No Beguile ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz

My mind a mangled mess,
my pain I now confess,
arguing with my father such duress,
he argues back we each need rest.

Mother we all miss you so,
from this pain healing slow,
emotions tossed too and fro,
equal highs with as many lows.

Traveled 800 miles in a few days,
we said good-bye a final time at your grave,
life is a twisted mystery maze,
alcoholic blur blinded with haze.

I am weak and hide behind facades,
tomorrow a mystery forward I plod,
please help my family lift us up God,
tired yet awake when instead I should nod.

Electric pain stimulates me past sense,
been a long time since I felt this dense,
tired of hurtful good-byes good riddance,
emotional words slurred and minced.

Family and friends so many smiles,
worn and tired traveled so many miles,
and days since you left yet no peace beguiled,
almost several times on my phone you I dialed.

My dear Mother I miss you so...

Our Chosen Day ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz

Pondering the meaning of this journey,
and my family so deep I do love,
Grace and Faith have always carried me,
together stronger we embrace when times are tough.

Watching a loved one readying to embark,
while slowly from the slip sailing further away,
crossing the bar as so many loved ones before,
on this path we each shall navigate when it to is our chosen day.

Stretched ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

I have been stretched too thin, time and time again, living on the edge and living in sin, what's it means to lose and what's it mean to win?

The lunatic fringe never has really an end, you just keep rewinding in life and living it over and over again, and the lunatic fringe eventually becomes your friend, and then you start to wonder is there really ever any end? 

Never really matters if there is an end, you have to live in this moment of reality not pretend, making this lunatic edge this fringe your friend, looking towards the future never looking towards the end.

I do not really have much to say my friends, I wish more advice I will always have to lend, but when this is all over and I press send, so up to you all what you want to do till the end.

chorus:

Practice and practice and practice, until you thoughts become elastic, there are no dreams too ultimately drastic, it's time to live this life fantastic.

The past mistakes I will mend, making it up to all of you my friends, and with new beginnings and more new ends, brings futures of new beginnings with no ends.

Repeat chorus, repeat chorus

I love you all like you are my own kin, and I've lived my life the way it's been, I'm blessed to have you all as my friends, blessed to have you all as my friends.

Repeat chorus, repeat chorus

You're all my kin, I love you until the end, my life is what I've lived that I offer until the end...
friend, friend, friend.

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.