TOO OFTEN, SOMETIMES SEEMINGLY ROTTEN, BUT LOVE IS NEVER LOST, ITS JUST LEFT IN OUR EXHAUST, BACK WHEN IT HAPPENED AT ANOTHER PLACE IN TIME, SO PERFECT AND SWEET. LIFE TRAVELS THIS WAY OFTEN, SOULS, HUMANS, LOVE, THE THINGS THAT COME AND GO, AND WE WEAVE A FABRIC AND DO OUR BEST AND WE ARE HUMAN AND TO ERE IS UPON OUR WAY, FORGIVENESS, FAITH, LOVE STILL EXIST AND TRAVEL AS STRONG WITH ME AND EVEN STRONGER BECAUSE OF YOU TODAY.
SPEAK NOT MUCH YOU MAY BUT WICKED IS THE TONGUE YOU WIELD LIKE A SWORD THAT STABS WORSE YET, LOVE AND LIFE IT STEALS
WHEN ONE LIVES WITH ANOTHER, MUCH AS ONE LIKE YOU JUDGE YOU MUST OR PARISH QUICK WHEN YOU SNAP ITS NASTY EVIL AND SICK
CHORUS:
LOVE IS NEVER LOST, BECAUSE LOVE IS REAL AND CONSTANT, MISGUIDED TOO OFTEN, SOMETIMES SEEMINGLY ROTTEN, BUT LOVE IS NEVER LOST, ITS JUST LEFT IN OUR EXHAUST, BACK WHEN IT HAPPENED AT ANOTHER PLACE IN TIME, SO PERFECT AND SWEET. LIFE TRAVELS THIS WAY OFTEN, SOULS, HUMANS, LOVE, THE THINGS THAT COME AND GO, AND WE WEAVE A FABRIC AND DO OUR BEST AND WE ARE HUMAN AND TO ERE IS UPON OUR WAY, FORGIVENESS, FAITH, LOVE STILL EXIST AND TRAVEL AS STRONG WITH ME AND EVEN STRONGER BECAUSE OF YOU TODAY.
YET YOU COMMAND ME NOT TO JUDGE AND TARNISH GOLD...NEVER... TRY TO MAKE ME CARE LESS I WOULD NEVER OFFER THE PLEASURE
FINALLY WHEN YOU SPEAK KIND, YOU SPEAK SO WELL OF FAITH, MAYBE YOU SHOULD WALK THAT WAY TOO, TIMES SHORT, CERTAINLY NO TIME FOR HASTE
CHORUS:
LOVE IS NEVER LOST, BECAUSE LOVE IS REAL AND CONSTANT, MISGUIDED TOO OFTEN, SOMETIMES SEEMINGLY ROTTEN, BUT LOVE IS NEVER LOST, ITS JUST LEFT IN OUR EXHAUST, BACK WHEN IT HAPPENED AT ANOTHER PLACE IN TIME, SO PERFECT AND SWEET. LIFE TRAVELS THIS WAY OFTEN, SOULS, HUMANS, LOVE, THE THINGS THAT COME AND GO, AND WE WEAVE A FABRIC AND DO OUR BEST AND WE ARE HUMAN AND TO ERE IS UPON OUR WAY, FORGIVENESS, FAITH, LOVE STILL EXIST AND TRAVEL AS STRONG WITH ME AND EVEN STRONGER BECAUSE OF YOU TODAY.
AND WHEN I BROKE YOUR HEART...
WAS THAT WHEN YOU SLEPT WITH ANOTHER OR WAS IT WHEN YOU KICKED ME IN MY RIBS PERHAPS A CELL PHONE TO THE SKULL ITS SINISTER WHEN YOU FLIP
AND I FUNCTIONED AND MAINTAINED BEST I COULD THROUGH ALL THAT SO MUCH MORE WHY BOTHER MENTION DEATH MAY RESIDE AT DEATHS DOOR
FOREVERMORE, FOREVERMORE
YOU ASK ME TO NOT CARE FOR YOU ANYMORE, YOUR WISH IS MY SIMPLE COMMAND THIS IS HOW ARCH ANGELS TOO MANY TIMES GET TOO DAMNED
IN 2012, I DELETE YOU, LIKE A TIME WHEN I NEVER GOT TO MEET YOU IF YOU SPREAD EVIL, LIKE YOU DID MY WAY MORE EVIL IS BOUND TO GREET YOU
CHORUS:
LOVE IS NEVER LOST, BECAUSE LOVE IS REAL AND CONSTANT, MISGUIDED TOO OFTEN, SOMETIMES SEEMINGLY ROTTEN, BUT LOVE IS NEVER LOST, ITS JUST LEFT IN OUR EXHAUST, BACK WHEN IT HAPPENED AT ANOTHER PLACE IN TIME, SO PERFECT AND SWEET. LIFE TRAVELS THIS WAY OFTEN, SOULS, HUMANS, LOVE, THE THINGS THAT COME AND GO, AND WE WEAVE A FABRIC AND DO OUR BEST AND WE ARE HUMAN AND TO ERE IS UPON OUR WAY, FORGIVENESS, FAITH, LOVE STILL EXIST AND TRAVEL AS STRONG WITH ME AND EVEN STRONGER BECAUSE OF YOU TODAY.
AND IF YOU OF SO CALLED FAITH CALL THE DARK ONE OUT, LIKE MANY TIMES I HAVE HEARD YOU SAY, WELL, REMEMBER HE IS BLINDED IN LIGHT, AND I AM THE SON WHO LIGHTS MY FATHER'S WAY
AND THERE IS NO PLACE THAT LIGHT CANNOT SHINE FOEVERMORE
SO HE IS OF NO AVAIL TO ME, NOR IS ANY OTHER, I STAND UP FOR MY FAMILY WITH FAITH BECAUSE I WILL NOT STAND NEXT TO OR IN LOVE WITH DISGRACE
YOU ASKED ME FOR FORGIVENESS, IT WAS OFFERED BEFORE YOU EVER ASKED, SILLY WOMAN ASK GOD, AND THEN YOU NEVER HAVE TO LOOK BACK
FOREVER STILL BE MY HONEY BEE
BUT FOR NOW WHAT IS BEST FOR ME IS "DELETE".
CHORUS:
LOVE IS NEVER LOST, BECAUSE LOVE IS REAL AND CONSTANT, MISGUIDED TOO OFTEN, SOMETIMES SEEMINGLY ROTTEN, BUT LOVE IS NEVER LOST, ITS JUST LEFT IN OUR EXHAUST, BACK WHEN IT HAPPENED AT ANOTHER PLACE IN TIME, SO PERFECT AND SWEET. LIFE TRAVELS THIS WAY OFTEN, SOULS, HUMANS, LOVE, THE THINGS THAT COME AND GO, AND WE WEAVE A FABRIC AND DO OUR BEST AND WE ARE HUMAN AND TO ERE IS UPON OUR WAY, FORGIVENESS, FAITH, LOVE STILL EXIST AND TRAVEL AS STRONG WITH ME AND EVEN STRONGER BECAUSE OF YOU TODAY.
YOU WERE CERTAINLY STILL POWERFUL ENOUGH TO RUIN MY DAY YESTERDAY AND I WILLINGLY LET YOU AND SULKED IT ALL IN, REALIZING, NEVER AGAIN DO I HAVE TO EVER IN MY LIFE FEEL THAT WAY...NOR APOLOGIZE MYSELF TO YOU...WHAT IS DONE IS DONE AND SHOULD REST AS IT IS, DEAD AND GONE IN THE WAKE OF TIME...
IF YOU WANT TO WRITE TO ME, WRITE POETRY OR STORY...IF YOU WANT TO SHARE MUSIC WITH ME, NO WORDS SPOKEN BUT THE GUITAR WE NEVER ONCE PLAYED TOGETHER...AND WHY I MAY NEVER UNDERSTAND...JUST HAS TO BE PAP WHO SPEAKS TO ME TOO...SOMEHOW...YOU PAINTED HIS BEAUTIFUL SOUL INSIDE MY MIND'S EYE...THANKS...YOU SHOWED ME SO MUCH I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO THANK YOU FOR, THAT'S SUCH A SAD WASTE OF FUTURE, AND MY REGRETS ARE NOT OF THE PAST, BUT THE FUTURE MISSED AS THE PAGE IS TURNED YET AGAIN.
YOU'LL SEE ME HERE IF EVER YOU CARE TO CHECK IN...I WOULD SAY SOME NICE THINGS THAT COME SO EASILY TO MIND, HOWEVER I WILL RESPECT YOUR WISHES TO NOT CARE ABOUT YOU ANYMORE.
STEVE....SOMEONE YOU ONCE KNEW
DELETE
NEVER EXPLAIN A CRUSHED HEART TO ME, THAT WOULD BE MY ONE AND LAST AND FINAL REQUEST TO YOU EVER AGAIN.
RESPECTFULLY... AND THIS SUCKS,
STEVE
NO TOUGH DECISIONS MAKE US FEEL REJUVENATED, BUT RATHER SUCK THE SOUL FROM US, LEAVING LESS LIFE IN THE TANK, BUT I KNOW THE FAITH OF A MUSTARD SEED, AND IT IS SO , SO VERY MUCH LARGER THEN A MERE MUSTARD SEED...SO PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT...HATE ME IF YOU SO DESIRE...BUT LIVE WELL AND WITH LOVE...GOOD BYE
AND THE HEMPSEEDS WILL NEVER DIE, THAT STORY IS GOING TO BE WRITTEN AND WE WILL LIVE THERE IN FAIRLYLAND, WHEN LIFE WAS PERFECT WITH PERFECT LOVE SHARED...AND WE POGO'ED LIKE BUNNIES!
YOU BETTER LAUGH, OR FIND SOMETHING FUN TO DO, AND FORGET ALL ABOUT ME AND YOU...TRAVEL FORWARD...PEACE
COLORS WE ALL UNDERSTAND, A BLACK HORSE RIDES NOW, SEEKING DEATH AND FAMINE, 2012 LESS FOOD LESS SALMON
I SANG ABOUT HIM BEFORE, WARNED THE CHURCHES WHAT WAS COMING IN STORE... NO ONE LIKES TO LISTEN TO TRUTH, I AM JOHN, AND A HORSE OF RED RAGE COMES NEXT, NOTHING LIKE YOU CAN EVEN EXPECT.
THEN THE PALE GREEN HORSE RIDES WITH SLAUGHTER YET WE STILL MAY CHOOSE STILL TO ROT.... COMES FROM FAR AWAY, AND LIFE SHALL NOT BE EASILY GIVEN AWAY, BUT THOROUGH YOUR CHOICE YOU DECIDE,
AND SUCH DECISIONS YOU CHOOSE
THE WHORESES EACH WHICH ARE GIVEN DOMINION BY YOUR VERY SELF ...BY YOUR CHOICE SADDLE UP AND RIDE ON SUCH AIMLESS ONES.
I PRAY YOU SEE SOME LIGHT~
SO GO HAVE YOU'R REVELATIONS... REVELRY ROOTS IN SIN, WE STILL DO TO THE BODY MIND AND SPIRIT, WHAT KNOWLEDGE AT EDEN LEAD TO EARTHLY SIN.
REVELRY... TO PARTY, BUT TIME QUICKLY ALWAYS CLOSES IN. DEATH WAITS SO MANY IN THE END.
BE JEWISH, ISLAM, OR CHRISTIAN, MATTERS NOT IN THE
END, THERE IS ONE GOD AND TOGETHER WE SHOULD LOOK BEYOND EGO
AND FIND HIS LOVE AND LET IT IN.
CULTURE JUST A HURDLE, LETS ALL START TO JUMP, RESPECTING IN ONE ANOTHER, GREED A CANCEROUS SPREADING LUMP....
ERADICATE...THE ERA OR THE REMOVAL OF SIN!
eradicate... INJUSTICE, eradicate... ATROCITIES, eradicate... INTOLERANCE, eradicate... IGNORANCE AND GREED
GREED, PLEASE QUICKLY ERADICATE GREED
eradicate...THE SICK SIDE OF US EACH.
THEN I'LL GLADLY PAY A PRICE FOR ETERNAL IMMORTAL REST ALONGSIDE MY FATHER AND DIE SO PEACEFULLY THE WHITE HORSE WILL COME A CALLING TO MY VOICE, MY WHITE PERFECT STALLION...HE KNOWS ME.
eradicate
SICK FUCKING SOCIAL DISEASE ! OR I'LL GO LIVE N A FUCKING TREE... BUT I RIDE LIKE THE HORSES OF ALL COLORS AND SLEEP IN NO TREES, BECAUSE MY LIFE IS PURPOSE AND HONOR AND DEIDICATED TO GOD'S OATH ERADICATE IGNORANT STUPIDITY
...AND ALWAYS I WILL PROCEED PEACEFULLY, LEST A MAN WILL CHOOSE TO CROSS ME WITH NO MORALS, OTHERWISE I AM AS PEACEFUL AS A HONEY BEE, SIPPING NECTAR FROM A TENDER FLOWERED REED
...SO VERY PEACEFULLY... YET... PEOPLE STILL HATE THE VERY LIKES OF ME....
ITS ALL GOOD
MY STABLE IS FULL
AND FOUR HORSES COME FIRST, BUT THE HEARD BEHIND THEM IS FAST AND FURIOUS, AND WILL LEAVE HELL BACK AS DUST ON EARTH FOR ONLY THE SACRED HALLOWED SURVIVE THIS MIRTH.
SATAN'S CHOICE IS THAT FIERY PIT, OR BACK TO HEAVEN WITH ME HAND IN HAND HIS TIME IS SHORT NO LONGER WILL HE RULE OVER OUR BLESSED LAND.
WE ALL SUFFER FROM OCCASIONAL INTERCRANIAL CORROSION !
~LIES AND MANIPULATION BLUES~ Mobiustripz ~ LYRICS
MY MUSE SHE LEFT ME, BEEN A FEW WEEKS AGO, BUT SHE STILL LIVES IN MY HEAD AND MY MUSIC.... WHOA
SOME POWERFUL SHIT MAN
I DID I THE BEST I COULD WITH MY BROKEN BACK AND NO FINANCE AND WE HAD WHAT LASTED TO BE A PRETTY BEAUTIFUL DANCE BUT LIES AND MANIPULATION
ALWAYS SEEM TO BUT THERE UGLY HEADS IN AND IT WAS ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DANCE OF LIFE THAT ENDED YET AGAIN
IF YOU HEAR A GUITAR THAT's CRYING, ITS BECAUSE THE ENERGY THAT FLOWS THROUGH IT IS PAIN ITSELF, SO THIS MUSIC CAN HEAL THE SOUL SUCH A GRACE AS HAVING HEAVENLY LIGHT
SUCH THIS MUSIC IS
SOMETIMES I KNOW NOT FROM WHERE IT COMES, BUT MAN I PAY A HEAVY PRICE TO MAKE THIS GUITAR HUM I DREAMED ALL MY LIFE OF BEING A ROCK STAR AND MISERY I HAVE TRAVELED AND SUFFERED REAL HARD
WAS I AT THE CROSSROADS JUST LAST WEEK OR LAST YEAR,
I BET I WAS I FUCKED UP ON SO MUCH WEED AND BEER, THAT I DO NOT REMEMBER SELLING MY SOUL.
MAN,...FUCK THE CROSS ROADS
SOME NASTY SHIT BE HAPPENING THERE YOU STAB FRIENDS IN THE BACK, DIE EARLY OF HEART ATTACK AND SURE IT'S EXCITING AN FUN BUT IT GETS WORSE AND WORSE AND WORSE FROM THERE
THERE IS STILL A FIERY PIT, AND I DO NOT BELONG IN IT, JESUS SAYS ASK FORGIVENESS AND YE SHALL RECEIVE
SEE MR. DEVIL, JESUS PROMISED ME ALL THIS, AND HE GETS THE LAST LAUGH AS I FLY HOME, HEAVENLY
MAYBE YOU THINK I DO NOT REMEMBER THE MANY TIMES WE MET BUT I SEE THROUGH YOUR LIES AND MANIPULATION EVEN WHEN I AM HALF LIT OR PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR, MY EARS AND MY MIND KNOW... YOU... AND THEY LISTEN EVER MORE
BECAUSE THE REAL DEAL AT THE CROSSROADS THAT DAY, WAS I STARTED SAVING YOUR SOUL AN YOU STARTED HEALING YOUR WAYS,
NOT WEAKER LIKE YOU WERE AS WHOLE HERE ON EARTH AND YOU STILL PLAY A MEAN GUITAR, AND ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO HEAR.
YOU TO GOT SICK AND TIRED OF ALL THE PAIN, BECAUSE EVEN WHEN YOUR IMMORTAL
ON EARTH IT DRIVES ANYONE, MAN OR ANGEL INSANE, AND IT REALLY JUST DOES NO EARTHLY GOOD, AND A LAKE OF FIRE IS A BAD NEIGHBORHOOD
ITS TAKEN A LONG TIME THROUGH YOUR LIES AND MANIPULATION AND YOU RUN BUT YOU CANNOT HIDE WE EACH ANSWER FOR OUR SHORTCOMINGS, A PROMISE TIME ALWAYS KEEPS.
~END LYRICS ~
IF YOU JUST WANT TO HEAR THE SONG ALONE THIS IS A LINK TO ITS DEDICATED PLAYER!
ITS SIMPLE...build android technology into all lcd and our androids will be the remote, portable, the same interface, we can control the environment and efficiency around us better, warm the car while it is locked, build this into all tablets...my ideas are up for grabs because money will follow when ideas are first realized, standardization on this level is excellent for business, a new emerging marketplace, and our infrastructure. Dream and dream HUGE !...I want to see my android work with my flat panel so I can be productive when the thought is present, and as every artist knows, some of the best thoughts slip away only to be found echoing in someone else's craft...I hope someone seizes this great idea...it's all yours! Happy New Year.
The Broker and More You Suffer the Better the Art Transcends Forth.
Seems to me that great art can always be crafted,
but master pieces come from the knowing of suffering.
Nothing drives one's ambition like pain, being scared, and imminent death.
My friends that gift me of late draw and sketch often, and so have been I.
It just makes me find something to grasp onto in my minds eye,
and transfer it to paper, and the gift left alone over 30 years is still present.
My Mother gave me the gift of art, Thanks Mom, you are always with me like all my family, I see you each sparkle in every facet of life as I do my friends.
It feels as beautiful as writing, or writing a poem, or a song, or playing the guitar , bass or violin or whatever.
It's a magical moment when there is this flow that it is hard to explain where exactly it comes from and how works, so I just roll with it.
Then I get down time to socialize, observe, act crazy for real responses, say crazy shit, keeps everyone guessing, then act normal to shock some more, before you know it everyone thinks your nuts and bi polar, but they trust you and your judgement and no your a hell of a comedian.
I cannot write comedy nor do I care to remember to many jokes, but when the moment is right I can have people laughing on there knees, and I will warn them whats coming...some of the trippppppyiest most hilarious scientific stuff and it can sound like bull shit but comes out both funny as can be and equally indisputable while most of these guys are laughing and cannot believe that what I explain make sense to perfectly...it is quite a thing to observe.
I have the uncanny ability to mimic most any sound or voice, sometimes on the spot, sometimes with a little practice, and it is what makes getting into character so much fun...I just love to laugh, and I can be way too darn serious at times, so I need to laugh and when I see looks on others faces that I have felt myself, a laugh is coming somehow or someway...something to bring the soft race of a smile followed by perhaps a giggle.
I have substance, I express substance, sometimes seriously, sometimes scientifically, and sometimes in a manner of complete aloofness...because it comes as it flows like dropping a million puzzle pieces sometimes, or lie a picture in the mind of perfection already put together.
I love what flows, it's easy, but I really love the challenge of learning things I though I was incapable of, and for me the challenge is the life.
A life not challenged would be dull.
I do not need stress, however i crave intellectual stimulation on any subject matter, there really is nothing that does not fascinate me because I love to deconstruct, reconstruct, invent, modify, improve, or even purposely go backwards be it for around, or experience, or introspection...so many places we can choose to go, and then....do what?
So choices themselves come from seeds that may bare fruit or bare poisonous fruit, and so many pitfalls we traverse in this life.
Friends are always safer when together, and it is now more important then ever that we reach for one another with only love in our hearts and embrace the beautiful changes that are happening, that are undeniable, and that are leading a bright light into a beautiful future towards peace and prosperity.
Peaceful swift efficient change is the only acceptable way to have any progress, for progress does not become a fruit in which evil seeds live.
So suffering through my own personal worst economic times as well as right along with this country and the rest of the world, I do care because I suffer too.
My point is not to complain about it but to focus on answers, and I write of them often. Sometimes I write of sad things because we all feel every emotion.
I place technology challenges out there and have seen some happen in an instance, perhaps coincidence but my point is suffering makes me think and utilize all my skill sets so that I can present any idea to you, the masses, and it;s free, and if it catches on and helps, well amen, that is what this life is suppose to be about...
It's tough making the best of being broke, bit at the same token, being broke sculpts the best art possible, so there is much humbly to be said about suffering, but I will let someone else explain that, I have complained so much time away that I now enjoy, and that is peace on an individual level I want to share and inspire.
Anything can motivate you, or kick your ass...what do you choose? You can change that decision at any time as well again.
Life is short, make beautiful art all the time, do not wait to suffer first.
