WIDE AWAKE ~ LYRICS

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Life can kick your ass,
over and over again,
this ass whippin ain't easy,
life's soul can feel so skinned,

naked and exposed, close to death,
lay open, fillet like a perfect picture into view,
when your prone, your prone to deep thought,
prone, to ponder, to search, to seek, to gain wisdom and light,
i feel more prone each night.

Here I find comfort,
where once I ran and hid,
being fourty three ain't nothing,
like being a kid.

Don't take a back seat,
but if you need to enjoy the ride and relax,
takes the reigns then your a driving,
to Kick life back in the ass!

Cannot even begin to imagine,
being sixty~three,
so many more beautiful memories,
and the music I will make and,
substance find these words writing,
more eloquent a sililoqy.

Perhaps I will travel afar,
stopping playing music in many a quaint small town bar,
sharing music with others along this journey,
no matter what I demand to continue to be,
as each we are, a shooting star.

Don't take a back seat,
but if you need to enjoy the ride and relax,
take the reigns then your a driving,
to Kick life back in the ass!

The journey this life has taken is sweet,
sometimes we all need some retreat,
come back stronger, better then ever before,
rise again to prospour peaceful and pure.

Don't take a back seat,
but if you need to enjoy the ride and relax,
takes the reigns then your a driving,
to Kick life back in the ass!

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Perfection's Time Machine ~ I make a trip to the past

Here is a fun story...enjoy

some more fun writing of words, thoughts, expression, humor, love and fun...beauty and wonderment to ponder...per chance too dream said ShakeSpeare something close....so...off we go...relax...picture using the mind...read, breathe, enjoy...


Oh what rings in your mind's eye for perfection?

Where is that visual cortex in the mind that projects as a movie camera all of each our known time?

Often flashing replays of long gone thought not remembered memories,

of youth before time even perhaps,

sweet, rejuvenating, reminiscient, beautiful and innocent, timeless silloquies.



Ah, there is perfection!


It is an ideal of the minds eye.

For who has not felt nourishment of the soul when dreaming of perfection?

Who has not been inspired at moments glance passed by before being recognized,

and now inspired,

just to dream a DaVinci like dream of any kind of perfection,

which so ever it is at all.



Seek, and ye shall find something.

Seek Peacefully and share Peace, find Peace

One day all roads travel to perfection.

Enjoy the travel of time friend, passing us by,

or do we pass it?


If indeed we are separate entities passing one another,

for is there not spinning?

Of two or more bodies?

but so multi dimensionally bathed in dynamics, never crossing paths again. or do they,

O' Physics?...sweet fun


Do not all men dream to build time machines,

while at the same time not realizing they are the time machine?

Each of us an intricate mass of multiple interlaced systems and mechanisms,

with thought, and spirit,

and we travel through the very fabric which is space time.


Which of us has not often isolated ourselves out as if we are not included in "the bigger picture".

The EGO makes this such simple will, to be so entwined within thyself,

and who hast ever found freedom here in?

Not me ever close me, my friend.



Yet I know as long as I have lived,

I may be lonely but I am never alone.

We all feel in the same ways, do we not, yet words come between what comically transpires be it man vs. man, or be it nations, worlds, science, art, ad infinitum!

Dynamics are such great keys.

Opening incredible portals of thought, and therefore anything.



I feel at 43, as though I have been in celestial flight for at least 43 years, but honestly, parts of me are as old as time itself.

Are we not made up of fundamental building blocks?

Replaced over time,

time and time again.

the essence of the cliche,"time and time again",

is it's very words itself, perfect.

Time and Time Again.



Does one now thinketh of timelessness and agelessness,

as we cruise together during a same time period, sharing together?


I observe as my Mother is withering,

I am of broken back,

and deep emotional pain of lost love,

that has crushed me yet again,

this time just last 3 weeks ago,

really starting to hurt deep today, very painful emotionally, not physically

but gut turning, and a little anxious

but drained to a degree with no great bounce in my step,

but it is cold, furnace will be fixed this week, and it's dark out

winter begins.



On lost love again,

I am resilient, will shake it off, stand strong no matter,

no matter, standith between the lighteth and eye, I.


And then to suffer the financial pitfalls of a swiftly failing government,

cannot one see the ship is sinking fast?

Mine has sunk, so aboard life boat I am,

and I set sail for new land, lonely, yet never alone.


We have all known this mysterious voyage,

repeating at times unknown,

in a mysterious marvelous changing wave,

washes over all we know,

and leaves a sand beach behind now bare yet once again.


Memories are merely snapshots of times forever gone,

Visions are of things yet to come,

yet why does man often ruin the voyage,

for others,

great joys to come?


I along my path with self,

now ponder deep, regain strength, heal, and plan,

for out I will be re-birthed,

once again, a new man.

with wonderful memories of beauteous times,

and lessons hard learned,

tools to carry forward with grace, love, and Peace.



Life for me has been a hell of a ride,

first memory was jet racing across sky,

then over trees it did fly,

exploded,

the pilot died.



I was in a bassinet, just an infant, but knew,

there was no ejection, and there was death,

wow, how did I process that at all?

I could not speak!



I could think, I heard, I paid attention always,

I learned quick, yet no voice, still an infant,

incredible insatiable curiosity that was fascinatingly calming.


I always wanted out of confines,

I may find rest and solitude in confines,

such as crib, bassinet, or anything that keeps one bound,

explore onward though always I must.


As does time change,

so do I,

and it is time for another flight to depart,

and rebuild the man from the heap of the ashes I am,

cannot I be a Phoenix with just merely the Faith of a mustard seed?


I believe, because I have always wanted to live in Peace, and continue to move forth.


I remember as a child my Father had been shot while serving in Viet Nam.

I knew people died and you never saw them again, and I thought ( as a prayer at the time ), but I do not even know him yet,

please let him stay.

my black cat Tinta comforting me, I prayed.

yet I could not barely speak,

at perhaps a child of now age two, at oldest three.



My life and when I watch The Wall are quite interesting too...in that weird Wall Way!...

everyone identifies with the finest art,

and that fine art speaks for itself,

and the people love the arts always,

or...on and on we are all just bricks in the wall!


We had a 1964 Mercedes 220s blue,

she was happy, safe, and a family vessel of charm,

we had a Mercedes when many had never seen one.

It was like when we stopped,

any gas station made us rock stars!



Look a Mercedes!

Beautiful Mother and Father young and perfect,

child number four along for ride,

Memories of brilliant perfect past times.


In the back seat, sing I would to the radio,

The Beatles Let It Be,

Johnny Cash,

My two favorites and now I am only still two and a half or three.


How do I pick the best of the best?

The Beatles and Johnny Cash?

and a future of music,

my life has always somehow had.


Music has been what keeps me with breath when dying of asthma in the hospital,

or being molested by a man when I was merely twelve,

or losing a friend, too many, too many, to so many tragic things,

as a loss of any friend is tragic,

no matter the circumstance,

and to lose a friend in life, while both still live,

perhaps a more sour note of resonation.


Move forward,

Sports, academia, orchestra, guitar, singing at home or in chorus,

Hammond organ since child hood, one day I'll play it too,

and drums perhaps too, piano, everything,

sing like Ian Anderson and play flute like him, the minstrel.


Then my first concert,

Oct 79 Jethro Tull,

WOW, I am really here,

and hundreds of concerts I would see,

often with Carol my sister, or friends.

Great times always.



Years have passed since that first rokkinroll concert,

thirty two to be exact, plus now a month,

and I play a little flute,

and a little guitar,

and still love and now make some music.



That is the dream to fruition,

anything else would be icing on a cake of perfection,

How else can things be so incredible in slices,

then without some Stephen King'ish an Edgar Allan Poe mellow drama.

Who wouldn't drink and party hard for a while?

going through a blender of incredible life experiences and most tragic experiences all blended together intensely.



All would have happened had I been there or not,

three separate planes kills three friends, one passes in a rock climbing accident,

one is murdered,

the planes again and again,

and i'd like to be a pilot one day still,

later in life...

but even I heard the plane hit the Pentagon on September 11, 2001,

and my Mother's friend's daughter survived the Air Florida crash,

into the Potomac River that  bleak snowy icy wintry day.

Rapid tragedy one after another.



And I am going to college full time, working full time, and partying overtime during the early years of this strangeness that never seemed to leave.

I was abusing myself to a harsh degree at times, however, the waves of pain and tragedy just came,
even during times of sobriety, utter chaos and tragedy,
not that I focused there, because I most certainly did not,
but it visited close and often,
it always has some how.
as it must for us each, however different yet overall the same.

so back in the day...there is a modern expression...gets funnier with each year that passes too as well when I hear it or especially when I use it, or hear a kid 12 say it...where have you been kid?

truth is, where has that kid been?

so back in the day...



Well I know what I did!

Wanna be a rock star, got to live like one.

Illusion, young stupidity,

ignorance walking I could be,

maybe die like one,

best change my ways.


Got a little older,

life moved on,

grew the heck up,

most of the time,

still a rebel inside,


Love to write,

play music,

share and promote peace,

stand strong too,

use knowledge, wisdom, and hear the guide

follow him to the sunset,

hang on tight,

forty three years

so far really just a short magnificent flight.

So it makes me think of Bad Company's Shooting Star song and a story and a video...

first up, great song...and John is really my first name, i go by my middle name, but oddly enough we have a string of guitar players in our family, three or maybe even four are named john...but this song one speaks to me for real, and it fits my age, and my sister use to rock this album non stop when it was originally first released, and I dug Bad Company, and she saw them, and they broke up, re-formed and hit the road, and we saw them together...



The song,

It sings, of me, my dream,

and the pitfalls of rock n roll to avoid,

and I did sing the Beatles as a kid...no other song so closely knits itself to me somehow,

quite amazing, definitely not written about me !

but just feels so perfect,

illusion?...lol

......hang in there and read the rest of this...it's gets strangely interesting and cool...a real story coming, again blending, past, art, writing, picture, video, time.

time, tick, time, tock, time, tick, time, tock

time tick, time talk

talk time talk

tick talk......



SHOOTING STAR ~ that's really great music, and Johnny, just a great choice in writing using a common name.

I am sure many feel as I do of this song and are near my age,

and have lived the life to a degree...hard to pass up jamming with like minded people,

being young, exploring,maxing it out all the time,

over revving the Indy engines limits,

still purring like a kitten the following day,

until it's time to pay the piper,

time to live is short,

live life!



and there is a seat reserved for all of us in death,

please keep mine a long distance away,

and I shall also help by doing my part.

be careful and enjoy the art!

great place to start.

so lyrics...Bad Company - Shooting Star

Johnny was an school boy
When he heard his first Beatles song
Love Me Do, I think it was
And from there it didn't take him long
Got himself a guitar
Used to play every night
Now he's in a rock 'n' roll outfit
And every thing's alright
Don't you know?

Johnny told his Mama,
"Hey, Mama, I'm goin' away
I'm Gonna hit the big time
Gonna be a big star someday"
Mama came to the door
With a teardrop in her eye
Johnny said, "Don't cry, Mama,
Just smile and wave goodbye"
Don't you know?

Yeah......yeah.....

(Chorus)
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you know
Don't you know
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are

Johnny made a record
Went straight up to number one
Suddenly everyone loved
To hear him sing his song
Watchin' the world go by
Surprisin' it goes so fast
Johnny looked around him and said,
"Well, I made the big-time at last"
Don't you know?
Don't you know?

(Chorus)
A shooting star

Don't you know that You are a shooting star
Don't you know?
Don't you know that You are a shooting star
And all the world will love you just as long
as long as you are

Johnny died one night, died in his bed
Bottle of whiskey, sleeping tablets by his head
Johnny's life passed him by like a warm summer day
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him play

(chorus)
Don't you know that You are a shooting star
Don't you know?
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you don't you don't you don't you don't you know
Don't you know that you are a shooting star

Don't you, don't you know that you are a shooting star

then there is this link to a video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VD2BwwGE9uo

go to 2:03 min into the song...

sure looks like me when I met Mick Brown from Dokken...

he is behind me, and we are dresses similar, and I have my fresh tatts, sleeves rolled up like I always use to do...

we laughed together that night because we dressed alike, partied alike, acted like Keith and Mic for a bunch of folks and had them on the floor...good times...that was right when we met...

so anyways I see this video, because I love this song...and then bam...I sure think that is me and him...very strange indeed...trippy ...I do not know the person who made the video or posted it, so it's for now a mystery, that is indeed funny...love to meet up with Mick and George again and talk tunes...that was like blasting off !

there is a snap from the vid...vid is larger and easier to see...pretty wild story...strange...

so I had been sober over a year and a half...married and seperated if all my memory serves me right, and Dokken was in town and I am going to see them !

and my buddy runs the place, I have no idea, he hooks me up to meet with them...was very cool of him.

And the guys from the band were great, all of them, but George and Mick were who I spent time with, mostly pounding Budweiser long necks with Mic...

I can even see my tatt work still saying my then wife's name, which has since been covered, and it was my first tatt work...so timing and everything is correct for this pic to be taken on or about 4-97 thru 7-97...fourteen years ago.

Was a great find, because I had no pics of meeting him...I even see an open guitar case in the video picture as reflected in the mirrors in the room.

So this concludes another fun trip to the past as well as a great writing exercise...I hope someone gets something positive out of this...I sincerely do

I need the reflections of the past, lets me know I am getting closer to becoming an even brighter shooting star!

and we are all shooting stars, don't you know! yeahhh yeahhhh

live well, travel well through this life

peace and love friends,

steve

John Stephen Swygert
       "rokkinroll"
               of
       MobiusTripz
      
























 

Prodigal Son, an artistic version with play on words and humor and Love...peace, laugh, enjoy

Used a little artistic license here to play with a few words and tell a story…hope you enjoy it…

O what is thou governmente?

For I just waundered into town,

is there a loco philospher,

you know like Plato around?

Old wise man appeared,

herbal remedy in hand,

explained to the waunderer,

it's all just an illussan. (illusion)

An illusion you say old man?

of this is the first I hear,

But you show kindness, peace, sincerety,

come closer, sir, please, fill my ear.

pass puff pass puff puff puff...ahhhhhhhhhh

Son, we are together one embodiment,

each a part of a greater whole,

imagine you cannot its immensity,

acceptance and vunderment that now unfold will twofold.

Kind sir my eyes feel as open,

yet I am of 43, walked a many mile,

have you known or been watching over me?

I am not finished,

quiet young strong son,

you ask so let me answer,

let your mind not now quite yet run.

For as a cat has nine,

so do we have seven,

and they are blessing,

from straight out of Heaven.

Government,

with no exception,

always leaves a civilization,

in deeper perplexsion.

Philosophy and Government,

a smoother blend,

Peace the main ingredient from God,

prosperity sprinkled in.

So "they" do their best they can,

to try to represent every man,

and climb to such lofty heights,

they become elusive illusions restraining rights.

Old man, why you speek this way yo,

Young wise sun settle,

for all stars get to fly,

sun, look me back into my eye.

You and Your Maker control your destiny,

never fear of spirit so free,

question the government no more,

change it, work hard, feast not war.

Father how have you become so wise,

I use more then just my eyes?

how so do you mean these words so sweet?

sensory input, perspective, absorbstion, contemplation,

communion, art, science, technology, prayer,

nature, respect of everything, spiritual centeredness, physics, mathematicas.

grammatica, language, italiano, espanol, frances, french y francois, latin,

so many ways to paint a literal picture son, you are beautiful, strong, wise before your time,

patience, and oh hear hit this...well known herbal remedy for generations,

the government want to stop this too...peace herb!

What are you talking about old man pops?

old man?

puff, puff, pass back, cough, can I hit that again...you lost me at illussan! 

son, did you say your a traveler?...do you now know the way of the great Hempseeds?

The Hempseed's were a beautiful couple,

perfect in most every way conceiveable,

opposite signs of the zodiac,

cancer and capricorn, the names of the only two tropics.

when they were in congruence,

it was the sweetest life and love blend ever known in mankind,

but there were times of stress, discontent,

they both lost their minds,

he a screamer and authoritarian idealist capricorn,

and she the love starved cancer,

a perfect match in every way, accept agenda

did them betray.

Faith incredible by both,

their relationship has faultered,

The hempseeds no more togeteher,

Peace alwasy has a price.

They love one another enough to know,

These fine Hempseeds, that to love is to be apart,

to love is to be free of one another's incapacitations,

These Loving Hempseeds must part for Peace.

They Love Peace more then one another, and shall be together again back in harmony.

Where there eyes will sparkle again, all storms pass young son,

even thoust yet to be understood,

let tiempo/time have tiempo/time,

and do not fret the moment,

there is both chord and dischord in life,

harmony, melody, and thrash and clash,

vibrado y silencio,

pianissimo and forte,

punk, rock, blues, country, classic, hip-hgo, rap, jazz, indie, blues, bles and blues...

cough, cough, cough

most important my young son, take time first, then listen to the blues,

the blues are the root of all PEACE, because the blues know all of us and say it is going to be o.k. no matter what! We have all been there and we can will make it through!

and each music has its place,

for if it communicates to only one.

it has made it's impact,

make noise, make music, protest, be active, speak out,

express what it is you feel, think of a better way, beleive in a better way,

live the better way,

It is Peace, it is why the Hempseed's had to part.

Love was grande,

Peace more beautiful, and they each knew that,

accepting was the hardest thus far,

but Mr. and Mrs. Hempseed will be o.k.

He will always love Mrs. Hempseed,

and he better understands the story of Lovers Leap of Cumberland, Maryland

I see shock upon your face.

That is where from it is that I have been wondering!

Then the story you know well...or google it...lol...I am still a funny old man...

but wise and sharp and quick like a snake … son...wise up, ears on, mouth relax, never shut up...

to love is to promote love

to promote peace is to be at peace

to enjoy MAY have taken some pains

son, so much to explain.

Dad, that's you,

your eighty-two,

your prodigal son,

is home to roost or visit with you,

whatever it is you shall need, Oh Thy Father,

who I thank for this so kind life, be it bitter or sweet,..

you are surely a gift if heaven to thee as I are to yee, I so pray,

how did I find you today?

puff, puff, puff, pass, take it back, hit it again, puff, puff, puff, pass...maybe

puff again...space...ok...did I hit this or dshould I pass it now?

The old man is wise,

got me lost and home,

all at the same time.

Life iz a Tripz, yo

of Mobius proportions,

one sided, but with duality of universes,

an opposite and a match for everything that exists,

for one cannot exist without the other.

Old Man says,

now son,

you sound as though you are home.

you have the magical herbal buzz on and have found logic and peace

see we are all from a single maker,

and not one of us can describe Him he is so immense.

Even his ownest very sweetest son we know of here,

came. and was mercilessly crucified, by those who where his and he they, and by the Romans

who later accepted at great loss their mistake.

They fell!

How you know old man...the internet teach me so, but because I seek.

matters not the knowledge base,

the mind weilds free,

God's ultimate gift, the mind is always free,

more each day, even during the illusion!

The government seeks harmony,

their trust sound resonating clear,

but we have made a jam of traffic.

where once a road was clear.

It is time to see the future,

and implement this tact,

Rome a great Empire fell,

lest that be our fact!

How did we both just hear that and no one said a word Pops?

Actions are louder then words.

blood thicker then water,

spirit as one.

I Love to have you home my son,

learned you have well.

Peace is a beautiful thing Father...

yes son...

and may the Hempseeds enjoy their needed rest.

God shall continue to shine upon them,

be they apart or together,

they are always together in time, and made beautiful history.

heal and be well,

meadows await your arrival,

a garden more beautiful then Eden,

Because Peace over Love begets a Love in the end with perfect Peace...

whats fantasy and what's pretend???

what's reality, time knows in the end,

and time knows for now,

this is an end.

puff, puff, puff, pass, pass, pass...

man how many people are here pops...this is our sixth show…you ok boy?

are you all ready to rokk for Peace !?!?

MERLOT ~ AN AGELESS TIMELESS POEM

MERLOT                                                                                                                               11-11-11

AGED WITH CRIMSON WISDOM,

YET DEEPER IN DIMENSION,

MELLOW BOUQUET WITH LEGS,

FLAVOURED ILLUMINOUS OAKEN SHADOWS,

NEVER DREGS.

IF YOU’R PATIENT, WHICH IS HARD TO BE AT TIMES,

YOU WILL OPEN CORKED BOTTLE AND AIR,

THE LONGER IT TAKES SECONDS TO TICK,

THE FINER THE PALLETE IS QUENCHED AND KISSED.

SHIMMERING CRYSTAL KISSES THY LIPS,

AS THE SUN BATHES THIS SOUL’S VESSEL,

A WINE FILLED GLASS VESSEL RINGS AND BEAMS FINE,

CARRYS SWEET NECTAR, FRUIT OF BEAUTIFULLY CRAFTED ART,

AN OAKEN AGED, CASKED, FREE WINE.

ALL TASTE BUDS COME TO LIFE,

ONES I KNEW NOT I HAD,

SENSUAL TASTE RECEPTIONS,

MIND MEETS WINE CONCEPTION.

LET IT WET A READIED PALLETE, SIPPING AT FIRST,

NOSE BREATHING THE BOUQUET SIMUTANEOUSLY,

SWALLOWING ITS ESSENCE, IT OVERCOMES THE SOUL,

I APPRECIATE THIS ARTFUL CRAFT, SURVIVING COUNTLESS GENERATIONS,

I HAVE NEVER YET HAD A BAD MERLOT.

SENSUAL I WILL USE AGAIN, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT IT IS,

A CRAFTY BEAUTIFUL FINE BODIED WINE WITH BALANCE,

PLEASING TO THE EYE  AND TATSTES OF BOTH ROYALTY OR PEASENT,

AN ACQUIRED TASTE THAT ALWAYS BECOMES MORE PLEASANT.

GENESIS BEAR OF THE HEAVENS - LYRICS and LINK

GENESIS BEAR OF THE HEAVENS

http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=11205470&q=hi

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SING ALONG !!! ...enjoy...great for the soul, a little rokkinroll. and a little vision from only a single perspective to share, my soul which is truly free, follow me, side by side, hand in hand, across this land, together We Can !..Change NoW...peace always

THINGS ARE HEAVY EVERYWHERE

NOT MUCH IS A STIR

WE HIBERNATE A NATION LIKE A BEAR

SOON TO AWAKE TO DAWN, AMIDST FRESH PINES AND FIRS

CREATE THE NEW TECHNOLOGY,

DO IT THE GREEN ERA WAY,

PROSPEROUR AND BE GOOD TO MOTHER EARTH,

FOR PEACE WE SHALL NOW ALL THIRST.

 

FOR A BEAR COMES TO WAKEN,

AFTER A LONG NEEDED SLUMBER,

AND HE SHAKES OFF A WINTER PAST,

AND INTO THE FUTURE STARTS AGAIN TO WANDER.

and wonder

oh yeah

 

Are we now ready for the challenges that we all do face,

The Green Era Challenge is not a race,

It is a promise to peace and prosperity,

Start living green era philosophy,

 

Upon spiritual philosophy place this with your respected religion,

Peace spreading like a wild fire is my intention,

All together now, this is our day to shine,

Stand up and use peaceful wise voice, a prophet of music so sweet a message so divine.

Only peaceful intentions bare fruit of peace,

Pray forgiveness for the enemy,

Soon the enemy will be no more,

Peace always sticks around peace,

if you want some more.

Together we dream huge a vision,

For sleep and slumber come like for the bear,

We need to rapidly formulate a plan of prosperity in the future,

Dream of Waking to our National Spring for Now, Hibernation Coming Near.

When We Have Our National Genesis,

We Will Be Awake With Clarity, Strength and Vision,

Ready to Run, Like Bear, Chasing Shadows, In Flowered Meadows,

United Together Determined We Change Not Through Division.

 

Peaceful in the trust of nature,

The bear is at pure rest,

Ready for the upcoming challenge,

we togwether must now envision,

He’d really rather have Peace to hibernate once again, per chance to dream…



PER CHANCE TO WANDER ONCE AMORE (Italian Love)

OH SWEET WILD BEARS…of Western Maryland …you do inspire

dddddddddeeeeeeeeeppppppppppppppppplyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy……….

Peace, steve “rokkinroll” of MobiusTripz