Prisms Through Time ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

Looking through a prismed hall of time,
pure white light beams blur the past,
color fragments of life paint the future bright,
light speed beams traveling quick already cast.

To what effect and affect do'eth we each have,
somewhere in this universe interacting we all reside,
Detached and watching from here I feel often as if,
we are each a mere part of the all seeing eye.

Chorus:

How will you make that light twist and shine,
fuel for the soul, all souls so pure and divine,
all a light beam vehicle across infinite space-time,
its your life how will you like to upon it dine?

Singularity and then relativity at it most violent expulsion,
The chemicals arranged before conscience ever known,
carbon, light, other elements too all arrangements in space-time,
and here we are contemplating it all on a planet we do not treat like home.

Waves of time always travel forward on and on,
vision travels faster then light relative to what we sow,
and you think by history's example we would better decisions make,
but that is not how we act as much as we seemingly know.

Chorus:

How will you make that light twist and shine,
fuel for the soul and all souls so pure and divine,
all a light beam vehicle across infinite space-time,
its your life how will you like to upon it dine?

The past composed of matter still marching on exists,
a metamorphosis always dancing in space-time now still twists,
another boat built by Noah in concept ready to take drift,
choices decide evolution of life or be it fossilized in shists.

Bonds and chemicals does everything else build upon,
interacting together the future is never really too long gone,
always choose whats right and leave behind the learned wrong,
make a life and future sweeter then any Shakespearian sung song.

Chorus:

How will you make that light twist and shine,
fuel for the soul and all souls so pure and divine,
all a light beam vehicle across infinite space-time,
its your life how will you like to upon it dine?

Sweet Sullen Bliss ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz ~ Fukushima, Japan

If time stopped for us all right now, 
and the Earth stood in fresh sullen bliss, 
it would be friends like each of you, 
forever and ever, amen, dearly missed.

If a meltdown occurs and we have fission,
we will melt away such wild human division,
within each of us rests the waking ultimate decision,
dying in the future or a present worth living.

Some materials were never meant to meet,
combined anyway against a clock we compete,
I pray Dear Lord as I kneel at your feet,
lessons be learned lest again we repeat.

If time stopped for us all right now, 
and the Earth stood in fresh sullen bliss, 
it would be friends like each of you, 
forever and ever, amen, dearly missed.

Although it seems a miracle has now passed,
Faith followed with hard work shall follow fast,
equilibrium a natural law and always steadfast path,
balance restored, evil always loses eventually outcast.

I hear sweet angels singing in my mind's ear,
they sing, with us, there is nothing to fear,
eventually we all get the calling order all clear,
until that beckoning each of us just a timework gear.

If time stopped for us all right now, 
and the Earth stood in fresh sullen bliss, 
it would be friends like each of you, 
forever and ever, amen, dearly missed.

Onward is the only direction to ever in life go,
past existing only in the mind as thoughts flow,
in the other direction all backwards in tow,
lessons not learned and shared never bestowed.

KKK Lynching The President on Halloween In Hyndman, Pennsylvania

Reporter Friends, Law Enforcement Officials, Political Friends:

I hate to post anything so despicable, but at times, a call for action is needed.

This picture (for a Halloween celebration) is a bunch of backwards disgusting white trash that needs a jail sentence !!!

This is RACIST and DESPICABLE.

This should be investigated and if any laws were broken, all involved should be prosecuted. This disgusts me to no end, and I am only sharing it so that all of my friends, and most especially those that are writer's / reporters, law enforcement officials, as well as politicians will see this and take any needed action.

This was reported to have been taken at Hillbilly Haven in Hyndman, Pennsylvania. 

Hillbilly Haven

803 Fairhope Rd

Fairhope, PA 15538

(814) 267-5280 ‎

Please call local law enforcement (in that area), write a letter to your congressman and senators, and voice your unequivocal concerns for this racist anti-American act.

Make these people pay !!!

pic link:

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10202226309810361&set=o.9299179711&type=1&theater

PENNSYLVANIA ATTORNEY GENERAL'S OFFICE:

http://www.attorneygeneral.gov/

CONTACT YOUR SENATOR:

http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm

CONTACT YOUR CONGRESSMAN:

http://www.house.gov/representatives/find/

PENNSYLVANIA STATE POLICE:

http://www.psp.state.pa.us/portal/server.pt/community/psp/4451

NAACP:

http://www.naacp.org/

Trippin' Through Time

Trippin' Through Time

I will never be nobody but me, traveling along un-tethered and free, cuz you got to listen to your own decree, each of us just a branch of the same tree.

Family all spread out and about, hear this message oh so loud, look for silver linings and ignore clouds, live life hard and let the truth ring out.

Freedom is found in what you do, I can not offer a piece to each of you, worthy things we will always see through, transparency never leaves one feeling blue.

Livin' life to the finest,
caught up in a spiritual glow,
lifted and floating higher,
born with what we know.

Freedom is found in what you do, I can not offer a piece to each of you, worthy things we will always see through, transparency never leaves one feeling blue.

Family all spread out and about, hear this message oh so loud, look for silver linings and ignore clouds, live life hard and let the truth ring out.

I will never be nobody but me, traveling along un-tethered and free, cuz you got to listen to your own decree, each of us just a branch of the same tree.

Lifted and floating higher,
born with what we know,
livin' life to the finest,
caught up in a spiritual glow,

Livin' life to the finest,
caught up in a spiritual glow,
lifted and floating higher,
born with what we know.

"Alice Cooper in Velour (Makes Me Sick)"

Grabbing some warm coffee the other day,
and man to my surprise in my eyes,
there stood Alice Cooper chilling in Velour,
I stared long and intense but not too wise.

October chills to the bone grabbed me fast,
and since ill I have just not been right,
he looked so shock up close and real,
now since in bed I spend both day and night.

He used no special antics but simply winked,
while just drag and casually dressed in velour,
caked makeup and heavy mascara dripping,
Pretties for You, he whispered as I walked through the door.

Now in earshot I inquired rasply upon leaving,
What Ever Happened to Baby Jane ?
He snickered and dribbled coffee simultaneously,
and said... worry not, you'll never again be the same.

Dragging now aching and heavy footed to my office,
I smelled a sudden smell of most certain putrid decay,
I turned back in disbelief to look at that man Alice,
while through acrid smoke he just slithered away.

..and echoing in my mind while sipping my brew,
I heard these words running through my mind's eye,
you'll never be the same and pretties for you,
time passes for all, now Lay Down and Die, Goodbye.

Crazy Threads ~ Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

I am sick of Crazy Threads,
people sound off their meds,
please don't upon me tread,
with all your insanely crazy threads.

Friends attacking one another,
verbal visceral flamboyant utter,
civil war already happening take cover,
now in babbel we all get smothered.

Chorus:

Twisted up by the media's gait,
do not let them twist our fate,
torqued up we all separate,
spiral down to the wrong gate.

Angered by financial politics,
steal our money while our wounds we lick,
we lash out at another makes me sick,
the clock still running...tick, tick, tick.

No time for mundane mediocrity,
Detroit now another fallen city,
upon others suffering take some pity,
time to figure out all the nitty gritty.

tick, tick, tick
tick, tick, tick,
crazy threads make us all sick,
crazy threads a fiery pit.

Chorus:

Twisted up by the media's gait,
do not let them twist our fate,
torqued we all separate,
spiral down to the wrong gate.

Hurting one another instead of lifting,
stealing and taking what we should be gifting,
I look around and see so much now missing,
Like forked tongued snakes all verbally hissing.

Chorus:

Twisted up by the media's gait,
do not let them twist our fate,
torqued we all separate,
spiral down to the wrong gate.

Memorial Militia ~ Chris Cox ~ Poem

To my friend Chris Cox...

There is a Memorial Militia,
and it is a one man show,
Chris Cox is a man of action,
working hard and always on the go.

He is a modern hero and American Patriot,
who hears his duty as it beckons and calls,
he sets a steadfast example with action,
as collectively we suffer the slings and arrows of shortfall.

A push mower, and trash bags, and a bicycle,
a chainsaw slung on his shoulder like a guitar,
a flag of South Carolina flying with honor,
with its crescent and palm carried by he, the star.

He single-handedly "Fills the Void" created,
by a federal government now shut down,
he inspires all of the nation's masses,
now seen on television in every large and small town.

He devotedly respects our beloved veterans,
and this country they have served so well,
yet the authorities ask him to stop his work,
while this countries politics are going to hell.

He makes no political statements,
rather taking action working while he leads,
300,000,000 citizens strong now all watching,
while the rest of the world now all heeds.

Inspiration at a dire time so well needed,
and a great story to be heard forever by all,
Chris Cox's Memorial Militia example,
His statue shall sit next upon that great Mall.

...and a quote from The Blaze:

"With Congress gridlocked and non-essential federal groundskeepers furloughed, one man has stepped forward to ensure the manicured hedges and lawns of the nation’s capital remain pristine in advance of this weekend’s Million Vet March, a protest of veterans demanding their memorials remain open.

Chris Cox, 45, has never served in the U.S. military, but his respect and appreciation for our nation’s veterans has inspired him give back. “You don’t have to be a veteran to have a love of country,” Cox explained in an exclusive interview with TheBlaze Wednesday evening. To that end, he turned a trip to a D.C. art convention into an opportunity to give back. “Everyone serves in a different way. I’ll just cut a little bit of grass.”

Armed with a leaf-blower, a lawnmower and the South Carolina state flag, Cox is on a one-man mission this week to clean up the National Mall and have it ready to welcome the veterans.  It’s not about politics, “it’s just the right thing to do,” he says."

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2013/10/10/meet-the-one-man-militia-cutting-govt-lawns-while-d-c-remains-in-shutdown-its-just-the-right-thing-to-do/

Image: Manuel Balce Ceneta, AP