Future plans

I've made progress on the knitting.

I am planing on finishing the prison poem series on a biweekly biases.

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I will be finishing off my prison poem sears biweekly, ending with the vary first thing I wrote.

A retelling of an old story

A Man Of Many Stories

      This is not a story, well I say it is not a story but that is because I have yet to get to the story part.  You see, I tell stories as a hobby but I learned the talent from my father.  And yes it is a talent which can be learned.  My father and I talk about story telling quite a lot and that is why I will tell you one.  The part of this that is a story is about a man, a simple man, which has no ego.  The story goes something like this…
      In a town not far from hear in a land very far away.  There was a young man that considered himself quite the intellectual.  He was not known to many but those that did know him called him Barry.   This was not his name but the pronunciation of his true name was too complicated for everyone ells.  So Barry the scholar was fast asleep when he had a dream that he was wining a contest.  Up with a start he proclaimed his dream to be the future.  After a while he realized that if he were to realize the dream he would have to study.  So to the books he ventured, investigating all known volumes on philosophy, psychology, theology, and cartoons, for who doesn't like cartoons.  Finally after many weeks of this he emerged disheveled and unshaven, but with knowledge he felt could rival any other. 
      On the other side of town was a man, a simple man, a man with no ego.  This man was named Nasreddin.  He was the local Mullah and went about steeling arguments as was the job of Mullah.  Though he himself disagreed many thought Nasreddin the wisest man of all time.
      Barry decided that the contest that he was fated to win was with the Mullah.  So he boasted his inelegance around the town and even set a date for the competition.  On the day the contest was supposed to be heeled Nasreddin was not to be found for he was asleep in bed.  On the next day he was also asleep in bed, but on the third day he wondered out of his house and was rushed to the contest by spectators.  Bewildered he found a seat not realizing it was the one across from Barry.  After a long silence the two men locked eyes and that's when Barry knew he would begin.  First Barry drew a cercal.  Then Nasreddin drew a line splitting it in half.  Barry pondered this and drew another line splitting the cercal into fours.  Nasreddin confused by this scratched it all out.  As the realization dawned on Barry his jaw dropped he had lost. 
      The two men went there separate ways and soon after no one saw Barry again.  But before he disappeared he was asked what it all meant.  In reply he stated that the cercal represented truth.  That the split meant there is always a lie with every truth.  That the quartering symbolized the only four truths that there are: the four elements.  Finally when the Mullah rubbed out the picture he was saying everything is nothing, and this is the one ultimate truth.  On the other hand when Nasreddin was asked what happened he simply said "He wanted a pie, I thought lets share it, but when he cut into fours I realized this is ridiculous its not real food." 
      So there you have it the true reason I like pie, because it's the one and only truth.  And that is not a story. 

Workking!

I got a job I work twelve hour shifts! 3-4 days a week if I don't sign up for more.  I haven't been writing because there hasn't been much time at the computer.  I'm going to try to make a buffer to keep some thing going; look foreword to more prison poems.





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I'm sinking

I feel like I'm tredding water.  Trying to get some where but losing energy and I call out for help but I don't eaven get a floater.  Its painful.  Its Scary. It makes me angry! Now You get to see me angry! I don't turn green.  I turn cold.  I calculate.  Revenge is a dish that's not easy to make.
I am looking for work anything that will help me to keep going until I can get to where I want to go.  I just hope the dour is open when I get there, assuming i get there at all.  The next days, weeks, month will be crucial!
There will be a new poem this wednesday 

Me now

I am writing this today Friday.  Usually I write things in advance, use a buffer.  But I ran into a problem at the place I'm staying and now I'm spending a lot more time job hunting.  I'm having money trouble again.  Next month I'm moving to a new place that charges weekly rent.  Without a job I wont last long.  I am searching in the Allentown aria and its tough.  I'm so tired right now its not fun. I'm going to try to keep up the regular blog schedule but I may have to drop one of the days.  Ill continue alternating between rants and poems, or at least try to.  I still have a lot more in the prison poem series. 

One more time

In times of sorrow and of hardship.  There is a light shining in front of me.  Let it shine on till tomorrow so let it be.  If you are down and have no way to see the light, trust in thee.  There will be an answer so let it be.  There always will be an answer and that is enough for when the point of life is to search for this than the thing we can not forget is that it is out there.  I am not a perfict man far from it but I strive for perfection and I've been told that striving for is perfection.  So when someone says you cant do something that it is imposible tell that it is not becouse you are doing it right now.  I am self distructive and self sabitojing.  its not good but Im trying to change.  There will be an answer and it probobly will be lifted from a popculture reference.  I did it this blog is One year old!

Can you see me?

If your reading this then I have found life and am now living. Please do not morn my existance it is a good one. Dispite all the attractions death brings I did not fall into the brink. So now I continue on this path where ever it takes me. Hope all is well with you. What ever choice you make I hope you make peace with it. This may be our last communication but do not fear life can be good dispite the well known to the contrary.

You can help

This is cindof last minute but I didn't realy get it till now that one of the real powerful things a blog could do was actuly link to others and give them more traffic as aposed to trying to get all the atention. So in this weard idea I say go to theboomeffect.org it's a great couse and I'll be there all day today. My suport for Tee is rather short but only becuse of my abilety to give. I figure if I'm broke I shouldent give money so everything I can think of I'll do. Again this is cindof last minute but still go and make the effect boom. (bad pun, very nesesary) All the best to evreone realy doing something for the Morris family.

lay out

This is a general description of the types of posts I will be spouting to the overall cacophony that is the internet:

1.     I will be for the most part typing stream of consciousness BS that is on my mind.  

2.     Some of the time I will discus resent episodes of TV shows I am a fan of.  

3.     On an occasion I will have a prepared essay with a fluid and mostly coherent theme.  

Some introduction maybe preceding each post but not always.  

So please enjoy, and don’t hesitate to leave feedback (apparently we* feed on the stuff). 

*even though I am incredibly new at this I do include myself in the great ranks of the blogosphere.