Saturday, June 23, 2012

ONE NATION UNDER GOD ~ A Poem I Wrote on September 11, 2001 ~ 9-11-2001


I wrote this (and two other poems) within the first fifteen minutes of the September 11, 2001 attacks.

I have copied these from my very old poetry site, which is an old geocities site ( now restored to a degree).

I was about a mile from the Pentagon on that fateful day.

My Father, a Colonel, had worked there for a great part of his career, as well as my just very recently at the time ex-Father in Law, both highly dedicated men to their country and family.

My ex-Father in law was even scheduled to have a meeting there that morning, which had been canceled, as I was told much later by my then estranged wife.

We had not spoken for a while at that point in time, but all barriers come crashing down when a real threat transpires.

Lessons from that day forth are quite difficult to quantify with words, other then to simply say, no matter your point of view pertaining to those events on that day, life has just quite simply never been the same.

This was a day of deep hurt and pain for me and a catalyst to me personally to rethink my life's values and aspirations.



ONE NATION UNDER GOD




WE STAND ONE NATION UNDER GOD,
UNITED AGAIN WE ARE,
FOREVER WILL WE REMAIN THIS WAY,
UNITED WIDE AND FAR.

TRAGEDY HAS STRUCK A CHORD,
DEEP INTO OUR SOULS,
ONE NATION UNDER GOD,
OUR FUTURE NOW UNFOLDS.

TOGETHER WE STAND,
UNITED WE ARE,
LIKE AN EAGLE WE WILL FLY,
TOGETHER WE STAND,
UNITED WE ARE,
OUR COLLECTIVE SPIRIT WILL NEVER DIE.

TOGETHER WE MUST REBUILD,
A SPIRIT OF HOPE FOR ALL MANKIND,
STRONGER NOW IN SPITE OF TRAGEDY,
TOGETHER, PEACE WE WILL FIND.

A PLACE DEEP INSIDE OF OUR SOULS,
WHERE FATE AND DESTINY BLEND,
THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING,
OUR SPIRIT GROWING STRONGER WILL NEVER END.

TOGETHER WE STAND,
UNITED WE ARE,
LISTEN AND YOU WILL HEAR,
TOGETHER WE STAND,
UNITED WE ARE,
A NATION WITH NOTHING TO FEAR.

WE AMERICANS NEVER MOVE BACKWARDS,
WE CHERISH AND EMBRACE OUR EXPERIENCE,
COMING CLOSER TOGETHER AND WORKING,
WE THE PEOPLE, AT FREEDOM’S DEFENSE.

OUR PATRIOTISM SECOND TO NONE,
WE ARE TOGETHER STANDING TALL,
BRAVE LIKE OUR NATIONAL SYMBOL THE EAGLE,
RISING TO THE OCASION, WAY ABOVE ALL.

TOGETHER WE STAND,
UNITED WE ARE,
LEND YOUR HELPING HAND,
TOGETHER WE STAND,
UNITED WE ARE,
AMERICA NOW MAKES ITS' STAND.

FAITH IN GOD IS WHAT WE NEED,
IT WILL CARRY US THROUGH,
PRAY FOR HEALING, AND FOR GRACE,
AND ASK WHAT CAN YOU DO.

MAKE NEW FRIENDS, HELP YOUR NEIGHBOOR,
CARRY GOD'S MESSAGE OF LOVE,
WORKING TOGETHER, LIVING WITH HIS SPIRIT,
ONLY THEN WILL WE RISE ABOVE.

TOGETHER WE STAND,
UNITED WE ARE,
WE WILL SHOW THE WORLD, AND LEAD THE WAY,
TOGETHER WE STAND,
UNITED WE ARE,
LETS ALL HOLD HANDS, NOW….PRAY.

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The Pentagon, Shanksville, Pennsylvania, New York, New York ~ September 11, 2001 

Same Old Filthy Choices ~ MobiusTripz ~ Lyrics

i pray for a soul as sorry as you,
to nothing you have ever been true,
you leave a path of love and family so blue,
like a viral sickly spreading flu.

you must like pain and misery,
a drug addict whore abusive criminal history,
black and blue you have beaten me,
to the core mentally, spiritually and physically.

chorus:

forget not that I am strong,
we all pay for what we do so wrong,
once i wrote for you a love song,
your choice instead is to live amidst a wicked sinister evil throng.

stupidity, you have honed as an art and skill,
selfish you seek at others expense personal thrill,
legal weed, heroin now?, do yourself you want to kill?
your sister minion, a train passing easy suicide, pop another fucking pill.

i try to awaken you as you have awakened me,
perhaps your truly to blind to see,
you run towards the bad to the Nth degree,
learn to walk the talk you talk so hypocritically do so free.


chorus:

forget not that I am strong,
we all pay for what we do so wrong,
once i wrote for you a love song,
your choice instead is to live amidst a wicked sinister evil throng.

drugs and alcohol condemn a soul to hell,
i know i have been there so I can tell,
do you count the times you have fallen when next time you fell,
caught in such a twisted wicked sinister spell.

these words i type with both hurt and love,
i will communicate what i always must,
you stay silent and do not try, and lie, and slowly rust,
away into the dark black silent lonely dusk.


chorus:

forget not that I am strong,
we all pay for what we do so wrong,
once i wrote for you a love song,
your choice instead is to live amidst a wicked sinister evil throng.

so sad i will not participate or help any more,
to love you hurts more then i can afford,
think these thoughts when you next awake from the floor,
or try to score, or act the whore, sick to the core.

do you not see the blessings you have and had,
are you so jaded green lost in your twisted path,
push away family and the ones who love you you trash,
run run away run away further push hard and real fast.


chorus:

forget not that I am strong,
we all pay for what we do so wrong,
once i wrote for you a love song,
your choice instead is to live amidst a wicked sinister evil throng.

i will no longer condone your sickness in my proximity,
i will not hear your tongue of lies speak so deviously,
i will not feel your knife behind my back when you speak so ignorantly,
i will not lose my friends and family, as you have done yourself, i will not do to me.

i tried harder for you then i do for myself,
i tried so hard i placed my own life on the death shelf,
i tried so hard to love you with your hurt it further killed my health,
i tried, but you choose to choose instead of me your same old filth.















Hair Trigger Angry Love~ MobiusTripz ~ Lyrics

Hair Trigger Angry Love

twisted lies you weave,
putrid actions yours like disease,
you lied and cheated on me,
i cast you out now i'm free.

sinister sick slovenly slothful bitch,
you act a whore because your selfish itch,
plant now my huge hammer fist,
upset hair trigger fires with the slightest twitch.

chorus:

ungreatful soul you have, stay away,
never i want to talk or see you another day,
hear these furious words i've gone mad and say,
good bitch, good bitch, good bitch, now stay,
away!!!

family will not speak to you,
in many eyes your seen as through,
why do you do the things you do,
i was never anything but in love and good to you.

trashed my house one upon a time,
cell phone in my head a scar left a line,
blood trickled down my face as i tried,
to console your wicked possessed devious lies.


chorus:

ungreatful soul you have, stay away,
never i want to talk or see you another day,
hear these furious words i've gone mad and say,
good bitch, good bitch, good bitch, now stay,
away!!!

drugs alcohol and sick sex you crave,
your a wicked hypocritical slave,
go ahead and have it your way,
you your own worst enemy that you betray.

my freedom rings loud and clear,
true truth seekers like me you shall fear,
you live these words for all to hear,
your not even worth my wasted tear.


chorus:

ungreatful soul you have, stay away,
never i want to talk or see you another day,
hear these furious words i've gone mad and say,
good bitch, good bitch, good bitch, now stay,
away!!!

away
away
away













Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Profit or Prophet ~ Lyrics ~ MobiusTipz ~ Gone Mad

Sell your soul to make a profit,
offers that which heals and be a prophet,
in business the bottom line is the profit,
but truth is seen and told forward by a prophet.

I Tithe for spiritual profit,
tithe a principle offered by a prophet,
life can be the cost of a profit,
life is always offered forever more by a prophet.

Numbers usually indicating a profit,
words summed and then musical sung like a prophet,
what today will you do to profit,
what does that mean when said by a prophet?

Sell yourself short lose profit,
redeem yourself in light of the prophet,
in the red you are gone mad no profit,
all colours clear seen through the eyes of the prophet.

SINS ~ never offered by a true prophet!



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





Saturday, June 9, 2012

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!