ION ~Lyric Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

Competition, recognition, a fueled life, needs new ignition.

Inspiration, perspiration, concentration, fascination.

And what fruit forward will spring, what inspiration shared on this string, until the end of freedom I sing, and to the sleeping I hope it stings.

Inspiration, perspiration, concentration, fascination.

Competition, recognition, a fueled life, needs new ignition.

Alone ~ Lyric Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

Alone, and cold to the bone, and cold as a stone, a king with no throne.

Alone, and into the future I look, seeking wisdom within books, and lines that will keep my mind hooked.

Alone, pondering what has been and what will be, in the future in my mind I can see, my calling destiny.

Alone, looking forward and never passed, my dreams always outlast, the darkness upon me cast.

Alone, still as cold as a stone, still chilled to the bone, looking forward to not being alone.

Alone, I sit still and thought, deep pondering that can't be bought, Bright Futures always sought.

Alone, it's only temporary at best, at worst with words its off my chest, these thoughts I now confess.

Alone, peace shall prevail, and in my body I stay still, and together my loved ones we will prevail.

and after this was posted, here is a reply by my friend Gilbert Valpraio...

I always have my dreams, my ambitions, my hopes, my memories and my prayers for others to keep me company.

For some, these are strange bed fellows but for me, they provide much warmth and comfort. They remind me of my humble position in this universe as well as my unlimited potential to move the universe.

I never go quietly in into the night for the night belongs to me.
It is when I control my reality and get to enjoy the company within.

God I love the night.

(For you Steve Swygert)

There is no substitute fro afine friend with a brilliant mind...thanks Gil !!!

Last Night's Dream ~ A True Dream...to add to my book, "Mars and Beyond "

This was a real life dream and I will incorporate it into my book...

I was at my folk's home in Alexandria, Virginia.

My body hurt from the work on my 1989 F150, and my broken back ached, neck hurt, please let me avoid the certain fusion so suggested, and my hands ached and were swollen...sleep was not at all coming easy on this night, and so I dreamt...deep dreams of exciting happenstance...could it be real ?

Was I just another military experiment as a civilian, an extension of my own Father's brilliant career...just like Gilbert...two West Point brats ???

I was a civilian soldier in this dream, and after some kind of mission, of which I could not remember, I was being given a physical, so I thought.

It is all still a bit of a blur, but as it comes back to me, it is as clear as a bell and my vision of these events is perfect...as if real.

How could "they" know me better then I knew myself, or did they ?

First, as I stood in line, a sexy nurse said Mr. Swygert...Mr. Swygert...and as I finally paid attention to tis beautiful distraction, I got a needle that injected me in my lip...real deep like novacaine at the dentist, but this was on the outside and it offered no pain relief.

Instead of taking me farther away, in my mind I knew clarity, but my body wandered further towards oblivion...however, I am of strong will and sharp wit and asked what this was and why they wanted to control me...

I was then taken from this line and brought into another room...several sexy nurses were there, as these beautiful women were thought to be my weakness...my distraction...

I was shot up in each arm several times...and the further my body betray me, the more my mind had clarity.

I at first purposely flirted with them each, pretending to be distracted and thanking them for their help which I needed..they were cordial but cold.

I asked them would I get a CD of my medical records and treatment from this day, as I was tired but knew I was feeling better...but under this guise I was hoping to find out what it was that was happening to me...why were they treating me like this ?

The more my body betrayed me the more clarity I had in my mind and vision. At the same time the more defiant the nurses, and then doctors became.

I could feel that I had knowledge that they did not understand, and the more drugs they injected the sharper I became above and beyond their with...I told them they were helping me, give me more...I can handle it and I am feeling better then ever...

I was more lucid and stronger then ever in every aspect.

I distinctly knew I was a Manchurian Candidate and that I must remember this when I awoke next...and so I am writing this now...perhaps this will be useful when I am off to Mars with Gilbert...

I recall this now, finally, half a day later as I record the addresses to send thank you cards to after my Mother's death...like a robot recording data for a future action...brainless and programmed.

What will happen next ?...

The genetic changes were happening at a quicker pace then ever, ad I was my own evolution...an experiment...but an exciting experiment...I could see all of the universe and knowledge was mine and abundant...but why did I not control my own destiny?...or did I now finally ?

Primordial Soup ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz

a drop of water simple elements,
bound with life intent very relevant,
who else could design such elegance,
i suggest god with  his higher most diligence.

and furthermore life awash and adrift,
through the cosmos we search and sift,
we are special in which we live this rift,
and scoff to think it not a gift.

chromosones and dna a helicoil chain of life,
married amino acids a chemical bath our wife,
a programmed code not perfect with strife,
happenstance that can lift so high...

heaven...life, before the lift off so perfect,
angels watching over, living within, each so perfect,
chemistry, physics, science and mathematics so perfect,
why do we deny that which is perfect?

we are all perfect song in synchronicity,
vibrating as we change with longevity,
what i was once before i will always again so be,
each you all my family tree...

exploding in the cosmos in fast forward...
all a family of primordial cosmosial soup,
each from the same singularity,
look for differences no more...

we are and have always been and will always be one...

Division only illusion.

Vagabond Knight ~ Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

My heart is eclipsed in renewing love, no shadow of spirit shall ever again be cast, the Light it shines brighter then ever my beacon, Faith is eternal and forever forward will always last.

A sweet kiss goodbye on your forehead I sealed with my lips, and a promise I make unto thee, to further spread goodwill to men, while smashing misery.

I am from two families melded, with Knights as far back as time has always dripped, and from the sweetest chalice, my soul so blessed has always sipped.

Somewhere before I knew myself, I knew a million years before, I have a calling of great depth and honor, it is the nucleus of my core.

I have walked every road up and back again, and appeared a wretch at times, and watched every single action around me, even when under the weather of the wine.

Duty is reporting back what it is I have found, and sharing with the brilliant minds what matters, when most others carelessly run away, and in fear panic and scatter.

Honor cannot claim but other I know close certainly have, but soon I know I will see it and have it once again in my grasp.

Country is what I love, and it is another reason I live, to protect freedom and promote promise, for so many others to share the promise of this gift.

I judge not, lest be judged, for you do not know quite who I am, but I will say for certain, four horsemen are a riding, as I watch over this land.

Who Am I ?

Just another Vagabond Knight...

Slipping Away ~ Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

The last sun sets never to rise again,
retinal images fade away into dusk,
last breath drawn under ashen skin,
into the after life we each shall be so thrust.

Spirit which now rises so easily and light,
beauty and youth now renewed sweet genesis,
never a sweeter angel then my Mother has flown,
when today I gave her my last goodbye kiss.

Shakespeare born and passed this day too,
an artists farewell always right on cue,
with every element so offered in life perfectly illustrated,
like so many slings and arrows... always true.

I bid you adieu my sweet beloved Mother dear,
and through so many you still always shall live,
your art you shared and lives so touched, your family,
perfection multi-faceted many masterpieces... your gift.

...and this day and forward I celebrate your life in strength,
until my sun sets too...
and on my day as with others in time,
I'll be back by your side with you.

The Lap of Luxury ~ MobiusTripz ~ Lyric / Poetry

The lap of luxury... all too oft the devil in disguise !!!,
... deceive he will with his timely lies,
all the various ways he tries,
the illness taken a slow demise.