Prison Poem #3

I think there for I am

I speak there for I'm heard

I move there for I'm seen

I grasp there for I'm felt

I expire there for I'm smelt

I apply there for I'm tasted

I'm heard there for I am

I'm seen there for I am

I'm felt there for I am

I'm smelt there for I am

I'm tasted there for I am

Band Review

Yesterday I saw the Philadelphia Funk Authority play at Mayfair and let me tell you they burned down the house. Tent, they burned down the tent... Or at least I think that was the source of the smoke. Maybe it was just a smoke machine. But I'm getting carded away. The band was great. Evan the sound mixer was happy to have them. From the guitar and bass to the horns and keyboard this group was incredibly funky. They relay played more than it's possible to play in one hour and fifteen minute act. The vocals. The vocals! The singing was reminiscent of James Brown and Parliament-Funkadelic. The harmonies spanned octaves to a mathematical incongruity. The were great and you can even book them for events! Check out there web site. 

Mind Stream Rant

Its funny how growing up I was a member of the cult of self worship.  But I always thought realign was bogus.  The thing about therapy is it can be an addiction and now that I've gone without the therapist I self analyze.  Any starter in the field knows the dangers of this but its also unavoidable.  I am grateful for any outside analyses but I don't easily go searching for it.  When I do its for one of two reasons: one to self affirm a preconceived notion, two to get an objective perspective when I know I need one.  The first happens more often and Id prefer it never to.  The second is good but sometimes I think its my goal but I'm under a cloud of self deception.  One form of objectivity I've neglected frequently, is to write down my thoughts for latter review.  This I do often now.  I like poetry because I can express a mood or feeling and be completely subjective with out worry.  My best poems are writ in the thralls of a particular emotion.  Such times my rational is always clouded.  At these moments my rational mind takes a back seat.  My prefers definition of insanity is the forfeit of rational thought.  The reason i don't like Einstein's is because there are times when rational thought dictates the repetition of actions.  I should write a poem that has the starting lines repeat 'the definition of insanity is...' Thought Id never keep a journal because I was to afraid of what the reader would think of me.  Now I see the catharsis in releasing my thoughts to paper.  Not relying on it but giving it the burden.

Prison poem #2

What did you say?

I hear, you listen
I whisper, you listen
I converse, you listen
I shout, you listen
I cry, you listen
I moan, you listen
I profess, you listen
I flirt, you listen
I proclaim, you listen
I confirm, you listen
I inform, you listen
I lie, you listen
I plot, you listen
I contort, you listen
I speech, you listen
I jest, you listen
I laugh, you listen
I concede, you listen
I explicate, you listen
I harmonize, you listen
thank you for listening

Philosophical argument

In the nature of human interests I think all people should die.  This is not a threat but an interest in the continuation of entropy.  In the history of this planet 100% of all living things have died.  If one were not to it would be unprecedented.  The understanding given by the law of entropy is that immortality is impossible.  All things no matter how old will cease.  Any goal for immortality is therefor ignorant.  But a goal for longevity is not.  Though to simply strive to off death is also ignorant for one must consider the condition of life.  Currently the goal of a long healthy life has not found fault.  Yet those who pursue it seem to occupy all of there tine with this pursuit.  If all time is spent staying alive and fit then nothing is accomplished for those that have good health naturally know its a means not an ends.  Being of a good and fit nature allows other things to be accomplished.  So if all effort is required to simply maintain good form then the point is moot.  There is a successful counter argument to this; If the aim is to enjoy life and obtaining good health does this then all one needs to do is obtain good health.

Prison poem #1

God is paradox
god is everything, god is nothing
god is essential, god is pointless
to fully embrace god is to embrace pointlessness and essentialness
god is beyond good and evil
god is beyond love and hate.

My Manifesto

The merits of an education are not the regurgitation of facts or the size of vocabulary but the hunger for knowledge.  Through understanding problems are fixed and arguments prevented.  Through knowledge are mistakes avoided and life appreciated.  Through education prosperity rains.  Through ignorance subjugation is enforced.  Through complacency disease festers.  Through stupidity are lies praised.  
These melodies are rampant and each one of us must act to stop the plague from coming upon us.  Seek out new and seek out news.  Find information and tell everyone about it.  Listen to others but do not correct them.  Speak truths and share in information gathering.  Spend time observing without interacting.  And teach without recognition.  Tell stories and jokes and hear them as well.  When finding inaccuracies politely correct.  If a lie is stubborn do not confront it simply speak the truth ells where.  At no point is it good to be short tempered.  Spend time sitting and thanking is silence.  Take the time to thank others.  Thank others for wronging you.  Thank others for likening you.  Thank others for being with you.  There is always another way, but not always a better way.  If help is asked for give it unquestioningly.  If help is needed give it unasked.  If help is provided ask how to assist.  Doubt is a virtue.  If questions of validity are answered growth can accelerate.  Teachers should be thanked, praised, prayed for, welcomed, criticized, and paid well.  Celebrate understanding community.  If two people who disagree are both right separate them and put them in the others place.  Gather.  Record.  Contribute.  

Words that express fealings

My Name is Legion by; Edward Sanford Martin

Within my earthly temple there's a crowd;
There's one of us that's humble, one that's proud,
There's one that's broken-hearted for his sin,
There's one that loves his neighbor as himself,
And one that cares for naught but for fame and wealth,
From much corroding care I should be free,
If I could once determine which is me.
                                       which is me?

"Regardless of the logic, if I am repeatedly doing whatever it is that I am doing, I am getting a payoff.  I will not delude myself by thinking it is not so. If I search, I will find the payoff, because it is there.  I am not getting paid off for some of my patterns of behavior I am getting paid off for all of them, every time.  I am not an exception." - Dr. Phil