Funking

What a night! they were incredible.  I watched until I couldn't help but start dancing.  The band, consummate professionals, played there talent to the fullest.  There was so much funk that the hole club was overflowing.  The dance flore was packed with bodies, feeling the rhythm  The dance made for good cardio.  I cant seem to stop gushing.  Any way the Philadelphia Funk Authority played MainGate and they will play there again on the 16th.  Ill be there will you?

Prison Poem #21

Life Is Like

life is like a rose.
life is like three dollar bill; pretty and real and spent well.
life is like a summer day; lazy
life is like no word at all; understanding
life is like time going backwards; things make sense
life is like sex in a hammock; two people afraid of falling out
life is like a prison cell; cozy, constructive, confusing, inspiring
life is like drugs bought on the street; over priced and unsatisfying
life is like a wake up hangover; wondering what happened the night before
life is like an old tombstone; politely ignored
life is like
life is like a misunderstanding
life is like a person
life
life is like a piece of fruit
life is like a peace of fruit
life is like a still portrait; sitting still for hours in an awkward pose
life is like a contortionists smile
life is like a wake; people coming together
life is
life is like a simple truth
life is like a simulation
life is like time trapped in a bottle
life is like the impossible
life is like a bad wine; only enjoyed at low standards
life is like a crazy person giving good advice
life is like a triumvirate
life is like death
life is like blood
life is like eating your greens
life is like expectation
life is
life is not like rose
life is like sweet honey
life is like bitter sugar
life is like a Nobel prize; not always given to the deserving
life is like a landfill
life is like superman
life is like a poem on repeat
life is like the shiny new toy
life is like Freud, Grafenberg, Descartes, Jung, Plato, Nietzsche, Gendell, Sunzi, and Rosen all in one
life is like a lie
life is like a GPS with out street names or destinations
life is like cake
life is like a Vandergraph machine
life is like choice
life is like change
life is
life is like life

Prison Poem #20

I am myself alone.  I am a singular entity in a maelstrom of others.  I am by myself in the emptiness between others.  I am singular and solidly consistant, my size does not vary, my perseption limeted.  i have a singular perception, it being incomplete.  I am just me.  This is new.  What am I? A machine of biological complexity processing fuel, exerting waist, and expending energy?

I am everyone.  all ma I.  The one I see is me.  God perceives all.  I see the waring parties and they are themselves each other, they are me and I they.  We are me as I am all.  Love rains.  Im so alone I am more man then god.

I am a man searching for his god half.  I am a devine uncertainty with without divinity.  I am

I knit

Prison Poem #14

A dialog with nobody

"Thought you were writing."
"Its not enough."
"Ha ha."
"No more."
"For now we will sing pretty little love songs."
"To much of a good thing can drive you angry.  Not that you'd knotes."
"From one to all."
"All is me."
"God is."
"Hellos welcome to reality, may I take your order?"
"This is a dream."
"Once I woke up and found that I was asleep."
"Tape this for it will not happen again."
"The, wind blows the, string sounds the, fire combusts the, field turns."
"Happy sounds make sad smells."
"From me to you with Gods love."
"She can only be one."
"Is it a loneliness that we make?"
"To me?"
"For what?"

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 #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.

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 #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

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

Buddhist Chanting

This saved me from a panic attack.