MEETING A STRANGER...MAKING A FRIEND ~ A Poem from my old site ~ circa 1996 / 2001

MEETING A STRANGER...MAKING A FRIEND



MEETING A STRANGER...MAKING A FRIEND.

WHO ARE YOU,
NOT WHO I REMEMBER,
SO COLD YOU ONCE WERE,
NEVER TENDER.

A MEAN, WICKED, HATEFUL ONE,
HURTING FROM INSIDE OUT,
YOU HATED YOURSELF,
HATED YOUR SELF WITHOUT A DOUBT.

HURT THOSE AROUND YOU TOO,
SO CALLOUS, COLD AND ANGRY,
WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT GUY I KNEW,
HE’S NOT LOOKING BACK AT ME.

THIS NEW GENT LOOKS YOUNGER,
SMILES A LITTLE TOO,
I SEE PEACE IN HIS EYES,
LIKE THE FIGHT WITHIN IS THROUGH.

AND HIS EYES ARE DEEP AND FULL OF LIFE,
NOT GLOSSY LIKE BEFORE,
WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS GENT I SEE,
I DO NOT KNOW HIM ANYMORE.

BUT, I LIKE MY NEW FRIEND,
I KNOW HE MEANS WELL,
IT’S JUST IN HIS EYES,
THAT’S HOW I CAN TELL.

WELL I HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN,
AND SOON I REALLY DO HOPE,
PLEASE DO NOT RETURN WITH THE OTHER FELLOW,
HE SURE WAS A DOPE……...

THEN I SMILED AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR, AND WENT ON MY WAY.

HARD TO FATHOM ~ A Poem I Wrote on September 11, 2001 ~ 9-11-2001

Hard To Fathom

Still hard to fathom, 

The utter shock of it all, 

Terrorists bombed New York, 

And Washington D.C., 

I watched the trade towers fall. 

Airplanes full of fuel, 

For cross country flight, 

Used as weapons of destruction, 

America spent a sleepless night. 

Do not be angry with God, 

For he did not commit this act, 

It was spiritually sick people, 

They chose free will, and that’s a fact. 

And please do not be racist, 

Because it will be to no avail, 

This is not a races responsibility, 

And racism is doomed to fail.

 

Practice love and tolerance, 

It starts here, right at home, 

Love all of god’s children, 

Not leaving an unturned a stone. 

I love all my brother’s, 

And all my sister’s alike, 

Makes no matter their religion, 

And skin tone no reason to fight.

 

We are all god’s children, 

Together we must survive, 

So let’s practice principles together, 

For peace on earth, we now must strive. 

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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 ~ 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

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