Thieves and Liars - Poetry/Lyric - MobiusTripz

Thieves and liars all conspiring together stabbing one another in the back for a position nobody wants...

Sex drugs and promises all such tools using such tools and some their penises and some their cunts...

Tools with tools...

If you think you find this all now shocking just sit in one meeting of these maniacs and you can hear it all at once...

Or realize you've never lived a life of poverty Hard Rock punk rock heavy metal hip hop rap classical country disco dance motherfucking rocking mentally insane pill popping alcohol insane drug inspired theatrical and musical lives,

I'm just happy to be all along a fly on the wall on a ride with my friends as we go to make and listen to the show,

The rest of these maniacs all aboard a crazy train all screaming faster insane a dead end stop up ahead they cannot see and yet no where to go,

But they know where to go,
And they run like pimps and hoes,
Tools with tools until there is no where to go,
They act like they own the fucking show...

Senseless ego contrived,
Self made lies,
You silly sick gray haired childs,
Plural you make me sick times three!

Still...

I'm watching these lunatics these people fight and jockey for position that really is nowhere anybody ought to have a go at this show,

There is nothing to realize because at that top is a dead end but your all too fucking stupid too see that far ahead because you morons think so fucking slow,

so low,

Stupid assholes never look up long enough to appreciate the forever outstretched hands.

They cannot see.

Long  4 verse chorus:

Selling your souls you all are all just selling your souls, you're also living in your own feces souls just piles of piles on shit,

So you're all set in your souls you all selling your souls lay down and roll around and keep living in it,

Selling your souls you all have souls so pathetic and this nonsense game you play are all of you together you schmucks in a firey pit,

Selling your souls your all just selling your souls, go ahead keep popping more pills, so fucking mad I could spit.

Still you strive for a peak on top of a fresh pile so steaming, still rolling mentally ill in your psychological shit !!!

There is nothing to realize because at that top is a dead end but your all too fucking stupid too see that far ahead because you morons think so fucking slow,

So low,

Still I'm watching these lunatics,
these people fight and jockey for position that really is nowhere anybody ought to have a go at this show, the reward upon reaching the Pinnacle just more spit and more lip,

To serve someone higher with cash who can kiss my ass and will get a broken jaw or two perhaps with more lip and they better realize that ship has sailed and if they keep it up they are about to get ripped,

You all fukkinn' trippin' forgetting its simply a show...

The rest of these maniacs all aboard a crazy train all screaming faster insane a dead end stop up ahead they cannot see and yet no where to go,

I'm just happy to be all along a fly on the wall on a ride with my friends as we go to make and listen to the show,

You all are really the show,
Switching positions as we go,
Protagonist or antagonist ???,
Main character or supporting actor,
No where higher to rise now you fail,
You fuck with your own heads and that of your friends,
sad pathetic and running off far to many good people over and over and time and time again,
You have hurt so many of my friends.

They tell me about it time and time again and time and time again. You should fucking let that ring like an echo in your head because they tell me that time and time again.

But it's no surprise that somewhere in all this Brilliance there's that prick just like you and then you all have to think about this and then well...

realize you've never lived a life of poverty Hard Rock punk rock heavy metal motherfucking rocking mentally insane pill popping alcohol insane drug inspired theatrical and musical lives,

Unless you understand everything that's said here within and you know that this has not yet been the life for you but let me tell you my friend there's a place for us all where we fit in,

decisions.

If you think you find this all now shocking just sit in one meeting of these maniacs and you can hear it all at once...

Sex drugs and promises all such tools using such tools and some their penises and some their cunts...

Thieves and liars all conspiring together stabbing one another in the back for a position nobody wants...

Long  4 verse chorus:

Selling your souls you all are all just selling your souls, you're also living in your own feces souls just piles of shit,

So you're all set in your souls you all selling your souls lay down and roll around and keep living in it,

Selling your souls you all have souls so pathetic and this nonsense  game you play 'all are all together you shmucks in a fiery pit,

Selling your souls your all just selling your souls, go ahead keep popping more pills, so fucking mad I could spit.

So fukk off !!!

I Adore Thee - Poetry / Lyric - MobiusTripz

Be that Muse to my art,
Let me Adore you please sweetheart,
Always the Apple of my eye my queen,
Eternal love of my soul my heart.

Love is in that instant known,

Entire lifetimes blended now flash before thine eyes,

galactic collision event type forces,

nothing able to stop the inevitable this divine destiny we realize.

Be that Muse to my art,
Let me Adore you please sweetheart,
Always the Apple of my eye my queen,
Eternal love of my soul my heart.

In your eyes I see one who recognizes what is at hand,

No time an obstacle to such romance,

I am always ready for another glance,

Your eye meets mine and together starts our dance.

Be that Muse to my art,
Let me Adore you please sweetheart,
Always the Apple of my eye my queen,
Eternal love of my soul my heart.

On our way to see mother in West Point two years after her death

I headed east on Interstate 68 which was lined with Red Buds throughout the whole Mountain this way and beautiful blooming flowers of spring.

I was on my way to Alexandria and it was April 23rd 2016 my mother had passed away exactly two years ago to the day.

I started out the morning with an omelette something mom and I always ate and I wasn't feeling particularly well on this drive today and wondered if the mushrooms I ate or perhaps painted in gold because I felt as though I had no equilibrium and my census kept feeling this feeling of vertigo and I had very nauseated stomach before and I'm familiar with nausea and mushrooms and other experiments.

Soon I would be with my family eating dinner and in two days time we will be heading northward to West Point New York where my mother was laid to rest on the Hudson at the United States Military Academy where my father graduated in 1952 and my brother as well in 1982.

West Point is a Bittersweet homecoming of sorts but in the end it's always a distinguished centerpiece of our family and that is been Timeless in my mind from day one. I had many dreams and aspirations of being a good dad but I was never healthy enough that I've been healthier it is definitely the path I would have pursued as I had my mind set on it and when things started to not to go that direction it was heartbreaking but I don't admit it much because it doesn't matter much to me if I still feel the same way inside because I learned certain things for my father from my brother who are my examples. And when I say my examples in particular I mean my male role models. Of course my female role model his mom and that you were going to all go visit and we all desperately Miss.

I love these mountains out here and Cumberland Maryland and in the alleghenies and in Appalachia. There really is nothing else like them that I've been to so far and I've been through these mountains and many different states and I've been out west into the Rockies which I adore to but these mountains have some charm for me and I can't quite explain exactly what it is but it is from here that I head back East where I grew up.

Only Alive Now In Memories ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

I have a collection of worthless things,
that I can never take with me,
not all the way up to to heaven,
I cannot even give it all away for free.

I keep all of this clutter,
I have it all around,
some is even emotional,
and it can often shut me down.

Sometimes I want to run and hide,
and sometimes I want to wallow in my misery,
sometimes I want to go to my favorite tree and die,
I will take a concoction and now end this ride.

I remember once when we all held value within,
even of that which we owned had financial worth,
when things were made with pride and dignity and to last,
and today they bag your stuff up to set at the curb.

CHORUS

Priceless memories,
fill black plastic bags,
yellow drawstrings,
you tie me down again,
evicted and rejected,
a minority pre-selected,
I never even had a fucking chance.

I remember once when we each held value within,
even of that which we owned had financial worth,
when things were made with pride and dignity and to last,
and today they bag your stuff up to set at the curb.

Sometimes I want to run and hide,
and sometimes I want to wallow in my misery,
sometimes I want to go to my favorite tree and die,
I will take a concoction and now end this ride.

I keep all of this clutter,
I have it all around,
some is even emotional,
and it can often shut me down.

I have a collection of worthless things,
that I can never take with me,
not all the way up to to heaven,
shit man, I cannot even give it all away for free.

CHORUS

Priceless memories,
fill black plastic bags,
yellow drawstrings,
you tie me down again,
evicted and rejected,
a minority pre-selected,
I never even had a fucking chance.

SOLO

CHORUS

Priceless memories,
fill black plastic bags,
yellow drawstrings,
you tie me down again,
evicted and rejected,
a minority pre-selected,
I never even had a fucking chance.

ENDING SOLO ON A SLOW FADE OUT

I think back to youthful memories,
a past life when I was young happy healthy and free,
I had friends and glee and fun outside daily,
I am now still alive within those old memories,
I will see you back at our favorite now old tree.

SOLO (CONTD.)

Still Alive Within My Memories

SOLO (ENDS RIGHT AFTER ALL ELSE)

Ocean Buoy Cell Phone Towers

I'm watching a program today and I'm seeing that this group of folks on Vise Essentials. They are going to take a trip from California to Hawaii and the title is "Toxic Garbage Island" the documentary from 2016.

So one thing the captain said that was interesting is that they are not going to have any cell phone service while they're out on the ocean. I'm wondering if it would ever be worthwhile to have some kind of a drone buoy that could also act as a cell phone tower or if that would never be possible. Obviously it probably wouldn't work very well as a tower so although it might have to have a mask of some type for transmission and reception it could just have better Electronics in an overall to work well and maybe even some kind of balloon deployment system to raise a wire high up and to bring it down unless it needs a dish of sorts which is most often the case. However with the Horizon as such and a perfect line of sight 2 most satellites and that part of the sky I think Avery might be very smart 2/2 and again a drone buoy would be the wisest to utilize as it could be maneuvered any time two different positions depending on weather and service, and service I mean maintenance for the drone buoy itself.

Is there a way to prove or theorized philosophically that they could become economically feasible in any such possibility?

If designed properly would they be worthwhile if they could be pulled behind a ship or a boat traveling?

Technology So Very Close ~ and ~ So My Idea Is This

Do we yet have microscopes across the cloud to compare real life specimens with a known and properly quantified data-base as a known proofed standard? If not we should soon and we should all be able to tap int such software and utilize these types of technologies at home. It could lead to very fascinating cross scientific discipline work and therefore all sorts of absolutely fascinating futures in any direction imaginable truly. Perhaps nearly instant diagnosis with a very minimal amount of material needed to so make.

The Factitious Book ~ Excerpt ~ MobiusTripz

With knowledge I have and then what and how so do I proceed forward or have I yet already?... or is it all just a wild projected dream I am so very witness too, this fleeting glimpse called life. Who Am I and what with will I ever do? Who are you and what business of it is it mine or any others what you choose not so to share or is it there where sin does lie? Does sin lie ? ...or does it lie? We all know it lies. Speak to only my face and never through another, these conduits, where meaning and message are lost. The messenger should often very well be shot as he has no place to deliver a message I understand now so well indeed. These lessons learned and never shared for perhaps another has not yet stepped here and survived indeed ! I love my family and my friends and the love emanates and never ends, and the love is shared and not pretend, and the love is known from birth to stone, and for it we defend if so needed with our lives. Our country greater we too protect with life, and our God of choosing as well as yours next to our nation we hold up high and rejoice and offer up our thankfulness for such a together shared now life. Will you join us? Such puzzlery this life we weave don't be naive we live and grieve... such choices (excerpt The Fictitious Book ~ Chapter 12, p.432)