Sunny Days - a Short Story - MobiusTripz

written on my ancient i4 with my blogger App.

... And then I said out loud, " it's fucking raining? It's fucking raining??? Really? Like fucking now what?

And so as I eased that curtain back to peer outside while my damned computer stubbornly ceased to stop working but I can type all this shit here in this app on my ancient iPhone i4 in this year 2016,... Well what did I expect to see?

AthCpunts on just days... So much to do!!! Life getting full! And I am scared to soar! I have been so weak and ill and never thought I may come back! 

And so what did I expect to see on this winter day was a sunny day from my imagination where I most often stay because it's safe and I am an artist and I like to stay close toy discordant reality in this parallel universe.

Can I ever make it in my own again? I am so very close but scared.  So what of thought do you offer this all I propose and have you not somewhere been along this way?

But I at age 48... I need that sunny day. I yearn for that often sunny day. Right now I get back hard at work while I focus and often pray. Work, focus, and often pray. 

I need that sunny day! Let's all find that sunny day! Together let's all work hard and find that sunny day.

Bachelor Auction coming soon and yet I have to travel 300 miles and be where I volunteer elsewhere and still want to visit a friend in Springfield, wv on just a few days, so my mind does race, as I write, and look forward to these so busy days.

And to see Rhonda with her father after not at all for well over 30 years... I always pray, and I see miracles true, and so I always continue to pray. I myself, I can walk today, in pain so furious but I can walk today, so I pray.

So I open that window all the time and plant seeds towards those sunny days. I never fucking give up and over tears not beers I pray and I see up ahead a ton of sunny days, as a matter of fact nothing but sunny days. And still I pray.

I have concerts to attend and shows to watch explode with creativity that I created and what awesomeness this all shall be. I have other shows where I have pitched in a little inexperienced and somewhat guided but still blindly... My friends allow me to be me!

Back to work writing and reading and studying and creating and building is my daily grind I live so field by coffe so black and dark and mysterious like often destiny, so often destiny. 

Drink it all in and look ahead for those future lucid sunny days, playing naked in the rays, bathing in a psychedelic haze, into the sun let's all now gaze.

Into the sun, into the sun, into the sun, I cast my past darker ways and days, and to the sun, and to the son He, I offer all my life I have today, and I remain humble and thankful for today.

It rains and nourishes outside while the ice and snow so melt and that cycle continues and we all work hard towards those sunny days, up ahead, those sunny days!

The Hippies Are All Breeding ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz

While you are all uptight,
and counting your money over there,
the hippies are all breeding,
and teaching love,
and the battle is in the education,
and there is no win in fighting anymore,
because you only fight the children,
and the children are not a canvas to ruin,
and not a canvas to play with,
and not a canvas to destroy,
and so teach that love too,
and forget fucking sinful money,
all corrupt,
all sick and blood tainted,
and be a hippy and breed,
and teach love and stop fighting,
go ahead smoke some weed,
and give back on a local level,
take care of that which you share with others,
and leave old republican ideas to die at the fire pit,
know love and leave behind silly foolish warrior ways,
a paradigm shifts,
as the hippies know so now make love and lets breed,
and the majority is now that paradigm,
which all think different now,
and you could be the stupid un-evolving foxnewshead sheeple idiot moron now,
the un-evolved stay here,
as the rest move on and share,
and build the dream within the mind,
that knows no defeat and builds on the outside,
a better life in which to fortify,
and a body to bear witness to what is healthy,
and beautiful friends to prove a better way,
and so we wait as others truly just die off,
and this new way becomes the only way,
and we change how everything now works,
and yet on this same foundation still sit,
we are united and not divided,
and we know that we have rights that we have to earn,
and we are not entitled but rather guaranteed,
a certain life and livelihood and better chances,
at mere longevity and promised we may voice these,
ideas and concerns without attack on character,
or anything else as a matter of fact,
and I have changed myself to stay and so evolve,
while many of my comrades behind so stubbornly fall !,
never opening their eyes they run blindly towards death flailing,
almost as if this is what they desire,
this heroes' death.
s plural because that line of sacrifice of the human flesh,
never so seems to cease,
and Czar himself would command this by day and at night feast,
so gluttonous leaving others out,
and yet we repeat like cowards,
paralyzed and like children not allowed,
to exercise our better judgement and take care of one another close,
and stop letting our government fight and always boast,
and so we may mature now on this international stage,
and stop being a playground bully,
a child so full of rage,
always hurting our brothers and sisters,
as a country this is nothing but a disgrace,
a leader has examples to peace permanently,
and the wars must stop which we constantly wage,
and my time is running short,
and what else have I learned,
and what is this meaning to life,
what purpose as on both ends this candle still now burns,
but I feel a breeze blowing, and stronger it does now get,
and in an instant not long from now,
I have to shed all guilt and drop regrets,
as the wind then stiffens and the flames fight,
against a certain strength stronger then they can ever muster,
the flames finally fade out,
and a trail of smoke leaves a trail across space time,
a long farewell of sorts,
as we each turn to particle and back through,
we all cycle yet once again,
so where would you like to be?
On a point of a war head irradiated,
or in the sunlight,
of a mountain meadow bee kissed pollinated,
dew drenched daisy?
I am that child,
son of a warrior and,
son of an artist she,
and I choose the daisy,
but stand by so guardedly,
so very guardedly,
so that anothers' candle may burning remain,
s plural again,
so I think first of others,
not of only selfish me,
of only selfish me!
So what does it all mean,
so what does it all mean?...
the hippies are all breeding,
yet still the message,
to some still unseen,
to some still unseen,
enjoy this life,
and harm not another,
and teach and live these principles,
to the best of ability,
the majority will eventually always rule,
who is that majority?,
be that majority,
make love that majority.
The hippies are all breeding,
Breeding love, breeding love,
making love, making love,
making love that majority,
love is the majority,
love a majority,
making love,
the hippies are all breeding.

Our Interlude ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz

An interlude,
a dream I weave in between,
the waves of all that is space time,
a place to hide away before demise,
never again to be without,
that love we knew so deep,
and shared as destiny,
which left so quick an instant,
devastating all and shock waves,
still reverberating through life,
nothing ever again can be the same as before,
and nothing ever will again so be,
so I dream of that interlude,
that in between with you,
floating on clouds so cottony soft,
naked and in one another's arms,
kissing and in mind again one united,
so sensual yet natural and naked at the throne,
I have known no other where this way I would go,
and know no shame.
Yes, it is you for which I have all love,
and seek for that interlude to together share,
the dream alive but unlikely,
and my heart yearning and aching until then,
for you only I reserve this love,
our personal interlude.

Waiting...

A Fit A Fit A Fit ~ Lyric Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

disconnect and forget
all of this fucking myriad shit
the neurons exploding cant cope with it
all out of nerves coping mechanisms and wit
klonopam ecstasy lsd pcp a fit
a fit a fit a fit
a stuttering lisping slobbering fit
a fit a fit a fit
I'd shoot you but I am done wif' it
a fit a fit a fit
ritalin please and please be quick
quick quick quick
i am going to get so god damnend sick
i never cussed before
you get the gist
time is shot and i share my
please forgive my jabber and the occasional spit
drugs did this
drugs did this
can i have those drugs please
to adjust all of this
a temporary reliving shift
a shift i drift a rift
afloat i go a pilot on high in a race seat i sit
a shift i drift a rift
drugs can fix all of this
an adventure i dare may i have a hit
a hit a hit a hit
a killer song about some killer shit
about reading through lies and gettin' wif' it
drugs ain't no answer when consumed for escape
medicinal balance ohm oh O Ohm all that fits
disconnect and forget
blast off or stay
space dog says he has my back today
and all i seek on this journey i ride
is help me be extra cautious as i work hard in my arts and stay alive
do your due diligence
don't be the guinea pig
stupid ignorant and dense sick
be judicious in consumption and wise in it
share in confidence with others your pains
watch over one another refrain
heal a lot hurt so less relax a great deal a decent split
i end cheapened down once again another hit
another hit another hit another hit
glad that we all thought of this
face to face with friends legit
cant get no closer then from here i sit
another hit another hit another hit
drugs did this drugs did this
in my mind afloat adrift afloat adrift
just playin' games sober as shit
looking back but today legit
rokkinroll the code breaker
the gamer programmer that went the fuck off
and wrote all of dis !!!
In a narcotic emotional high as shit fit
A fit A fit A fix
A fix a fix a fix
in my mind for eveything i have a fix
many proven many times all of it
a fix a fix a fix
all found inside a fit a fit a fit
where I get lost in chemicals weaving all of this
where am I back in this rift
looking around waking on clouds
i love this view from here were i sit
alone on cotton high above all in a breeze in the sun no pain
my eyes now open and back on earth these wrist
i sometimes wish to wide open split
just crazinesss alll the timmeeeee
a fit a fit a fit

Spiritual Passage - Poetry

The very saddest of all possible ends,

is losing what was once such beautiful friends. 

Changing perspective looking for positive trends, 

Always weeding out in life all that is just pretend. 

What was once so taken in youth for granted with ease, 

it seemed old age in youth was as far away as the stars if you please, 

then suddenly with these gray hairs that accompany, 

realizing time's disappearing more rapid and steadily. 

Stay not consumed with such massive losses, 

always with planned adventures for time granted which remains, 

working with confidence over spiritual attacks, 

focusing even greater now towards gains.

I am always thankful for the time to share which remains, 

now all which remains, 

remains now forever together, 

together, together, forever, friends let's all remain. 

Sharing love and practicing forgiveness in an instant over pride, 

no longer consumed with hurt and pain and silly foolish lies,

Lord lift me up to your perspective so offered for strength in which to overcome, 

by your side these principles so conquer over, when away one use to run.

CIVIC PRIDE ~ Cumberland, Maryland Graffiti ~ 21502 ~ MobiusTripz

CIVIC PRIDE

What comes to mind when you think of Civic Pride ???

Is that the state of Maryland I see on a flag?...and an arrow pointing to Cumberland too?

Do not destroy and waste talent and effort but rather renew a city experiencing deep spiritual pains from hurt started as a cascading of corporate departures in the 1980's.

What is Art??? What conveys a message ??? Who is a catalyst ??? What message do you see ???

Green Street and Chase Street in the 21502 HOOD

Stock photo and all artwork by:

John Swygert 

~a.k.a. ~

MobiusTripz 

"rokkinroll"

LET'S CLEAN THIS TYPE OF GARBAGE UP AND FURTHER RENEW OUR CITY HERE IN CUMBERLAND, MARYLAND. THESE ARE NOT THE TYPES OF EXAMPLES WE CAN AFFORD TO LET STAY LONG AT ALL AND MUST THWART QUICKLY OR BE OVERCOME.

graffiti artist unknown ~ photographed on 01-20-2016

CIVIC PRIDE ~ Cumberland, Maryland Graffiti ~ 21502 ~ #21502, #CUMBERLAND, #MOBIUSTRIPZ, #ROKKINROLL, #SWYGERT

Sour Girl ~ Lyric Design Pattern ~ Scott Weiland and Don Demeo of Stone Temple Pilots

I read one before that stated this but is 100% backwards !!! It is below and between the lines in its entirety.

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A female who displeased after meeting Scott Weiland, or joyful after parting company with him.

She turned away, what was she looking at?
She was a sour girl the day that she met me.

Say, what are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Sour+Girl

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The lyric above are correct but the explanation is what is 100% backwards... so read the lyric again...

She turned away, what was she looking at?
She was a sour girl the day that she met me.

Say, what are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me.

So, there are 4 lines, 1,2,3, and 4. That being said I will refer to those respective  lines by their #'s.

1- insignificant to overall meaning
2- upon meeting the subject of this song, " she was a sour girl the day that she met me"... so, she already was sour...not because of the meeting itself.

She is healing as they know one another

3- Now another is looking at them, the two of them happy, and wondering inconsequentially wuzzzz up ?
4- The day she left him she was a happy girl, and again, not because she left but because she had healed well and became happy before actually moving on.

So she had obviously been on an up and down sway of life and he helped her to heal over such strife and others questioned their relationship with disapproving looks he justifies in answers within the lyric.

His appearance to her changed through experience, as is so very often the case with human beings... where a beautiful woman or handsome man can quickly become ugly when we see one act that is solely distasteful in moral behavior, as most all of us have experienced.

I think she died and he was blamed and he could feel it the way others NOT in the know of the entire situation viewed what they thought they knew.

He was happy to meet her and she was then a teenage girl.

So here is the pattern I see

1212

345

1612

6212

345

3

77

3

122222

ABOVE NOT YET PROOFED ... DO YOU AGREE ???





LYRIC

She turned away, what was she looking at?
She was a sour girl the day that she met me
Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me

What would you do?
What would you do if I follow you?
What would you do? I follow

Don't turn away, what are you looking at?
He was so happy on the day that he met her
Say, what are you looking at?
I was a superman, the looks are deceiving

The rollercoaster ride's a lonely one
I pay the ransom note to stop it from steaming
Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a teenage girl when she met me

What would you do?
What would you do if I follow you?
What would you do? I follow

What would you do?....

The girl got reasons
They all got reasons

What would you do?....

Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
The day that she left me The day that she left me
She was a happy girl the day that she left me
The day that she left me The day that she left me
She was a happy girl the day that she left me