Sunday, April 2, 2017
Friday, March 31, 2017
Visionary Planes of Existence ~ All I Can See ~ Lyric Poetry ~ MobiusTripz
All I can see is the future coming faster and faster at me,
Traveling at the speed of light toward darkness,
To erase all these things that defeat the light from victory.
Time Travel
It's definitely real,
In fact we are traveling all the time,
Dynamic human dynamos,
Faster soaring and spinning around and around we go
Freewheel burning !!!
(Show the freewheel burning, base video around this visual)
Revelation
It was told in stories this future truth, unfolding now in front if you, best understand the changes fast upon all kind, the uptake swift be prepared reading between the lines.
Transition
It's over at long last
Seems that it was forever we waited to be set free destiny had us frozen and trapped
A human destiny
Proof It's True
The proof of thought is its inside of each of us and free, burning inside all of us the same all alive these visionary places of existence, now fading in our wake, our beginning our past we leave so far behind.
Blast Off !!!
Explosion in the end, trapped, contained, harnessed, manipulated, once again, innate
Over,
and over,
again,
The End
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.