Sunday, March 26, 2017
Be Inspired and Together Build
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Terrorists Waiting with Pins ~ Poetry ~ MobiusTripz
As a country we are like an over inflated balloon and we have plenty of enemies waiting with sharp pins.
How do we best deflate for our own finest interests?
What must we do to get our population to work immediately building the best country in the world even better and stronger into the new modern epoch of which I guarantee history will always remember as a brilliant era.
Let us now all get on task !
We have enemies with pins waiting. We have enemies with pins waiting. We have enemies with pens waiting.
We as a country are like an over inflated balloon, and we are very close to being popped.
There's a lot of hot air that comes from within,
you have to start wondering who is really foe and who is really friend.
A lot of hot air coming from within,
enemies waiting with very sharp pins.
I think it's time we all stopped so much chatter,
and giving away our plans,
take, stock and inventory, study assett allocation,
always every station remaining vigilantly manned.
Always answering questions first by looking introspectively first deep within,
Our reconnaissance on our own nation,
surveillance decades old,
Surrounded already in an instant,
Anyone threatening had better know.
We will only lose if we do not fight back !
That's a fact !
In fact,
that's all the facts!
Deflate purposeful media aiming not to divide, because that's already done,
So indeed it's now time to conquer.
So you must ask who and how do they attack?
Always follow the cash, always follow the cash,
Definitely the root of many sins,
Greed, corruption, always omnipresent at all of past civilizations ends.
The story repeats itself,
an over inflated balloon
this skip on a record in time,
religiously again and again all to soon.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Monday, March 20, 2017
Squeezing Turnips ~ Excerpt from Tainted Goods ~ A Tale Of Drugs & Hatred (Upon Provocations & More Sinful Provocations)
No... That's definitely not it... And I'm far you smart to be so naive... that's what I was thinking as I was being poisoned... and yeah... retrospect even works here from heaven... crystal clear as a matter of fact !
this place others place me,
a turnip squeezed until drops there are no more,
prisoner within my castle a nightmare you make this experience I shan't suffer anymore.
time wasted waiting for dreams to flourish never in which this way we're meant ever to come and blessed by you so be,
a wicked group are you and perhaps a quick slashing would have been a much easier and
you never committed to anything I thought we shared as one,
a blood red turnip squeezed until drops there are no more.
a pack of languishing lingual tongue wagging sin,
all intent on only one target & final product,...
a surgical strike of never before seen multitudes of power,
conspiring together to take him down...
no one even knows it is I this party thrown,
I try to speak when spoken too and then denied,
Frustrated little child go hide,
and be in about you way,
for this wicked world has measures that must be taken and for you are but just in the way.
Imagine when I'm gone,
the bulging impressions burned into your mind now indelible,
thanks for doing of all if this to me.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Donald Trump Continues To Bait Tireless Opponents
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
She Returns, This Muse ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz
Only art ever saves me from that deep and dark place of the abyss, that edge which if I choose so to step off, back again to look or be a part of, I can never again so be.
If, forward and down I bound, I will be a backward thinking Icarus, flying once again for certain, but into a dark and fully unknown always present manifest destiny!
Jump, or stay to continue to play my part? Who has cast me here and why?
Shall I jump or stay when already I felt as though I've died. This backwards thinking Icarus am I.
Most today answer not these calls of help from others. Now haunted in your heads forever your soul a tell tale heart, shame you, shame you, shame you.
The breath of life from other artists once again some how saves me, a muse in my midst, I start to feel again, and live and breathe inspired, butterflies in my heart, visions colorful in my mind's eye projecting from the black abyss once again, I'm art.
Meanwhile...
Selfish awards show on stage now in heaven, selfish people getting selfish awards, for selfish deeds, now on stages in heaven all playing their parts.
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Gods and Humans at Dinner
In the world of the artist, money doesn't buy the talent... struggle urns the talent, said Ligdenarbo.
And likewise, Language is indeed fascinating, and what you take as literal or not is entirely up to only one person, and that is you. Don't let somebody else destroy your day, never empower another so, Zifbztisuzuuzuu chimed in afterwards in accompaniment.
Word choice, as specific to an antonym in the first sentence, is personal artistic license, as is your own interpretation. Life is artistic license. License is privilege to gift, abused quickly, so ever lost, arrogantly barked Humbleohno.
Oh, at what depths, and oh, such blessed arts abounding, and, oh, such vetting at such a massive cost !!! ... but man always unique, "that could never happen to me attitude" tuned in sharp !!! (extreme- sarcasm)
Then Xvari Ableman serve another up says another of the Gods at the table of God's, mmmmmmm, humans... just like chicken. I'll take one more please, this time rare though.