Gears and Cogs

I wrote this in 09/09/09
              There was nowhere to go so she went up.  Climbing up the inside of the tower, despite Big Ben’s notoriety not many people have seen the inside.  Cogs and gears worked all around her.  It was like another world, one made of spinning mettle and whirring things of an indescribable nature.  There were two hulking behemoths chasing Jessica.   These men where vary well dressed for this sort of job.  One, the tallest of the pair, very much enjoyed green.  He wore an olive waistcoat with a forest jacket and tie.  While the other had on a very plain brown suit, he enjoyed becoming indistinguishable in the crowed though not being very successful.  These two men where hired by a very rich and private aristocrat.  They didn’t even know his name. 
              Jessica was scared, she felt as though her life was not only over but it would never have been. She didn’t know why she was being chased only that these men did not seem friendly.  The kitchen where she worked with all its hustle and bustle had a lot of gossip so when the two dapper men came to inquire about Jessica the rumor spread fast.  As one cook pout it; “When there are tall men in ominous clothing looking grim and seeming out of place; run.” This piece of advice gave Jessica a head start on her would be captors.  As Jessica quickly heard this, she wanted to get away more and more.  She was nervous not knowing where she could go. 
              Finally reaching the highest level of the clock tower she listened for the sound of the retrievers.  As they were still on their way she found no other option but to climb the clock face, a bountiful piece of new art only being installed twelve years earlier.  The hour hand was at three and the minuet hand at one.  Jessica scrambled up, quickly tiring from the ordeal.  As the fear of the situation over took her she didn’t realize how easy it was getting becoming to climb.  It wasn’t as though her muscles were becoming numb but that they were actually becoming re-energized as she climbed.  As Jessica reached the top of the tower she was practically floating not even sure how she was doing it.  Finally she looked around marveling at the urban sprawl before her.  It looked a strange but gentle monster that was hustling and bustling its way into the evening.   The city she knew as her home became a small puzzle piece in a larger mosaic of a grand London metropolis.  She wondered if the feeling she got was from the beautiful city before her of the new-found ability she possessed. 
              The men were confused as to Jessica’s escape and were apprehensive to tell their employer of their misfortune.  One said “She must ‘ave gone… Where did she go?” The other replied “Don’t think it just hurts my brain.”  Jessica on the other hand was reveling in her escape able to go anywhere and do anything.  All that cooking training for nothing but she didn’t care.  The world was hers and she would have it.  And for all the others that truly woke up that day there are stories for them too. 

Prison Poem #7

Where are you Carl Sagan, they say you are no more but then where you ever?
Why don't you answer me Carl Sagan are you to preoccupied with something else right now?
I watch you Carl Sagan and I fallow the tune of your song.
The universe is everywhere even in your cashmere turtle neck.
Nothing will stop you Carl Sagan not even the Ghost oh so Holy.
Love is many a splendid thing and you know this Carl Sagan.
you know this all to well.  Down in the depths of heaven we travel Carl Sagan.  We are like explorers of a new frontier.  Not a thought for discretion have I.  In your investigation Carl Sagan did you ever find something and regret it? Did you ever keep some truths to your self?
Where are you Carl Sagan, I need to know!

Here is my aura

Pictured using special digital caputiring hardware.

How far is the next atom over?

To quote the skeptic down the street; "how far is far?" if you try to calculate the distance to anything you have to make certain assumptions. You have to assume the space in between is the same kind of space at each point. And that's just the beginning. So how far is it to the nearest star? 4.2421 light years. How far is the nearest pharmacy? This is a little harder for me to answer. How far is it to enlightenment? This is impossible for me to answer. Here's the thing: our knowledge of the first question's answer has changed the most. Our answer to the second question has been the most relative. Our answer to the last question has, in my opinion, always lacked something. Sometimes it lacks a bases in reality sometimes it lacks a bases in thought. So how close am I to the person next to me? How far are we to our neighbor? How far are you to the ones near you? And how close are you to yourself? How close are you to the ones you love? How close are you to happiness? It's not the answer that's important but the question to be considered.

Prison poem #6

Were once wise when wing was whelp.

Don't fuck with an upright and lawful situation Mr. Government;
 for I will not stop till you are no more.
Don't fuck with my consumption of knowledge Mr. Oppressor;
 for I will use what I have to make you nothing.
Don't fuck with my pursuit of faith Mr. Dogmatic;
 for you have but an empty shell of a religion and can not concur me.
Don't fuck with threats to my life Mr. War-monger;
 for self defense means the end of your life.
Don't fuck with my bran chemistry Mr. MD;
 that's my job.

I am smart?

I am smart I have knowledge. I know a lot of facts. It's crazy what kinds of things I know or will fill in. "here's a fun fact..." would could die from boredom before I finished telling all my fun facts. I know a lot about a lot of things. I can say hello in 10 different languages. I can only speak English fluently and Spanish passingly. Me espanyole ess mui bweno en me cabesa. I know how to do a lot stuff... theoretically! I with my knowledge I can problem solve a lot of stuff even that witch I have never seen before. I offer it sometimes because I know how, or will figure out how, or will find out how, to fix stuff. I won't tell you anything you don't already know unless I do. Knowledge is not power; knowledge is potential power at best. I am freely willing to share what I have. 
I am not sure why I feel the need to complain about the fact I know something.  Its a good trait to have.  I have helped myself for the knowing of something but it when relying on just my smarts I usually haven't succeeded It takes more than knowing to win.  What is the other half of the battle?

Prison poem #5

Sum of the Parts

Two plus two equals for not that is matters why is god mad max is in thunder and lighting are scary.  Where two or more gather you have a conspiracy is the state.  None to much can I do what no.  No.  NO.  Yeah.  Feelings do not integrate with imagination.  True to form I fail.  Yell College of Music can be none to good a place for an Anthropologist.  Thrice the bell tells the time.  When we are in the place of mercy god says "to-ralu, tura-lu".  From time to time I can tell if this is real or if this is a dream but afterwords I cant remember which it is.  There is no mercy for the wise.  To much of a good thing is greater than the hole in my pocket.  For what is it that we are not or for what are we for? in the end we can not hear the devil speak for in the end we are not.  To much to much.  To much.  To much.  To Much.  Sing little birdy.  I will dance in the morning and go bad in the night.  Five times I fallow the path round and round the pentagon grove.  Flowers bloom and guns glow.  Round and Round in surceal sow.  This little piggy aught pork and glutinous was he.  I am.  He is.  They are.

Sloping falling tipping crawling

I seem to be breaking a law right now. Or to be more spasific I seem to be breaking an agreement with one governmental official to not be in sertan situations. I have a desior to disclose and a fear of repercusions so I seem to be wandering around not saying what I'm saying. Right now I'm at an art gallery oppenimg. The artest; Michael Haleta is daybewing his 'futuristic textures from the future' collection. Now that I've gotten over the anishle ness of all this I can go into simply saying that the art here is realy cool. I like the  comic deconstruction so much that I think it is going to make a splash. Futuristictexturesfromthefuture.blogspot.com

Prison Poem #4

Cramped Living Space

Frisky business strategies make a life time of success.  Why? Because no one is able to ignore sex.  All react to it.  Love, Lust, Fucking, Abstinence.  The four are all in response to sex.  Life don’t talk to me about life.  True lie’s are antithetical.  Beast breast.  Young mercenaries march maddening into the midnight melancholy.  Ferocious fangs fight frisky fluid fronts of friendship.  Error.  Error.  Recalibrating.  truth.  Doctrine.  Dogma.  Catechism.  Satan.  Laughter.  Recalibrating.  Truth.  Love.  Freedom.  Boehme.  Drugs.  Unshaven.  Tweuwy we awew the most bewtafew peopew in the howe wide wouwd! Comedy.  Laughter.  Two men walk into a bar.  There is no business.  Drenched in sweet, shaking from exertion, smiling with pride.  Wondering if I got the part.  There’s a moment when the entire world comes together to celebrate one person.  This happens to everyone more often then we notes.  Life it’s all the… Can you taste the lemon? Fruit? Bach, Brams, von Batovan, Petrovich Eliach.  One man leaves, pause for laughter.  Change channels before the commercial brake.  Cramped living space

Whats up

I have nothing pre-written for this post.  I'm writing free and unbidden that is I am not thinking about what I'm writing just, just writing.  Whats going on with me? This is a good question.  I'm currently in a program to help integrate people into productive places in society.  This sounds fancy and so dose Christian Living Program.  It is actually helpful and I am hoping that through the help of this program I will have a job, place and weekly social events.  There are some of us in this program that drag our feet when the opportunity to change, grow, or better ourselves.  The group was made up of twelve.  Some where kicked out others left, now where down to eight.  I cant think of leaving and I'm disparately afraid to get kicked out. I feel like this is my last chance to make it  and I am afraid of the the alternatives.  Its frustrating that I have the capabilities to do so much but not the skill.  Is there any work out there for a guy who can repair and fix almost any computer problem? I'm not blowing my skill out of proportion its just that most problems that come up on personal computers are fixable with a limited number of tools.  I have the tools.