A Will You Sell Your Soul O ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

At
the crossroads baby...
here I finally really am...
and fuck yeah they are for real.

Will you sell your soul ?... tell me baby... will you sell your soul?

The devil needs an answer and awaits my return in hell.
So what now do you saith?

Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?

It sure is a lot of fun going on may way back on down...so what's that answer baby?...will you sell your soul baby? will you sell your soul?

I really need that answer because the Devil has to know, I said he has to know.
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?

I will show you fame and fortune, just take my hands let's go... the Devil needs answer fast, so... Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?

I kind of like my job you know and I thought so many other ways I would roll,
and once I was confronted with this question that asked, ... Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?

 ... and now I am a reaper who makes trouble on his way,
its a deal I made with the devil which started yesterday,
so,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?

...and I thought I had eternity but now it owns me so,
sometimes you would like to rest with peace and knowledge that you never sold your soul.

So,...

Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?

The Devil he is awaiting but first sniff this and smile for a picture over there,
and on your way play this guitar and let me know an answer quick because the Devil wants to know...

Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?

You think you can outsmart him but dark is always there well before the light,
as He sets the stage for agony and all this fucking hate,
and the stages of pain and hate fiery whitish red hot red irate,
you wonder just what your beckoned fate,
a red glows all around your aura permanent real now state.

I really need an answer fast so hurry and finish this song,
and so smooth now whoops look silly me I slit your throat,
I love my new job and the way you blood red gurgled.
when you hit that perfect singing high impeccable unsuspecting note.

You sang so much like your life depended upon it,
and it most certainly did,
and now your answer you waited to long to offer me to deliver to him,
while in the meantime your soul I had to now permanently rid.

So,...

Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul? tonight...

Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?

It's too late for you now the clock it always ticks for me,
I collect souls and yours I took you gave it for so easy and so free.

So idiotic and confident,
that ego that you carried,
tomorrow friends stand all around,
while your body does get buried.

Its all over now the ride could have lasted,
but you chose the shorter version instead,
all you had to do was stop listening,
to the crazy voices in your head asking,
...

Will you sell your soul? tonight...
Will you sell your soul?
 ??? ???
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?

??? ??? ???

Adios,
Amig ~
O

~ another ~

CreepTember Presents

 short story

Sweet Guitar ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ Mobiustripz

Sweet guitar how I love you so, 
when I can express my soul, 
and sweet guitar sometimes your a struggle, 
we dance both to and fro. 

Sweet guitar you have been my friend so long, 
as integral to me as my bones, 
sweet guitar sometimes when we play, 
I feel like its you I have never known. 

Sweet guitar thanks for your love, 
thanks for resonating my passionate soul felt sounds, 
sweet guitar sometimes I fail you in music, 
and sounding no good I should be thrown to the hounds. 

Sweet guitar I dream of those synchronous times, 
when you are an extension of my heart body soul and mind, 
sweet guitar I will always play you with desire,
as we struggle together until the end of time.

Cycles ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

Cycles... cycles...cycles...

I am tired of weeping and ready for sleeping when the time so surely does appear,
times have been tough I need all of your all's love, 
and so close I need you each near. 

I keep on trying to push away that help so offered, 
so I can be miserable and all alone,
it seems this disease of death is contagious and alone I should keep it, 
until in time I turn to stone. 

Then ashes to ashes or dust to dust we return and cycle back through, 
no matter what any of this means in the final product, 
I have best shared my love completely with each and all of you. 

Today so thankful for love in my life, 
and healing as you each help me to further refine what it is that exactly is me,
you lift this old spirit and breathe life deep back within it, 
it is this spirit within thankful to you each that finally I may from myself now be. 

Set free, set free... 
Dear Lord keep me out of my own way may I now thrive as I pray... 
again and at last set free... 
let me now at peace and in this vessel remain a worker of good and performing your deeds...
from myself at last set free... 
set free... 
set free. 

The ego passes and falls away from this vessel,
now finally perfect a craft,
set free.

Joseph "Joe" Caputo White House Fence Jumper Captain Caputo

I created a fictional character named Captain Caputo. Does he now live ? Is it possible??? Did I create Captain Caputo ~ now the notorious White House fence jumper ??? !!! ??? !!! ???

From a poem I authored years earlier, a comic book lover comes to life as " Captain Caputo " and jumps a fence at the White House to deliver some sort of a message... stay tuned and perhaps we will now what his message was as delivered.

Well, on Thanksgiving a reported comic book lover by the name of Joseph Caputo jumped a fence at the White House. Unfortunately, this type of act has become all too common in the news, at least as far as White House and an incident happening there being reported in the media.

So... look at this guys picture that day ! Look how he is dressed. All in red, white, and blue and loves comic books. So keep that in mind a second. No other news sources have even remarked on his clothing at all as I have read or seen during my research or watching of the news as I do daily.

ENTER

CAPTAIN CAPUTO

(all pictures credited in picture, Vanessa Pena, and taken from sited article at this link unless otherwise specified)

http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/white-house-fence-jumper-arrested-obamas-celebrate-thanksgiving/story?id=35434963


Maybe this is a hell of a stretch but I am a writer / poet / artist etc., and not very long ago I wrote a very well read poem which I will include below. I published it in July of 2013 and made a reference to " Captain Caputo ", a fictional character who took up a line in a stanza (which became the chorus for song lyric, as I write and record music as MobiusTripz which is also very well known internationally) of a poem describing frustration with a country falling apart, lots of plays on words, a little gun slinging and controversy, referencing the the mob as the government (in general for the poetic artistic license),  and just flat out common "shitery" taking place today all described with poetic license.

So who knows what his "manifesto" states that he threw (in the form of a notebook) after he jumped over the fence ( the "news" keeps referring to as a fucking wall !!! ), raised his arms after the throw, and then celebrated his pure and utter stupidity while on lookers watched shocked, took pictures and video,  all while the Secret Service started their maneuvers towards him, which he made simple by immediately laying down after about one minute.

So again, all in red white and blue clothing, draped in an American flag cape, and star spangled shoes, he felt compelled to perform this idiotic feat and deliver his message. He loved comic books, as reported, must have obviously read my poem one day and then started dreaming like I do at times, and decided to make my character I wrote of come to life... my guess is some marijuana is involved too, but it is purely a hunch.

Well, he is certainly an idiot and he is certainly a comic book character come to life as Captain Caputo (my character),... but I designed this character and his actions are my poem incarnate !!!

I have actually been discussing ideas for a character and an animated  movie or comic strip with another artist friend of mine. Perhaps we now have an answer and we shall just stick to my character as I have already designed him.

Well, ok...see the imagination at work, and Lord knows he gave me a great one, but really... could it be possible?

Think about it !!!

Here is my poem... July 14, 2013 ~ you can see the date at my link

http://mountainmaryland.blogspot.com/2013/07/tears-runneth-over-hit-high-road-lyric.html

Tears Runneth Over Hit the High Road 

~ Lyric / Poetry ~ 

MobiusTripz

July 14, 2013

Never ceasing
And never easing
Charades displeasing
Sinister fleecing

Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo

Nerves on fire
Eyes welling up
Tears runneth over
Life so corrupt

Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo

Never ceasing
And never easing
Charades displeasing
Sinister fleecing

Nerves on fire
Eyes welling up
Tears runneth over
Life so corrupt

Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo

Lock and load
Its time to roll
Go with the flow
Go with the flow

Nerves on fire
Eyes welling up
Tears runneth over
Life so corrupt

Capitalism caput
Fukk’en capo de capo
Captain Caputo
Mockery saludo

Lock and load
Its time to roll
Go with the flow
Hit the high road

Hit the high road
Hit the high road
Its time to roll
Lock and load

Lock and load
Lock and load

http://genius.com/Mobiustripz-tears-runneth-over-hit-the-high-road-lyrics

Here are some other pictures...

CAPTAIN CAPUTO BEFORE THE EVENT

Come Springtime

Come springtime it will have been two years past and yet I still feel as though my breath escapes me from the hurt and pain. The now forever absent and forever void space often seemingly growing only lager when I am looking only for healing and even finding it often and with ease... this pain is massive and consuming. but yeah... I am all good man...it's fucking o.k.,... I will get over it like I always do... Well, there is no getting over this... it's growing spiritually larger then this and that is the only way to cope with loss, and so I relinquish my tight grip I do hold on youth and take another large step towards the graying of the forties. 

MobiusTripz ~ Digital Art

The Edge of Crazy - Lyric/Poetry - MobiusTripz

Time to get my thing on,

Gotta get my game on,

Distinguished clothes my name on,

Away I separate,

Always again it's game on.

Wavy up and down vapor hazy,
got my groove on feeling purple crazy,
chill super duperblastic lazy,
so good on the edge of nuttin' crazy.

Toes curling up,

About to bust my nut,

I'm getting crazy all caught up,

I think I'm falling into your love.

Gotta get my thing on,

Time to get my game on,

Rich with clothes my name on,

Away I separate,

Always again it's game on.

Wavy up and down vapor hazy,
got my groove on ice creamy gravy,
chill super duperblastic elastic tastic lazy,
so good on the edge of bustin' crazy.

Toes curling up,

bout' to bust my nut,

I'm getting crazy all caught up,

I'm falling deeoer into your love.

Wavy up and down vapor hazy,
got my groove on and feeling,
chill super duper fantastic,

purple pink blastic super chill lazy,
so good and barely hanging right on,

the edge of fucked up going crazy.

Notes:

Rap beat dance cut vibes bad ass chorus that cuts into your head hard !!!

Originally written earlier (months before or maybe yesterday...lol) this is the latest draft.