427 Fairlane - Poetry - circa 1985

As I sit at the stop light in my 1966 Fairlane I listen to the slope or I get out of the kitten from the awesome street cam My 427 cubic inch was built to the hilt and nobody could lay a finger on this car at any time.

The light turned green and I popped my baby into first and showed the sparkling 1986 Corvette my rear bumper and license plate saying you lose. Reading 1st gear at 2:40 I popped into second squealing my tires loudly as I was thrown into the back of my seat. I just wanted to share the Corvette that cubic inches will always rule the road and also have powerful my sleeping beauty was as I pulled farther away.

3rd gear I hit 120 and headed out to the highway as I pushed the car into 4th gear. The music was blaring as landscapes passed by quickly outside my windows.

I lost vision of the vet by now and went flying by a cop in a Monte Carlo SS so I flipped my license plate electronically to buy by and he didn't even try to chase me or if he did I couldn't even tell because he got farther and farther away in my rearview mirror.

The blower on my engine was screaming so I slowed to 100 and set cruise control Mike Reger spinning fast on my Goodyear Eagle VRS heading for the Florida sunshine took it all quite well.

As I pass cars and listen to my radar detector the Sun was shining off my gloss black paint job and my red interior was getting hot. I cracked the window to let some cool air come in and refresh the interior.

I was making excellent time as I thought about my perfect driving record. After all, how could I get a ticket if nothing could catch me? I glanced at the gas gauge that was nearing half. 740 horses under the hood too short to drink a lot of gas. Luckily I hooked up my auxiliary gas tank in the trunk so the extra 40 gallon should help a lot.

As it got dark I became tired so I will creek up and told him to drive for a while and not to set the cruise control higher than 100 because I wanted to get to Florida soon but not faster than any of the airlines. He just said yeah right real funny and took it up to 160. We were running at 7000 not bad. This was the fastest it is gone. On its twenty thousand mile 427 cubic inch Rick said well there will be there soon go to sleep and get some rest... In quotation marks.

So that's the basic I can edit this make a more detailed story in the REC reference there is my best friend in high school he graduated 1985 so that place is this before then even or maybe right at 1985 r6 mention the reference of the Monte Carlo SS I'm thinking 1986 SS I love very beautiful car but I'm a car lunapic as you can tell so very juvenile irritant but innocent and good fun and possible with the type of stuff I'm thinking engine was back in that day via crazy engine but it would be a race engine but I'd love to build still.

Just Thinking - High School Era Authored Short Story

No date - circa 1985

The Sun was out and I could smell hamburgers and hotdogs resting somewhere nearby.

As I sat on the edge the picnic table I was thinking about how I used to get decent grades and then how I was so much against drugs and alcohol.

I was a joke for three years in high school and I knew I was going to go to college. There were no two ways about it then reality struck and I realized I'm in A major slump.

My back was injured and I couldn't play football my senior year in high school, possibly my last chance to play organized ball. No problem I would be better in time for wrestling season. Well it still hurt and then and I was told my doctor not to Russell if I didn't want it to get worse. So I didn't. Then I look at my grades.

What happened to me in the last 2 years?

I may never wrestle competitively and I'm not going to a good college right away. I'm feeling pretty down right now but I'm the only one who understands what happened to. I know people look at me like I'm on drugs or something but I know I'm not, I've just hit rock bottom and can't get back up.

Everything I've attempted in the last 2 years I feel that, I can't even get a girlfriend I really care about. Worst of all the things I want to pursue my parents not really like.

It's my decision after all it's my life. I know they care and in the long run I won't let them down but right now it's time to get back to basics.

Go home and study on school nights, get plenty of sleep, and find something to do that I'm good at it to keep me in shape. These one sided conversations sure are depressing but you've got to take the time to think about priorities, right?

Maybe I just worry so much that I scare myself into doing bad. Well I've changed a lot lately some for worse and some for better. I've learned a lot from my stupid mistakes but now it's time to get up and find a motivation wherever it's hiding. Hopefully it's hiding behind this girl I want to go out with. I always wants to do well around her and tried to look my best so maybe that's where motivation is. I hope I find out soon because I'm sick of waiting. Well my friends are calling and it's time to get back to the real world.

As I walk over to all of them the cool grass use my tired feet. I sit at the picnic table and take a sip of coke. What a refreshing feeling as I revive my depressed body.

I begin to laugh to myself and realize things aren't that bad after all look at all my good friends out here with me enjoying themselves.

Just as I finish my hamburger I hear Brandon yell, quotation marks hey bub, let's go play some hacky sack. Quotation marks so I say okay...

57 Chevy - English class 6th grade April 10th 1984

When I'm cruising down the strip,

I like to know my car looks slick.

Gleaming chrome and elegant style,

It sure beats driving the junk pile.

Big black wheels on mags that go round,

And when peeling out you get that awesome sound.

At the stoplight a Porsche arrives,

I rev my engine way up high.

Pedal to the floor I'm a flying, now the driver of the Porsche starts crying.

To the gas station the last trip of the day,

The part I hate is the price of gas I have to pay.

Driving home to let my car rest,

So it can perform once again and be the best.

In the morning I feel Drive,

In my car will come alive!

Fishing - Poetry - July 5th, 1984 - age 16

July 5th 1984 - age 16

The air and water are quiet and still,

You're sitting patiently waiting to make the kill.

You feel a hit on the line,

And think to yourself it's all mine.

Here it comes your reeling it in,

Knowing you used the right combination.

There it is all silvery bright,

now isn't that a worthwhile site.

Just Leaving - Poetry / Lyric- MobiusTripz

June 30th 1984

I'd like to leave this place for a while, just go down the road and travel a few miles.

Hey relaxing journey to an unknown place, I'd like to be gone without a trace.

To wander aimlessly for a few days, almost lost... As if in a maze.

It's time to leave and go away, maybe I'll return in a few days.

Cool Breeze - poetry / lyric - mobiustripz

Cool breeze blow my way,

Since shivers up my back,

Its such a hot and humid day,

I could have a heart attack.

Refresh my body with your gentle touch,

Blow wildly through my hair,

Pick me up with you,

I don't really care.

I trust you will do no harm,

I've met you few times before,

Brought me on a journey,

It felt good to explore.

Notes:

I think upon further review from the note below perhaps just keeping it youthful and pure and simple as it is works well enough because after all the years now 2015 and I wrote this in 1987 and I sure do miss those yesteryears when things were so simple. I might just keep it fresh and keep it simple as it originally was, why mess with a good thing? It also shows growth through experience when compared to other things I've written that have changed so much over the years. I've never been able to stop writing doesn't matter what's going on in my life one thing as consistent as I'm writing.

Dated May 25th 1987 - do some final editing makeup into song lyric and use a decent first here for a chorus.

Eroding Slowly Away / Meaning of Value of Greater Things to Certainly Arrive - Poetry / Lyric - MobiusTripz

PAGE ONE:

I'm just a struggling man,

Struggling with a plan,

Seeking love of there so dear,

Hurting again I lose my choice to care.

Friends often to Barry for me,

I hear it from others as well,

When we all as a country are in such hurt,

all I hear them through dead silence,

Is the town's shining mission bell.

Edit to going

It's calling out a song of prayer,

but he seems to listen anymore,

turmoil has found its way once again,

Into my home, entering my own door.

I tried so hard to do what's right,

And keep us safe within,

So I can do my masters work,

The devil flying sneaks right in again.

Patience is tough when its tongue is unleashed,

Slicing like a broad sword with intent,

Different thoughts from different minds,

Deep division eroding away quickly what was once so content.

PAGE TWO:

I swing my sword with damage done,

I felt myself I must defend,

Perhaps I was in the wrong,

Just starting another end.

I felt hurt betrayed misunderstood,

All in the blink of an eye,

Do my ears deceive me,

I'm so upset no tears to cry.

I apologized with no response,

And still may never had been wrong at first,

Because my mind has become more forgetful,

Evil for me thirsts.

I study hard, and wise beyond my age,

And love with no regrets,

Emotions for my love on my sleeve,

This just makes no sense.

It's hard for me not to respond,

When I feel so needlessly attacked,

All because I forget,

Where to purchase the cheapest dog food at!

How does that look on the scales of justice?

It certainly is a drastic shift in balance,

Conceptually on a human playing it makes no common sense,

Often the picture of poor personality displayed,

Through senseless happenstance.

Hello nice it just a room apart,

To the love I desire to be my wife,

With no logical reason for their,

To be such a demonic strike.

Anger does no earthly good,

As I dive deeper into my work,

Escaping what I cannot understand,

Pen flying across the paper I try to stop my hurt.

All I can offer is my better half,

Is a prayer to God right now,

Graves of love dug deeper,

The Devils sinister plow.

Lord hear my world words as always,

Repair our hearts and souls with love,

I love so much I should ever miss a minute passed,

without fiance my angel my sweet ole' turtle dove.

NOTES: from page 1

These are notes for the song that I was working on that this was originally dated December 1st 2010 that is the correct date the date above is incorrect if I read it differently than this.

My questionable title was... What is peace?... As I wallow lonely?

Notes so for the first note I have play acoustic or acoustic light with melancholy sounds so which started out with an a major strike that

Start fresh air

E major and E minor both picked out

Then and A major and A minor both picked out then

E minor, G minor, A minor all sliding up words or slurring if you will.

Suggested bridge

A minor, C minor, a minor parentheses all minors close parentheses

Then

Back to the beginning of the loop and repeat, or something of that nature

Solo melancholy slower and very clearly picked so low so that the song overall feels well after I get the flow of the language correct and work on the basic theme to the song itself to bring it all together so that it is cohesive.