Broke Down - Lyric / Poetry - MobiusTripz

When I was a baby girl...

I sought your approval from my first breath,
I tried to measure up to every test,
All I desired was for you to be proud so I did my best,
You let me down for ages I must confess.

And so as a teen...

I sought approval from other people less  the guides you should have been,
Not realizing so naive that others often to get whats desired pretend,
Now I'm doing all kinds of crazy acts trying to get your attention for me please help defend,
The little baby girl with simply seeking your approval ... That's all I ever wanted and for none of this to ever end.

Chorus:

Can you hear me screaming and crying,
I needed your approval long before,
instead you left me hurting and dying,
my heart and soul broken on the floor.

Now I am a Mom and I'm really trying...
And sometimes I feel forgotten and Aline and crying,
But these little eyes with live and wide open mouths to feed that we me,
That live me and think of me unconditionally and live me and my kids they bleed me,
How were you all so very blind to see my needs Luke my children see in me?

I need my parents in my heart with me.

I need to know how much they cared like I have exactly for my own,
I question this when I need to know it's solid more then stone,
Can you all just once tell me how well I did,
And how much you have always and forever every moment loved me?...

Tired of living in doubt a fortune teller or mind-reader not am I !!!

I misunderstood your real intent and what you said that day you were mad at me,
But I know you said you wished I had departed during that bout i had with drugs,
And you know what ???... not all kids respond well to tough love,
Many often turn and run and live a life as a whore with thugs.

You nearly drove me there!... I was sick and you were hateful and wicked when I needed you the most.

Chorus:

Can you hear me screaming and crying,
I needed your approval long before,
instead you left me hurting and dying,
my heart and soul broken on the floor.

My children answered the pleas of my wants I needed from you each,
you all are the best parents and not friends but examples from above,
and my youthful teen rebellion still boiling over, begs forgiveness everyday,
I am only sorry you left before I ever had these words to say...

I loved you each so incredibly so.

My children are exactly somehow what you wished of me,
We had zero doctors in the family now my girls make that three!

Thanks Mom and Dad - I know you were just hurt and scared and maybe ill prepared.

You'd be so proud and I will share more with you as I enjoy this picnic by your sides,
At your graves I share the things I wished I shared when you were alive.

I pray others never make that mistake.
Share life with others now before it's far too late.

The Wicked Winter Winds - Poetry - MobiusTripz

The western winds blow stiff and fast a reminder to winter and across the mountains rugged while the sun descends yellow and orange aglow bathing fresh buds on trees still quite unsure just what to do,
And while many scoff at the concerns about global climate instability and unpredictability, we have forecast but missed nearly a snow in May my personal testimony, while trapped between two peaks od this Omega system as is classicly taught historically speaking about meteology, and then a rapid shift in the jet stream and it's as though in the blink of an eye after 13 or more straight days of rain it was two months before once again indeed, and felt more wicked with a body such as these trees, indecisively still acclimating to anticipated shifts always the other way this time of year should be clear approaching winter, and if this shift I have now for decades warned and the plants still share evidence if thus truth I share so clear to me, nor yet wrong been have I!

... And it's winter my bones still scream with agony as many of my friends are ill in bodies totally unprepared,
Perhaps tomorrow will be 90 degrees and records being set this memory too so shall fade,
But my ancient one hundred year old window pane rattles and sounds I hear from trailz repeated, these ancient paths, and after the Omega thanks s ending of sorts within this el nino,
What shall we next expect ? Just do not find yourself ill prepared and cold and sick as I, and no one really cares is the truth no one wants to hear but these are indeed the most selfish of days with so many worse so sure to come.

And so we hide and horde,
And stowaway under ground,
That we want only for ourselves,
If all hell breaks loose and bombs shake the ground,
Or lasers fill the sky,
Get yet shit and run and I'll see you,
At the place we all planned to be,
At exactly four hours past meeting time,
Or forever you shall hold your peace.
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace,
Wicked often are they who plan so very well,
trapped now within the details where only there is enough room for one,
And now the odd one out!
I raise my scope and hone my focus in your life in my trigger finger always rests.

And how can I get over on another person?... they all don't question but rather ignorantly heed,
As I bow my head thankful to have that which I so surely need,
Thankful to be so very blessed indeed,
Thankful to have all which I need.
I wonder how they lost their way and why they enjoy such misery?

I pray for strength so I may offer others a glimpse too,
at hope and so to, together,
we can get just to the other side of that horizon where there is light of eternal  promise and hope,
for all and at this point so now met too with at long last peace.

We danced and sang and made sweet music for the rest of all of perfect at long last time and each now alive within the other now never to be overlooked or under considered or know any suffering ever again now we were all in this instant the same.

The wicked winter winds always subside and nothing ever can conquer love because anything else is surely only temporary.

Love

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?