Sick Again in Prophetic Poetry~ Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz

I am feeling all Emily Dickinson,
sick and twisted all over again,
melancholy mental manicure and an air,
of eerie demise wash over the soul and body so spent.

Betrayel comes swift and fast like a horse,
and who upon it sits often surprise and coarse,
Edgar Alan Poe's epics make my life look grand,
The Cask of Amontillado and easier chartered course, man.

In Shakespeare's Hamlet, I take main stage,
I myself a Hamlet, lost in idealistic rage,
never ceasing questions seeking the Truth,
tragedy comes when no Trust, self and greed so run aloof.

I seek the Utopinan tapestry as portrayed so vividly by Walden,
I am a renaissance man at heart and soul, with the eye of a tiger,
a fight like a streeter, with the will of A God, and Justice gleaming in my eye,
because the Eye perceives what is false or Truth,
distinguishing by sight truth and lie.
Utopia false or real, forward let's all strive.

I sparkle like Tiffany stained Gothic glass,
see what you want to see,
In that light is where I shuffle wrong for right,
seek forward such righteous zealot destiny.

You mess with me, you mess with my family,
then ,my family tree, then families times three,
and three, and three, mess with me you mess back to yourself,
do the math and the numbers of your time,
the answer is always the same,
when we mess with one another we ruin each our own lives and names.

The meaning of life is living the daily life so offered each day,
in a principled and proper way seeking what is right,
and not wondering how or why, sometimes spit in your eye,
survive, be strong, truth finds truth, lies beget, and therefore, lay with lies.

He who thinks me holier then though,
question only their own unholiness,
not to be demonished upon knees pray,
I am He that fills that void,
and also so equally flawed as you,
but I know a proper simpler better way.

Choice be made?
change possible any moment, second, hour or day!

William Blake images appear,
visions he had so very very clear,
a painter, poet, minister too,
many perceived an odd recluse.

We know his works still,
forever so esteemed,
he dedicated life to a larger misunderstood,
idealistic dream, his arts, like Poe,
quothe the Raven again, evermore...

Stephen King, he knows some pain,
comes out quite twisted and entertaining in the end,
From what we read so voluminous,
what is inside the mind can only be more tremendous and stupendous.

Burroughs, Thoreau, Walden and me,
in my mind's eye we share time and destiny,
that moment happening now tell me which words to write,
Hiking in these dense woods and finding myself again,
centered, focused, understanding and in my soul Free.

The abuses upon the body and mind are merely temporary,
the soul set free one day relax breathe so extraordinary,
decisions today pave roads of tomorrow,
hurt along the way find balance and symetree, keep life, and be free.

love you,
love me.

(symetr(ee) = (y) ), a play on words and math

Latch Key Kids Spawn ~ Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz

Us latch key kids created what?
I am but 44, not a true latch key child,
but an observer from down bout a mile,
where we lived life with a smile.

My parent's forged from the tail end of the depression,
carry me and my baggage through this recession,
and now a latch key child I am, at forty four,
what a portal to cross odd universe at such age to explore.

I look back at my lineage,
from where it is I come,
from the parents of love who forged this soul,
my brethern, my lovers, friends, all past,
what shall I grab ahold of today to forge as I see fit,
something to hopefully share, and grow, and pass with love,
life a rewind of experience knowledge time spent.

Cultural Renaissance ~ Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz

Culture, all just a walk a mile away,
arts, music, bars, churches, mushrooms, weed,
which way do you want to go?
I follow an unusual flow,
and know what I know.

College, hospitals, politics, friends,
good and bad vibes, change all around,
a new culture evolves but what is guidance,
babysitters we need not just jobs and supporting our stance.

Let me prove to you,
in a new age of change what I can rearrange,
to make sense of a silly game, and never alone, I have analytical friends,
close to the throne, with goodness in heart and motivation from sin,
brilliant minds so smart no reason for human suffering,
too often known current suffering conditions.

not acceptable,
rejectable,
labatomy table?
chemical unstable?

when is a chemical straight and in balance,
not under the mankind influence,
that is when it rings and resonates proper and perfect,
petroleum synthetic plastics virus proliferates infectious,
a poor technological waste from a greedy age.

Glass is pure and can be sterilized,
plastic is always with a touch from where it has been,
a viral bacterial world ecosystem get to survive,
but the benjamins get made in the end.

a Fact, no mere conjecture, research for they self,
trust not a word I say, as long as seed is planted,
thought forward already swayed, do not yourself betray,
stand strong proud and wise with caring,
never forget less fortunate and with sharing.

lifes's blessings,
art through a swath of time we weave,
run along with mem let's run mr morrison.,
baby let's run!

run another direction,
light is the other way,
in a football huddle I once called a play,
fired my team up, with spirt from scholl fort hunt now passed,
spirit when lamont runs, me trying to lead my own way,
this life past, mike and tom, lea, dave, ryan, john, names of our championed
freshman year, i saw greatness finally from which asthma once only let me observe,
I became a champion with you,
and would have certainly dies if alone.

mr patrick you dick,
pissed me off so much made me sick,
you tamed a wild side of me and earned my respect, realizing a moment is at grasp,
i was a kid man, a mere lad, but you brought the best out in me,
to fight no matter my David like size,
the best I tried, all I ever offered.

In the orchestra with so many friends,
pre occupired with a football fantasy time and time again,
i left music at its roots and mine too for what,
other lessons until these crossroads again cross.

Fogs, my coach and long time inspiration when I am weak,
I only wanted to perform at my peak,
you let me perform just a bit,
as asthma and high school insanity would admit.

Did you see the flash of my Father ever?
I prayed to d him well, and felt like fighting physical hell,
it kept me alive in spirit and soul,
you and dennis patrick made me dig deeper then breath,
the present moment I got to share great friend often foe.

winning a championship, losing together for years before,
talent i watched amassing, and back destroyed I had to play again,
with the big boys I always aim to swim,
David wind from time and time again,
body has passed a story in Spirit not pretend

The metamorphosis of life is that spirit can carry through life that survives,
because in poor thought is nothing but demise,
when and what does is take to get more wise?
If a moment of Gold is across the portal a step closer to the Lizard King ,
well you make the step through that portal and break on through to the other side?
Ray, Robbie, Jim, and of course John.
my real first name, John, Johnny be Good, Shooting Star, Mr. Cash,

or the name Steve, kinda has been flashy over the years, because it has punctuation forte and talent attached?
and how is this, you get named after gtreat names from folks before and carry and yearn to learn that way,
destiny and free choice, but explore we all must, some though air, some perhaps oneday time,
too many chemical, all toghetenr spiritual too ideal, reality sets in, strentgh i eat a meal, think real, threats are not an illusion, and my defensive trained from birth demolay west point mind sets in,
to defend thyself to defend others to use the mind and all avaialbale to promote not a choice of greater good, but just a good that only true good will bring, the balance of good complimenting good, and thus the Changing Times, Peace is Comings, and other song s have some sense portrayed into the future so that digitally, I made something that was worth something, no matter I die in a wrecked heap, still in love and with loving understanding friends and family, that I may be allowed to pick and choose my own persoanl perceived sins if they sustain me to be a better longer offering to the greater good and change that must and shall be brought about.

I heard a Minister at Bedford Road In Cumberland, Maryland, speak of being "radical". it is really a cool step above rebellious because with radical you can be smart enough to leave a rebel mentality of pain and retribution, with can and does bring good over all some times, however, the philosophy I speak of here is that in forgiveness through pain, the spiritual cornerstone of life, we experience an emotion, a chemical reaction, and then though of choices, we make out next destiny in the moment.

Make it more proper next time, even after the best times, do not fall game to the attraction of the coming pain of a target, after all, if your targeted, the intention from the targetee can never be well intentioned, whatever those intentions perceived.

So realize that and keep insanity in tact at the most basic level, knowing there is never a going back, and the to effect change is to affect change, and to affect change is to effect further change.

I try to write most often as original, unadlturated, truthful of course, or why bother?, with an inkling of thought and common sense and a greater balancing answer where no one suffers, i suppose when possible?

what a question, out own responsibilty to human life, especially the most direly suffering.

I want to be the citizen that digitally in my mind sees everything in my own moments, and can have insight to prevent tragedy when possible, and enjoy what is healthy, and prevent catastrophe when never giving up my own personal rights and freedoms as granted by the constitution of these united states of america.

the flexing of muscle, be it is social art, pop culture, greed, money and influence, brains, architects of schemes appearing legal, criminals, the firgt for progress, are all a manipulation so that you will react as programmed to fear!!!

Poof!

Tithings Ten ~ Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz

blessings come hither and wash away these sins,
bathed with blessings adance upon my face and skin,
help me to rise again as so many times I have fallen, so hard,
shield me of thy wicked self times a tithing times ten.

tithings ten i owe you time and time again,
soul ripped through the flesh of my skin,
seeking truth a journey long and often memory rewind akin,
orbiting celestial beings we all have our spin.

blasting through the space fabric,
living intensely times ten,
the ride ain't lasting forever,
travel well and be always real not week pretend.

Chorus:

wannabe, write a soliloquy to make others dizzy,
to make them see what it is you see,
sharing the message of a soul that cares,
seeking answers anywhere, never scared,
at Truth you Always stare.

So take my tithing times ten,
so that I may be a better soldier of Truth for all,
just like myself differing defeats so crippling in between,
Truth Always wins to stand tall,
matters not I am flesh no more.

Spirit is awakening and powerful,
spirit leaves no trace detectable ever by technology,
spirit resides in us each a yen and yang dance,
any perspective you so desire,
open mindedly explore your niche, your stance.

Threaten me, mistake indeed, laws powerful tool defending me,
defending you too, from silly mortal play,
a stumbling block for many, and should be for many more,
until the stumbling stops, coherency returns, good balance restored.

love is from spirit of which neither of us is perfect,
we travel through time and interact while absorbing reflecting and refracting life,
the Light, contemplation well spent would dictate that a balance is desired,
getting tough says life can be an inferno forging fire.

Be it appeasring through word and thought,
you know me as I know myself, my words transparent,
help lighten my load through forgivess I beg, as Always I practice too,

Righteous Cocky Mother Fucker ~ Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz

I have traveled time for 44 years I have come to know,
toughness comes with time as we turn to stone,
then ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
relax and enjoy being better rejoicing no rush.

understand laws of equilibrium,
enwisen, enlighten, and love the present moment,
encompass the moment and appreciate all that you experience,
makes time much more well spent.

understand action and it's inherent reverse and opposite re-actions laws of consequence,
open mind expands becomes less dense,
a veil being lifted my eyes focus deeper internal introspective deeper hence,
what shall I do today that makes rational logical common sense.

love back as much as hated, times ten,
hate less as hated tithings times ten
tithings time ten we experience,
life gets spent as you go.

Acceptance is accepting whatever has happened,
dealing with it in a rational manner and maturing through it,
and surviving and making it through to another day,
with less overall damage to your surroundings, the wave of life sways.

Life is wave theory, it is life theory, it is biology, it is math, it is ethereal,
celestial, monumental, spiritual, physical, and so many different true dimensions we each know,
but each we know only our own unique way, but in many ways parallel to one another,
live longer, understand more through experiences sum, and survive, that's evolution.

What evolution is is the ideas of ages in physical form dead and gone,
carrying through the DNA into a programming like DOS, the basics,
that have become just recently more able to think for themselves,
so mistakes will be made in the womb of time and early infancy that we are in.

A Golden Age is Always Coming, and it will come both before and after good and bad times,
is it not only for common sense,
the smart survive and change with flexibility, open mindedness, tolerance, and justice sought through real life truths, none of us should ever know,
fight life in the  streets with the real folks of struggle,
then pretend to know this way, I dare you not.

Be it you find kindness in our struggle,
that you help us guide us towards our shining start destines,
as we travel through time, share lessons from pain and misery,
but remain truthful to the self, the loves, the family, the friends, and even enemies, as so perceived,
what I ask do you now perceive, if you are of open mind, argument can never overtake words written from thought so true.

So did a life of maximums and minimums come to this point by accident,
was I not through others DNA life's programming sent?
understand there is never an accident, freedom is in thought,
thought only blessed with truth in reality not perceived sometimes,
be careful where your snagged, snared or caught,


life's illusions ultimately are not what they really seem,
from down here looking back up, from where Once I came and ran,
but still I run again, perhaps to that next place where I am called,
not so prophetic unrealistic or surprise when frank and not glamorized,
my life is truth not twisted other media like lies,
but uplifting breaths or trouffles of life to share with all,

lightness brings healing, brings light,
enlightenment, a halo effect and affect, a glow,
a better consequence, meaning and purpose,
absorb it enjoy it making it last, to enjoy forever and slow,
as if time itself truly finally stopped and the perfect moment became reality,

who would be there?
all of us, of course, what a silly question,
otherwise what is forgiveness all about,
forgive more quick less pain do not get from life,
too often called out.

What's On Your Mind? ~ MobiusTripz ~ Lyrics ~ thanks facebook !

What's On Your Mind? ~ MobiusTripz ~ Lyrics ~ thanks facebook !

A Song for FB ~ What's on my mind? ...

No one really wants to hear,
so I will swallow hard another cross I bare,
unfaithfulness a sword the flesh of heart does tear,
truth holds pain, heart ripped out yet again,
then you laughed when i asked you to not laugh as i felt such pain,
washing over and over in waves and tides again,
like time will never end,
and yet this only happened minutes ago friends.

that's what is on my mind.

just mere hurt and pain,
however, I am as resilient as cold forged steel,
an alloy of a different kind, in my ravaged body and mind,
i'll erase this pain double time,
life a gift not to waste i swallow hard again,
heart finding a new pace, relax, seek only Grace,
pain has you only once and finally when you give in.

what's on my mind is getting up and riding the horse of love an life again!!!

now...because I refuse to go back from where once I have been before,
betrayel of heart beckons again at my door,
infidelity chalks one up against me and hurts to the core,
trust the got be wise intuition never ignore

the time to live is this moment
so I will smile and let go,
free again from only a cage we devised somehow together,
surf life, dig deep, hang ten tough, ride with the waves of flow...

and thanks for the ocean of love we have shared,
i'll miss you rhonda,
and will pray for your life to find the happiness to stay that we once together knew,
sparkle for another now as time passes be more true.


what's on my mind?

life, living it now, and a more brilliant future,
being weak is futile and a waste,
rest well, fuel up, get stronger,
arriving towards destiny's gate.

be strong, a white horse riding...

sometimes with tears to wipe away,
roads to heaven and pearly gates,
time do not waste nor blink,
passes by at break neck pace!

This Fusion of space travel, life, and time.
digital epitaph digital aftermath digital cranial corrosion,
digital song implosion,
who really cares what is on my mind this ain't no symposium!

just me, another digital path of logistics to ponder,
when you figure me out i'll be ahead yonder,
where life and Truth is,
Lord help me blaze a trail.

and I Pray keep the lies away from me,
asleep in pits of hell,
where I will leave a digital wake of pain,
in seconds to reverberate,
but never in my life again.

That's kinda what I am thinking, because it is real,
my life this moment just a digital diary,
truth now gets again unveiled,
Acceptance a mere principle of moments never to fail.

Years of Life Lay to Waste ~ MobiusTripz ~ Lyrics

Our years of life shared lay to waste,
you lost trust when you would not communicate,
carrnal knowledge shared you me betrayed,
lies and deceit you imagined you changed fate.


Chorus:

ever feel like you got kicked in the gut,
blood dripping from your nose and lips,
teeth broken knuckles swollen high rollin bastardized,
lies and lies and lies, mere illusions these your lies.



Slippin forward in time a moment by a moment again,
lost in myself making music chatting up friends,
trying to heal, you thinkin neglected, ran and ran with sin,
and hurt me again, after again, after yet again.

The past is coming to catch,
the wicked ways of my youth,
you cheating on me such real life proof,
for once again i was pure and true reality says we are through.




Chorus:

ever feel like you got kicked in the gut,
blood dripping from your nose and lips,
teeth broken knuckles swollen high rollin bastardized,
lies and lies and lies, mere illusions these your lies.




guinness sustain me my irish loaf of both body and bread,
lend me chocolate tobacco overtones and tear away such pain,
only for this evening  because my life aint no game,
your laugh hurt, when i asked you to not laugh, yet you laughed again.

awash in sick sin, you delighted again,
to what end, laughed and spit in my face yet again,
this time saliva not in the equation,
i always feel it with this gut turning impatience.

aint my broken back enough, disentigrating spine, yet i walk,
perhaps to pay the piper one day to walk the speak you talked,
yet pain in waves peppered with sparkling life we shared,
now gone and fleeting like a swift wapocoma hawk.

Hurt and lost, to love is to hurt, and to lay yourself open, to hurt more,
to give the heart away with no defense, vulnerable i have been,
but the truth set you and me free, time and time again,
there is no life for us and i cannot live in foundations of sin.




Chorus:

ever feel like you got kicked in the gut,
blood dripping from your nose and lips,
teeth broken knuckles swollen high rollin bastardized,
lies and lies and lies, mere illusions these your lies.



Compartmentalize, control, regroup,
the time is gone forever now not able to recoup,
the heart of love now an evil militaristic sinister sinful coup,
i've been here before times too many quite a few.

the cost just mere time,
in all quite the best of my entire life, and before the lie,
so hurt set aside, trust again never with romance you but still friend,
we are cut from the same cloth you and me in the end.

my message is love and reducing the hurt and pain i have known,
be it placed upon self or what others have sown,
intentions in life not always the path to truth and light,
glad truth has found me again still i live to another day for truth and love fight.




Chorus:

ever feel like you got kicked in the gut,
blood dripping from your nose and lips,
teeth broken knuckles swollen high rollin bastardized,
lies and lies and lies, mere illusions these your lies.

I fight for my soul, your soul, wrong we did we each know,
i ask for forgiveness Almighty to learn from these lessons,
love again shall call again and beckon,
harder as cold forged steel getting tougher and better then ever glisten!




Chorus:

ever feel like you got kicked in the gut,
blood dripping from your nose and lips,
teeth broken knuckles swollen high rollin bastardized,
lies and lies and lies, mere illusions these your lies.

thanks for the love we shared,
i always cared,
the love of my life lost now despair,
me capricorn you my opposite hemisphere.

i will miss you sparkles