A HEART THAT GIVES ~ LYRICS ~ MOBIUSTRIPZ

I live in a heart that gives,
too many sad sullen faces I see today.
but I a beggar may not choose,
Such is the fierce awesome stage.

I still try to lift others,
as a lift so as I do need,
please forgive when I am weak,
however I seek no sympathy.

A heart that gives,
is the heart that lives,
have a heart today,
to with others share always with.

I live in a broken body,
will this mind simply follow next,
without paranoia still something lurks towards me always,
perhaps just aging in a vex such an ultimate lesson hex.

My soul forever youthful,
I carry anywhere I travel today with ease,
so much physical pain,
to walk upright at day at night I shall hit my knees.

A heart that gives,
is the heart that lives,
have a heart today,
to with others share always with.

No matter of worry for me today,
can bless me for its prayers that have weight,
lose concern and smile in glee today,
never worry of me that withers away.

A better time is always coming,
to some it may appear as an end,
but once we pass over that threshold,
we will run with energy forever young again.

A heart that gives,
is the heart that lives,
have a heart today,
to with others share always with.

From The Grave of Life's Wrath with A Prayer ~ Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

Reaching for help from the grave of life's wrath,
I too often see so many that seem too not much even care,
forgive me thy sins as I do those against me,
find time to spend together again and share.

From this day I start anew,
forgive all the grudges I have a lifetime held,
pray for the forgiveness I shall have to offer,
friends stand with me together under His protective shield.

Resurrection comes one day with certainty for each of us,
as we escape from within this grave of life's wrath onward,
time runs this direction still and as always,
as smooth as silk and songword.

From this day I start anew,
forgive all the grudges I have a lifetime held,
pray for the forgiveness I shall have to offer,
friends stand with me together under His protective shield.

Lessons forever to understand,
often not making sense while in life unfolding,
like the sands of hours and glasses of filled time trickles onward,
I pray for future times together even more golden.

From this day I start anew,
forgive all the grudges I have a lifetime held,
pray for the forgiveness I shall have to offer,
friends stand with me together under His protective shield.

From this day I start anew,
forgive all the grudges I have a lifetime held,
pray for the forgiveness I shall have to offer,
friends stand with me together under His protective shield.

for in life to often so alone,
in my soul I am so alone,
missing that peaceful easy mountain boyhood home,
always running back towards family in the future I shall roam.

Scrutiny Under Oath ~ rants and raves ~ MobiusTripz....WGAF!

This was written after my Social Security hearing in front of a Judicial Review Judge, in which my attorney, while prepping me on the phone, suggested I lie and told me how to answer, and told me I ."will" appear in court with my cane...to which I said, "Not if I am having a great enough day to not have to use it!" , as well as other outright suggested fabrications by my dispicable attorney.

I did not take kindly to that at all.

This "Social Security Disability" system is more broken then I am and is the worst system to have to try to manuever through while sick and disabled and a physical wreck, yet we keep it intact as it is with only rare modifications to make it efficient.

The government has become so broke it will not offer finacially what it promises by the word of the law!

Two disgusting realities intertwined!

The only great thing was I suggested long ago, and well before any were used, LCD interviews through our great networking of the internet so that folks would not have to travel while ill, etc. etc. etc., and mine was done through this new system!

If progress takes fighting these battles I think the progress made may very well be worth it.

So after the liar suggested I lie...here is want I wrote out...

(updated 09-20-2013

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Scrutiny under oath is quite an experience when so many suggest lying and embellishments!

I am disgusted with my physical condition alone, but that so many suggest lies for me to share turns my mood vulgar and repugnant.

I will stand for something before I fall for anything but I at the same time feel very "failed" in so many ways.

I do not mean to offend anyone, nor stir any further discussion then to say my personal perspective is again, one of disgust, and I will share no further more as I will move on in my life, always still seeking what is just, even at times when I have been aloof in this life, my heart is always with this country and our well being and sharing that across the world, for that is the philosophy of my parents from which I come.

I will today seek positivity as I move forward and learn from the corruption I have observed.

Perhaps I am just another lunatic but I had to call a couple of well educated men, and another an attorney (joke...must always keep humor close so pain stays farther away)...so a laugh...to get some opinions about professional ethics and the system as I was taught well and understand.

Look I am 44 and lost two inches in height, does that sound like there is a problem Houston? That is just the beginning of over 26 years of back problems...

Perhaps I will be discarded in this modern society, set aside to live out my days as others are treated with great indifference, as I once was from where I once came.

I testified I was an artist, so at least I think...I found it ironic like who is to say if I am an artist or not?

Justice is where I know and believe and live that answer with a proper life through constructive channels and in a way to contribute as a team player towards the goals that are the most conducive to peace and advancement in concerns to human welfare and blah blah blah...so I care...enough to sound off, rant, rave, speak, exercise my right, and vent, because in the end, there may be a message here that unravels as time unravels for the future.

I take action when needed, I help with social and moral initiatives locally and nationally through what I write and somehow get published at all.

I speak out and up loud and clear because I would rather take a stand defined with experience and logistics and a better future then to rest on my own laurels and be pummeled time and time again, like I already have.

I am just a citizen that has a voice, and I hope whatever you hear from this, you take constructive, positive, healthy, non violent action from your own inspiration so that perhaps when we are all dust to the wind, generations to come forward, fruit of our own seed, will know that mistakes may be overcome, lest we all succumb.

So perhaps that is mellow dramatic, and i hope it is and was and will remain that way, but to God Almighty, I am thankful for the voice I have and the right to properly express it, lest Babel leads the way again.

My day ultimately was a great day because there is no reason to be compelled to ever tell a lie, much yet live one too, no matter how great any pressure or scrutiny the best choice is education and openmindedness and a sense of survival you must maintain during the uphill battle that is always moral combat, not to be confused with mortal combat, so easily dispensable, just by a change in the way one thinks.

Preach away, or perhaps I made no sense at all...just trying to share my frustration and confusion...not to spread it but examine it and see where you yourself are right now?

Tell me where I am f'ing up, tell me where I am doing o.k, help lift me so I may lift others as those who have lifted you and we can all prosper.

Intelligence is still to me the ability to adapt to ones environment and survive, and at times I feel like my ability is waning and my digital mother board is over loaded...

Where are the men of substance, intelligence, moral and ethical mores, intuitive foresight, leadership ability with a proven record and  moral intestinal fortitude?

I am thankful for all I have what ever it may be, and all my friends I have known, for to me that is the greatest over, an nothing else has ever once mattered.

Good Night...dream peaceful scenes from your souls desired destinies.

Thanks facebook psychoanalysts!

The Party Parting Gift Called Life ~ MobiusTripz ~ Some Poetical Play

One by one, strangers pass through portals of time and become friend, and not too often, or ever permanent, even foe.

This fragile life akin to a glamourous October early Americana ball with all its drama, twists, and small town banter.

That party is long and hard at times, or as sweet as Stevia (total modern writing joke!) !

So many faces I have seen but fewer met, some to become close, some with age I regret to say I forget.

At least until we meet again.

So if early Americana ever had an October Ball at all, will it would be kind of like this party of life.

Eventually the party ends, after the drama, the lessons, the ills, the fun, the progress, the everything, eventually the party ends.

Facebooking it today with some hot java, I see a posting by a friend of one of his pals passing away, and he looks like me kind of, you know middle aged, huge smile, see love in his eyes, and wow, I do not know him at all, yet I know him like I know myself in one respect, and that respect is the imminescience (just too large a word for me to spell correctly, and whats perfectiona nayways?) of an ever imminent (that more like it) coming closer death.

I prefer to laugh death in the face, but not invite it so close as to let it slip inside and steal thy soul away.

Maybe, just maybe that's my Faith.

He (from facebook) has passed and somehow touched off some thought and reflection, and introspection, a deeper to myself reflection, which I hope to share back in even greater projection, what is time but perception, sometimes such what we call a crystal clear view, and at other time so confusing too.

Please enjoy this beautiful gift of life, and share it and pass it along.

The melancholy October morning air with all of its wetness and mustyness, as I sit with a chill and a cold from the throse of hell itself, and ponder deeply as I write of my social security disability hearing only hours from now, and ponder still deeper again, how on earth did I ever find my way here?

Yet here I am, a withering leaf upon a trig from a branch of a once so healthy tree, perhaps just a misunderstood metamorphisis my eyes and mind do not yet truly perceive, is it life that tree?...or is it ...?

perhaps I am an acorn ready to bring forth new life be it as food or by sharing my time genetically trapped in sucha nutty seed...lol

At least I am at the party, and I can live this party anywhere anytime with anyone and music still fills my mind, such a marvelous party ride.

The party has been swell, and it is funny how in passing sometimes you see that party of the Fall October Ball mansion, and you know you too must one day go.

Question is where?

I am not with you for I am Where?

Where I am with you and exist, is in heart, spirit, mind, and soul, and in all those things unattainable by gold.

The carriage ride at the end of the party should be a little spooky for me, kind of Ichabod Crane like and Sleepy Hollow, but I would like to change that story into a version where I dream of flying in on a white horse and striking down all evil with only good word and deed.

Such a silly dreamer am I, call me Walter Mitty!

Perhaps at the party I'll play the best show, the craziest insane inspired guitar solo, and sing and rock and do some roll, then die that night of an overdose, just happy to have lived such a life.

That does not mean that I do drugs, but it is a rock and roll dream!

More then likely I'll just wait and calmly be the last to go, waiting for time and like a fine wine mellow, and feel the warmth from out in that unknown, where you my friends have always led me so many times before, and was it never for any of you, for only nothing I would know.

When that time doth truly come to pass, do not forget your coat in check and grab your top hat, others are waiting at the next show, so just move on looking and being good when it is time to go.

Hey look, is that my friend outside?

Enjoy your dreams of futures in your imagination, it comes from the greatest of all of creation, if that is not simply understood, still ride your horse hard and work for the good.

Anyone know a slate roofer that works for free?


Always keep your humor in balance with dignity.

Are all words merely constructions painting thoughts and themes, can you think what I think both concisely and confusing at times so easily, is this somehow just a projecting dream, feels so real inside of me.

If I ever had anything I would like to share with everyone, I would like to say this now, I already have!

Otherwise, what a selfish miserable life spent akin to a time in hell.

Parting Gifts at the door on your way out.

Or as many times before, perhaps it is really in.

With no parting satire, nor again will I be so dire, I will one day see you all again, when we each pass through that threshold into an amazing new and green and ripe pure shire.

December 24, 2012 and I will be 45, perhaps, please do not make this my epitaph.

perhaps rather simple like...

Only time will tell.





 

Trapped In Time ~ Lyrics/Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

For others to think I do not see,
they must be so purely blind,
I have eyes from all perceptions,
no matter my face smiling or unkind.

Think your slick with me,
like your a honey stealing honey from the bees,
stingers so sharp but the bear cannot resist,
I can see you all coming from well beyond the trees.

Learn a lesson and pull up a chair,
perhaps nod and rest your head a few days over there,
I only offer because I so care,
Please always ask me, do not steal and learn to share.

Strangers may come and go,
yet friends who travel often friends they still always remain,
trust is never a given,
do not give away this life to easily lest you steal for gain.

Vision exists deep in the inner mind,
not simply a sense of perception from eyes with color in time,
you can examine, study, and in thought even hit rewind,
still all your thefts are forever trapped in time.

The lesson is over,
please tuck in the chair.

Reap Then Beget ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz

Life a quickly fading dream,
what happened to so many aspirations,
wasted time missed invitations,
veils behind which I hide my liquidation.

Four decades and a few years passed by,
So forgive me while I melt into the sky,
I have never once lived a lie,
in in all my mortal sins, truth leads me where I fly.

I have been a beggar and been a thief,
I have known pain with no relief,
mental anguish and broken back,
molested, heart and gout attacks,

Then there is me diggin in deep,
lost at times in my pitiful little misery,
thinking you fuckers should all be staring up at me,
but better centered in healing, thanks for not being a fellow comisery.

Dreams have changed and so has life,
I am still the same man you've always known,
no matter the greys the wrinkles, the withering wreck I am to become,
and sometimes hunched posture when we greet me with such wrecked bones.

Or tomorrow I shall run and find a freedom zone,
where no pain exists in this vessels bones,
the soul in the mind lighter then anything known,
more powerful then anything science will ever hone.

In this body that way I will remain,
and I will stand straight and tall and well again,
I will through spirit restore what is wrecked,
the true promise of the currents healing, reap then beget.

I AM Who I Am ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz

As this decrepit pile of bones,
becomes even more sensitive then just a yesterday ago,
I slowly too change and become so more deeply attuned,
I dig my pains baby black red and blue.

These lessons as I fly through the fabric of space time,
carry truth oft born from lie,
but most off with my passion and heart,
Angels, Saints and friends hanging out flying high.

Above the mental anguish and physical clangs,
the gut and heart wrenching struggle,
to rapell such a terrain as this just for the chance of mere life,
and how much longer can one hang on?

In is known and it is written in this song,
forever when you fly with the Saints and Angels,
forever you may hang on,
forever you may hang on.

Just choose the flight with they,
that that soar and glide so free,
and their are no excuses,
for upon yourself laid pain and misery.

Healing is an art, not a prescription, fucking drugs,
I see medical professionals push more on me then just drugs, fucking thugs
I do not get no proper promotional guidance or peaceful loving hugs,
lawyers that want me to lie to prove my case, not just, where is love?

Yet punish me for today I walk,
perhaps I anger you with the way I write and talk,
Judge me not lest ye the self be judging as if in a mirror only with yourself,
cast out my soul you may try, conquest further on, or my choice is my body to die.

Medical world let the proof you see,
not lost in your science but all the proof you need to see be,
nothing as perfect imagined such as the universal and ultimate shared destiny,
will ever be understood by mortals, much less science, yet already a part of forever history,

I am the you most cannot even see,
to figure me out is a huge mystery,
I know to do what I do because it is what through Faith I believe,
perhaps crazy to most, but we all have a destiny.

Most of my life traveled with a direction unknown,
I flow like a current and roll like the stones,
To be lost in not worry is not such a poor place to be,
but its lonely down here watching with God's eyes the suffering and misery.

But who am I just a silly mere man,
but I am always true to my Faith,
and I am Who I am,
I Am Who I am.

I Am Who I Am,
and somehow have been each of you,
I know this man from somewhere before,
another day of deja vu.

Uncharted river through illuminating portals of light,
shimmer and make my shooting start burn brilliant and bright,
let me shine forever you Light,
Lord I thank you for what is so far my vision your sight.