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Writing is sex. Good writing is like good sex; you have that satisfied smile afterword. The act of writing is often vary hard and needs a lot of pushing to get it done. If someone gets into a writers groove then the process becomes vary carnal. The act of writing can be very pleasurable as with sex. As with the nature of sex writing begets more writing. When writing with a passion there can come a time when pressure builds up and the final release is glorified in the form of words on the page, sometimes haphazard and messy sometimes not. When the writer is charged up again then they might find the sensual nature of their work vary comforting and will enjoy returning to the task.

Life love and knitting

I learned to knit about four months ago.  and now I do it almost every day.  making something almost every week.  there are examples on my Facebook page.  I have been thinking about what to do with all the stuff ive made.  I think im going to start an Etsy page soon.

Prison Poem #13

How in the haven can I remember that life is now but there cant be more to it than no one knows.  Life is gods walk.  True life is of death.  This is my act, your will.  You show me in discourse, visions, and repeated advice.  No man is subject to only them self.  I flower in your beautiful splendor.  Lotus, posies, tulips, gladiolus.  On harmony we strive.

Prison Poem #12

Tea is no delusion but the British forsake us

and imbeciles and gun lovers I do not party with

No I am a smart ass; which is why I hate fat

ivory; its so full of contraband   

Earth is my home don't shit on it, bitch.  

Prison Poem #11

Through the Cartesian thought experiment I can not trust the reality around me except on the assumption that it has been therefor it is likely to still be.  Statistics become the most reliable ground for truth.  Emotion throws a monkey wrench into this whole thing.

Prison Poem #10

Drugs are Wack

Irregular boils cover my ass.  Meth fiends are selling jewelry at a very nice price.  Crack rocks can cause cancer if your a Taurus.  Know thy self.  Gnow thy self.  Destruct attorneys play golf for friends in white hats.  No man is an archipelago.  White is the new yellow.  To much of a good thing gives my lady a hard-on.  Down with soup.  Tut-tut the king is a nudist.  Mary would you like a giro? Go to the bark and ask for your money.  That's what I'm talking about.  To much change can cause flexibility.  Yoga has a long list of side effects.  Take two and call me in the afterlife.  White powder is dangerous.  Many have tried.  One and one and one is three.  I've got blisters on my fingers.  Trust is a two way street.  How many lanes? Crazy people see the clues.  Nice try god Ill get you next time.

Fest de musik

On Sunday the fifth I went to a festival in Bethlehem Pennsylvania called musikfest.  I went to see Philadelphia Funk Authority.  It was great.  I saw them a few months ago at Mayfair.  This band is really good.  I have it on good authority that they schedule vary few rehearsals together.  Before they played I was lucky enough to be at the before party for hosted by George Hrab.  He and his friends were vary welcoming, they are some of the smartest most skeptical people in the aria.  What a refreshing change for me.  It is great to find a group that can say wait amount where is this information coming from? what is it biased on? how valid is it? I have found my tribe. 

The past year has been a life changer for me, I now have a new goal and a new set of standards and principles for myself.  With this I can be 'part of ' instead of 'solo' it makes me happy.  There was no mountain to high and no valley to low. 

Prison Poem #9

Acid Trip

Bivel balather blah. No this is your dog speaking.  Yes you are stoned.  Don't touch that lamp. Where are you doing  Tick. Tick. there's a tick in my fun.  Dose this remind youof anything? Follow me.  Down down into christmass town.  The town of mass for christ.  What is mass is it the things that take up space or a great song? Maybe there's a requiem. Tick. Tick. Tick, your late! The baby is overdrew.  Your bass is going to fire you.  What time are you on? You mist it the buffets gone.  Your late.  Where were wing wizle. A nice pint is just what I need.  Wheres the sangria? Don't ask questions your stoned.  Fear is the mind killer.  Mine is the feeler.  Theres no business like showbuziness so get up on stage and shake it.  To much of a good thing can make you love Jesus.  Christ Christi what is up with you.

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. 

Worked at a fair

 

That's Ox!

I worked at the kutstown folk festival last week and it was hot.  I got some good food and met some nice people.  There was an ox roast that was delicious and a glass blower that was really cool, or hot.  The theme was heavy on Pennsylvania Dutch.  I had an exhausting time and my boss was... is looking over my shoulder. 

Motevation

Run! That's all there is. Action. The willingness to do. I am working to change my life around. I was a passive slacker. I am now trying to make every moment count but. There's still this part of me that doesn't want to Suffer now for a long term goal. There are times when I remember it's more important to put up with this now then to repeat it later. I'm trying to make those moments more frequent. I run and that helps. I do yoga and that helps. I write and thy helps. I talk to people and that helps. I try to be accountable. There's this desire to run away strip naked and frolic with out a care in the world. I couldn't  last like that. There is a different kind of peace in responsibility, this is my goal. Routine is my serenity.  

Prison Poem #8

Mrs. Brown

Sylvia,
Sylvia why do you claim so?
The truths you profess are subjective at best,debating to and fro.
Descriptions in hand miracles worked, truths proven unsure,
Sylvia you are wonderful and let you voice be pure.

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. 

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.

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?

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

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.

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