Thief In the Night - Lyric / Poetry -MobiusTripz

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

These thoughts incessantly melding,
Muddling, muttering, meandering,
Shards of larger also equally shattered thoughts,
like sub atomic bantering and babbling.

Is it all really elephant talk?
Or is it chemicals like particles,
Pieces getting caught up is the neural circuitry,
perhaps clogging a synapse,
these mechanical aspects all really got me thinking and on my toes,
faster and faster everything starts to rev and really go,
the body it's nerves and the thoughts all manic on overdrive,
I roll, I roll, I roll.

I'm going down now for the count,
trying best to hide my pursuit,
but even everyone else can tell,
when your after the dragon,
a chase to only use and abuse,
remaining always confounded, confused,
a concoction always awaits your grave,
always a moment away,
Always fucking calling you.

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

It echos in the mind and it's origin is,
the inner most corner,
deep down and in the wet black cold sickly place of eternal depression,
and still it yet dares to promise you,
some romantic Interlude,
from these pits of fiery hell in which so residing,
So, ridiculously so because it feels so "lick my clit orgasmic fuck reality good"!

Let's use!

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

I think I may be coming to,
and if I am I swear I'm done and through,
since age 16 now black an blue,
chasing the dragon right on cue,
one more time is when you lose,
families, kids, brothers, sisters, parents, lives all shattered,
know ahead what's lays on that chosen other side,
exercise your better wisdom upon others death,
and do not partake,
for taken you shall be,
in an instant these thefts.

This thief in the night !

Rocket flight to out of sight mental fantasies,
Through city streets copping dope I chase sweet misery,
I think I love her so,
and she does love my company,
My heart just stopped,
Narcan quick please,
for I  have an appointment to cop at 3.

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

These thoughts incessantly melding,
Muddling, muttering, meandering,
Shards of larger also equally shattered
thoughts,
sub atomic babbling and bantering.

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

Fuck I'm 45...
What happened man,
How am I still alive?

And On Listening To The Universe - Poetry -

Everything just a record,
Of what was and what if,
All knowledge over event horizons,
That data still persists.

I am the observer,
Reporting back to my "Mother the Universe",
All systems are go down here,
The times back then were never like now so desperate the worst.

Inside a tree,
These rings and these chemicals,
And all encoded a snapshot of instants all compiled,
All utilized as a tool to process past and future signals.

It's all communication with the data,
From where do you observe and who so report,
All just servants while observing,
Be truthful don't distort.

Sometimes they think themselves smartest,
And get so far ahead while erasing traces,
Piling up houses and more money so simply,
Robbed our nation blind right in front of our faces.

I watched it right before my very eyes,
You would never believe all the things that seen and heard have I,
So recorded somewhere along that way,
I leave paintings, songs, love, friendship, letters, publishings, posts and hope.

All somewhere recorded in spacetime, this data too.

Right now I'm with you there as you sense this message,
and even though gone perhaps eons or longer, so long it's hard to believe true,
I once watched it all in life,
just the same now like you.

We are all just angels on flight across a massive universe together,  always and forever, happening yesterday, tomorrow and right now.

Determine your fate as have those before you that believe within in doing what is right.

Soar to the loftiest of heights of fulfillment and understand the equilibrium that shall indeed come too, and prepare to be strong to ensure survival under such dire and often wicked attacks, in any respect, always be careful to the heights in which you experience an environment and you have to know your range perfectly.

Act not from a place ever of ignorance!

Spend resources on the healthiest of foods your body to be and/or your fuel, and spare no expense here ever when so possible.

Always heed to greater wisdom with gentle respect yet still always guarded and at once ready to pounce and annihilate another if so a greater balance now shall must surely exist if the need to react should arise.

Eliminate evil and tolerate it not at anytime. As it survives a moment it gains a thousand more and must therfore be immediately smote.

It is time to choose?

What is your choice?

That's what I report from over here,
A flight in a 48 year old model that's hanging tough,
has some genetic issues to iron out as a beta model,
It's really been quite tough.

Most of this species is quite selfish,
And I have seen where others would turn away and let a friend perish,
Waste is rampant and filth is seemingly acceptable,
There is a massive lack of respect to the orb on which they spin in orbit and seem unwilling at all to ever share it.

It's getting cloudy and shaky and weaker for myself each day,
The mental fluctuations are probably circuits nutrient deficient,
Damaged and wallowing I hear Alice in Chains  inside my mind,
It's time to depart to another destination and start once again anew.

I am art manifest a communicator of the universe,
A spirit in light trapped here for now each all staying as projected,
Until one day that projection altars (play on words) paths and unset from stone Am I,
What would you do to change the program anytime until perfectly selected?

What if I had seen it all before and said that that exact time always exists,
and it's right now to pick what's perfectly projected,
And programmed now as we guild this craft our art an action in motion on a canvas spacetime,
It's all that's logical rational and in life is any longer accepted.

Manifest reality!

Be at once always flexible,
remain dynamic and evolve to further observe and even carry forth the message,
All just nano devices inside of an experiment more radical then any thing of your dreams or desires,
We exist inside an even larger Collider but that so progressive a statement may be too strong, or just simply, quite presage.

Are You OK ?

The funniest times in life are when people ask if you are okay with real concern, and right then and right there it's when you know you are on that cutting edge or you are out there absolutely undeniably insane and living now a set of defined rules designed by others inside of a bubble in spacetime floating along while reality says all of it, most of which we know nothing about, scientifically speaking in quantitative physics could possibly be purely an illusion, not real at all !!! and still I act as a child scared. It's now time to stand and live out loud !!! Hey, are you OK?

Sweet Jazz - A Poetic One Sided Conversation with Jazz

You like soft jazz baby?

Dipping strawberries in chocolate,

for your bursting red lusting lips, 

over here as we shed our clothes,

Let's in comfort as one now lay.

Champagne bubbling provocatively in a glass,

Let's read Shakespeare taking turns as always,

and spoon a little, and a lot so play.

Dancing on light waves I dream,

Naked bodies content perfectly in balance ,

I feel time stop forever when I am with you and here is where I'd like to stay.

Oh, you sensual vision of my dreams,

Smooth, sexy, silky, mistress of delight,

Always talking for my heart and soul, sweet jazz.

The Epiphany Is Me

My epiphany was dually pronged today and is that I am the Epiphany and everything that I am NOT is also.

What is an epiphany?

An epiphany (from the ancient Greekἐπιφάνεια, epiphaneia, "manifestation, striking appearance") is an experience of sudden and striking realization. Generally the term is used to describe scientific breakthrough, religious or philosophical discoveries, but it can apply in any situation in which an enlightening realization allows a problem or situation to be understood from a new and deeper perspective. Epiphanies are studied by psychologists^[1][2] and other scholars, particularly those attempting to study the process of innovation.^[3][4][5]

Epiphanies are relatively rare occurrences and generally follow a process of significant thought about a problem. Often they are triggered by a new and key piece of information, but importantly, a depth of prior knowledge is required to allow the leap of understanding.^[3][4][6][7] Famous epiphanies include Archimedes's discovery of a method to determine the density of an object ("Eureka!") and Isaac Newton's realization that a falling apple and the orbiting moon are both pulled by the same force.^[6][7][8]

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epiphany_(feeling)

Be Epiphany!

Explore and learn forever and seek ye a knowledge unquenchable, a foundation upon which to place wisdom for future spacetime may you stay always prepared forevermore.

Be a catalyst for change !

And on moving forward...

I chip away at my art steadily a sculptor, but more mentally then I ever do physically, and the physical work is enough truly to take you down for a few days even when in decent shape. But the mental, the obsession of the coming art I will make, yes always that coming art to make. I only look forward until when making I cast out art often through an introspective pasts examination like a rerun of decades ago, a decade a season typically, and I hope many more from which to draw on and share. So my question I have to answer for myself moving forward is where do I go that best supports my artistic endeavors and keeps me surrounded by other artists and how do I let crazy French passion not try to take me out ! ? ! ? !

Running Marathons

If, as other animals, we had to be in incredible shape to survive... do you think you should be in such great shape as much as in... always ready, at a moment's notice, to run a marathon?

My instinct says that is true and it amazes me what an organized mass of human beings can accomplish, much yet seemingly quite easily survive.

I once was fast like lightning and enjoyed sprinting in my youth. The distance runner I never was. I am under doctor orders to not run ;( ...not even on a treadmill. My spine and I shan't say more.

I am 48 and have a few of fiends that run marathons. My hat's off to you. I quit smoking after 20 years and anyone that says it does no damage is a complete idiotic moron! I may break those doctor's orders, as I am still rebellious and just want to have great aerobic exercise.

Introduce the bicycle, and my life starts to cycle back again, if I am lucky 96.

I'd quite like that, and a run or two, and to go to space... A few times if I don't just outright move.

And as I listen to Bowie and think as just as nutty as ever I wonder... if I could become my spirit manifest within the net like Tron, would I ???... and shed this failing vessel I drag along in a complete act?

Am I not already a projection of sorts? Just energy and light? Matter? Spacetime. Am I just data illuminated across many planes?

Does an animal, other then a human being, think anything like this at all? Look what we have done just organized even while still often slovenly. What we can achieve as a potential is amazing and perhaps incalculable however possible if we all are for just a moment in spiritual unison realizing we are all each another at different places in spacetime. Our spirit truly one.

What would you do if you found yourself in a movie theatre, realizing you had just watched your entire life you thought real?

What animals without human help live a fantastic and un-threatened existence while fat and out of shape like us? None I can think of. Not even close, but happy as can be as animals typically are.

Life, just marathons of light across spacetime, and we, just strange alien observers spinning along. Why are we even here?

1.618

The sacred geometry to a spiral galaxy but what of another type? Think of that over an Oreo Double Stuffed! Sugar, it does a brain good !!!