Vagabond Knight ~ Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

My heart is eclipsed in renewing love, no shadow of spirit shall ever again be cast, the Light it shines brighter then ever my beacon, Faith is eternal and forever forward will always last.

A sweet kiss goodbye on your forehead I sealed with my lips, and a promise I make unto thee, to further spread goodwill to men, while smashing misery.

I am from two families melded, with Knights as far back as time has always dripped, and from the sweetest chalice, my soul so blessed has always sipped.

Somewhere before I knew myself, I knew a million years before, I have a calling of great depth and honor, it is the nucleus of my core.

I have walked every road up and back again, and appeared a wretch at times, and watched every single action around me, even when under the weather of the wine.

Duty is reporting back what it is I have found, and sharing with the brilliant minds what matters, when most others carelessly run away, and in fear panic and scatter.

Honor cannot claim but other I know close certainly have, but soon I know I will see it and have it once again in my grasp.

Country is what I love, and it is another reason I live, to protect freedom and promote promise, for so many others to share the promise of this gift.

I judge not, lest be judged, for you do not know quite who I am, but I will say for certain, four horsemen are a riding, as I watch over this land.

Who Am I ?

Just another Vagabond Knight...

Slipping Away ~ Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

The last sun sets never to rise again,
retinal images fade away into dusk,
last breath drawn under ashen skin,
into the after life we each shall be so thrust.

Spirit which now rises so easily and light,
beauty and youth now renewed sweet genesis,
never a sweeter angel then my Mother has flown,
when today I gave her my last goodbye kiss.

Shakespeare born and passed this day too,
an artists farewell always right on cue,
with every element so offered in life perfectly illustrated,
like so many slings and arrows... always true.

I bid you adieu my sweet beloved Mother dear,
and through so many you still always shall live,
your art you shared and lives so touched, your family,
perfection multi-faceted many masterpieces... your gift.

...and this day and forward I celebrate your life in strength,
until my sun sets too...
and on my day as with others in time,
I'll be back by your side with you.

The Lap of Luxury ~ MobiusTripz ~ Lyric / Poetry

The lap of luxury... all too oft the devil in disguise !!!,
... deceive he will with his timely lies,
all the various ways he tries,
the illness taken a slow demise.

Michael Ruppert, Losing a Friend and an Inspiration ~ MobiusTripz

I am at a loss of words after losing my friend Michael C. Ruppert over the weekend.

Michael was a great leader and I hope many will fill the void of leadership left by his absence in his passing.

This is proving to be a tough start to the beginning of the new year.

This documentary he made is eye opening, and is a must see for the open minded.

Michael, like myself, was a lover of music. There is great inner peace in music and I was happy to share with him a few poems and songs during our few short years of communication. This picture is just like I would imagine Michael, and I hope he is at this peace now today, God Bless his soul.

May you rest in peace my brother Michael.

So those are a few personal thoughts on a quick note to a great man and friend, and herein enclosed you will find some great links to some of his work and some pictures in order to celebrate his brilliant life.

Here is a link for "Collapse" you may watch for free.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeufX6S-Q_s&feature=youtube_gdata_player

...or if you have Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Collapse-Michael-Ruppert/dp/B0040IO4LY

I am going to take a few photos and add more as I find them of this great man. He is the thing that legends are made of. He was inspiring in a way only Michael could be, and for those that new him, spoke to him, studied him, well, they will certainly understand.

Michael's first work that I watched was "Collapse", and it was an eye opening documentary about the paradigm of oil (petroleum) collapsing after we reach (which we have) "peak oil".

Collapse - Michael Ruppert - A must movie for the future

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeufX6S-Q_s&feature=youtube_gdata_player

The eye opening facts divulged therein cannot help but to make one think deeper and look forward to solving the current economic and climate crisis we are indeed in the midst of.

Here is another controversial look into his mind, but with his brilliance, I always know I must keep an open mind about any situation until the facts are truly fully gathered and further examined, as he was a great researcher and investigator.

9/11 - Mike Ruppert - The Truth And Lies Of 911 -(Full length)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQR2z4YCzDw

It was his work and others that made me think deeply and write a lot about this topic myself, but more importantly look deeper within myself for answers.

Here is even another example of his dedication, his site "From the Wilderness":

http://www.fromthewilderness.com/index.html

I was published at The United States Department of Energy in October of 2010, and a lot of what I wrote may not be to his personal exact liking, however he did somehow further inspire this from me.

He enjoyed folks that spoke the truth, our "scout" that he was, and he wanted others to lead through peace and education and sharing solutions that we could all contribute too so that we will have a better future, and not for us, but for the coming generations.

I studied police science and he was a former L.A.P.D. officer, and he had written and done documentaries which have inspired me to follow the same path which I will do in due time. He has written much and studied more and i just wanted to say a few words here and will add to this time permitting and as more information comes forth.

He also broadcast a brilliant radio show with many great people often appearing, such as Guy McPherson, Abby Martin of RT, etc., and here is a link to that show where you may listen to archived episodes.

http://prn.fm/tag/michael-c-ruppert/

http://prn.fm/category/archives/lifeboat-hour/

He, apparently, committed suicide on Sunday shortly after his last radio show. His pain was deep, as it is in many of us, and it was his time to depart.

So herein, I will be posting pictures and links to his work so you, the reader, may study and share his vision and decide for yourself what path it is you may desire to take.

Rest in peace Brother Michael, you are sorely missed.  

Lastly,

Thinking deep thoughts in your memory dear friend and celebrating your very distinguished and dedicated life to truth and freedom, unity and peace, logic and justice...and so much more.

I think this picture says it best and it is from the photo albums herein...it is simply eloquent and looks like the finer days the lay ahead for us all.

You were always the lead scout, and in our hearts will always remain that way, to you friend, each our own with deep love ... a brilliant life not wasted.

Your life we celebrate today and onward, dear scout.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Ruppert

OTHER PERTINENT LINKS:

Apocalypse, Man: World`s End According To Michael C. Ruppert

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAaafWfSnUI&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Former LA Police Officer Mike Ruppert Confronts CIA Director John

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UT5MY3C86bk

9/11 Omission Hearings - Michael Ruppert On Dick Cheney - 9/9/200

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5voCxZSwzCM

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ASSORTED PHOTOS:

NEWS ARTICLES:

http://worldnewstrust.com/michael-ruppert-kills-self

A Pallete of Colors ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

home sick and sick at home,
losing Mom so all alone,
an emptiness never known,
mental chicken coop ive flown

opus loco all over again,
who is enemy and who is friend,
dare i give a hand to lend,
not like the birch do i bend

crying blood red tears
hurting in deep fear
a pain that truly seers
never quelled not enough beer

i ache from within inside out,
i scream so loud my dying shout,
this life sometimes seems a rout,
goddamed alcohol drugs and gout

goddamn me all the way to hell,
this is the story sometimes i may tell,
turn away never listen while my soul i sell,
for whom does the fukkin' toll bell???

backwards fading fast,
whitened face so death aghast,
not much more will i last,
fire in the lake im cast...

uttering words from mind to paper,
kick his ass that fukkin' reaper,
angry and hurt selfish sick creeper,
running away pain deeper and deeper.

spinning and madness in the midst of the still,
ive already been up this tired ass hill,
never helped to swallow more pills,
what we think helps too often kills

playing with this game called life,
art made through miserable strife,
cuts the soul deeper then a sharp edged knife,
a pallet and colors this life goodnight... 

balance...balance...balance

where is the balance
 

Just for a Year ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

If we forgot all about money,
at least for a year,
and sharing our bounty,
with those that need care,
and offered healing and loving,
instead of hurt and hate,
walked more often,
never worried about being late,
gave more waves then fingers,
becoming less irate,
and smiles to replace frowns,
and perfect peace in all states,
just for a year, if we could do all that,
I bet we'd continue it on,
with hugs instead of rat-a-tat-tat.

...just for a year.

Stealing Seconds from Our Gift ~ Lyric/Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

Not much left to talk about,
I'm just about all out of blues,
out of energy... I am out of life,
too much all around bad news.

You see friends, I see what is coming,
I always have since I drew first breath,
but around me are so many folks,
who cannot see past our certain death.

I see what we should leave behind,
and I do not subscribe to greed,
The Good Lord always surrounds me,
with the people to love and things I need.

My prayers are with so many friends,
My Mother, Tim, Jeanne, and each of you,
you all have prayed for me often,
prayer offered back is the least I can do.

Now beyond all this praying,
reality strikes a heavy chord,
I hope you to can now hear it,
like a trumpet that cannot be ignored.

Do you enjoy a life in denial,
cause it feels better then what truths you know,
let go of your old self my friends,
let your soul now free, glow and grow.

Changes we need to make more quickly,
as tomorrow fades away so fast into the past,
and what is swiftly coming for certain,
no human or other species will be alive to last.

How do I become Amazing Grace?,
Well, He saved a wretch like me,
Sweet it is to Know the Light,
choosing lost not found, when instead you could be Free.

Conserve and pinch not consume so intense,
offer more, take less, an example, not words for all the rest,
share with others especially those without much life in balance left,
no wasted time crying, reach out offering only your very best.

If Armageddon is coming,
and Apocalypse is upon us swift,
will you see it coming,
or steal more seconds from our gift?

Face the end within your introspective self right now,
find peace and solace so pure in your sacred heart,
share this love with others, this inner love so precious,
realizing now is already so well past the time to start.

When it comes to our individual final summation,
enjoy those moments is tranquility as you fade away,
or live your days for yourself in sinsick selfishness,
a trip to hell so easily paved, or here in heaven stay.

Choose choice while you have it,
Free will does not forever last,
choose what is principled and proper,
or in the lake you will be cast.