Such of mental velocity
Speed without motion
Such of mental atrocity
Premising the notion

Forgive the passing thief
Tonight is not to steal
The lines of make believe
Crossing what is real

Struggle alone and without qualm
This is the wake of the wise
To hide beneath the calm
Long before they arise

Paint sheds to rebel the foe
Colors fade from remorse
Questions for one to know
Answers all but course

Chained to the light of not
Return to the thorn
Embracing the lot
Until once again, day is born

Passenger to the wings of broken
Justify the language unspoken
Through the gaze of wonder
Exhale the sky, take me under

Am I looking down?
Am I looking up?

There is no free
There is no majesty
There is only me

Passenger to the wings of chokin’
Justify the words misspoken
Bleeding thoughts of splendor
Inhale the mind, poison presenter

Am I reaching down?
Am I reaching up?

Savor this free
Savor this masterpiece
There is only me

Sever the wings of blind and
Justify the lies of rich men
Through the chill of winder
Blaze of cinder, I surrender.

“All rise”. The voice of the judge can be heard reverberating throughout the court room. The air is much like the muddy still waters of a lake drying up. Methodical ritual passed from generation to generation finds itself skewed under the differently cultured growing adults that now fill courts nation wide. What’s really going on inside the minds of jurors? I’ll defer the answer to a comic strip excerpt I found:

The truth in deliberation

Although it is my civil duty and right as an American adult to dump my 2 cents into the legal system, the execution is what gets me. I wake up at 6am for my daily cognition of courtroom grinding. When the legal session is over, my daily session is merely beginning. From court closure I then drive like a bat out of hell toward my place of current employment (who were oh so kind enough to shift my schedule around in accommodation of court times) and struggle retain an inkling of cohesive thought throughout my day (read: night) job. From closure of my employers office I then rush home in a frantic attempt to complete computer repairs before the holidays until around 5am. That is time for 1-2 hours of sleep a night.

I hope someone nudges me out of my mental nap when the judge says “all rise.” this time around…

I recently followed some more information provided here to load the Google android operating system onto an SD card and have windows mobile boot into it. So far I like it, but it isn’t without imperfection. The developers are working hard to correct the minor issues I faced with it: No Bluetooth, resolution and screen orientation.

I also re-flashed my HTC Tilt with a barebones version of windows mobile 6.5. I found that the feature rich version I had led to the early demise of my battery life, so I’m hoping the barebones version I found here will help.

Happy hacking!