The Pampered Prisoner: Poetry by Prisoners II

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The Poetry Corner II

"ME" submitted by Bobby J. Town ~ TN View Bobby's Ad
Hear me when I speak, because my words have become my way
of life, my way to share; the only way that I'm able to connect
with the outta world.
Feel me when I write, because my words are the thoughts that
rotate around my heart, my words sends the message that my
heart holds deep, and my words allows you to know that I
speak from the heart.
Enjoy what you hear, and feel the enjoyment of what I write,
I send you one of my own creations, I send you my
ability to form my own thoughts, and make it reality. I bring
to existence my inter most passionate emotion: I BRING YOU,
"ME"...

"JUST A THOUGHT" Truly there comes a time when you have misconceptions about
things or when you allow someone to misunderstand just how you
feel. So please don't blame me when everything don't go
right, or when you have the wrong outlook on the way things are.
Just know that there is but, "ONE" that is perfect, and He is
undescribable, "I" Well, I'm just "ME", and I need you to
relate to who I am.

"MY SUNSHINE" From the day we met I have been taken by your beauty, I have been touched by your grace, and embraced by your ray's of joy. I see brighter days, and a more better way to relate to the many things that has been taken from me in the past. To have your love is as equal to the fresh air that we breath. Sunshine, when I think of you, I think of but one thing: My very own rainbow, that comes after the rain. And it takes you to produce it. "SHINE FOR ME NOW"

WHAT'S LOVE? Love to me is how someone allows you to feel,
Love will make the feeling seem so real...
Love to me is what two people share,
Love is when you two can just stand and stare.
Love is how you make life seem grand,
Love is when you walk through a crowd, and still hold hands.
Love is great, and Love is fair,
Love is the reason I'm always there.
So to know what's Love, and know it exist,
Know that it start with just a little kiss.

WHAT'S LOVE?

"P A I N T E D F A C E S" submitted by Beverly Bret Lawless ~ TX View Beverly's Ad
A clown is hard to know,
The one under the painted faces that show.

Hi! I'm a clown with painted smiles,
My clothes are prismatic styles.

My Circus friend left for clowns Heaven,
We traveled the circuit from age eleven.

I dream of Clowns Heaven, missing my friend,
I paint a smile that appears true, as I mend.

A real person lives under these painted faces,
A dreamer of Clowns Heaven high Spirit places.

The Circus mirrors seem to reflect the Big Top in the sky,
Dreaming of Clowns Heaven, and my Circus friend is why.

A clown is hard to know,
The one under the painted faces that show.

Poet Tree
By: Beverly
Composed by: Beverly Bret Lawless #775728
Date: 6/18/2005

WARRIORESS: Warrioress Nobility robed in white,
The world won't see your face until day light.

You can find gold at a Spirit fountain,
You won't find God in a stone goddess on a mountain.

The warrioress smiling at a sacrificial fire
With sheets of memories in choir.

Nobility as silence to a lost worlds voice,
Singing over one Christian warrioress; the Angels rejoice.

Warrioress: Jesus knows your heart day and night
But the world won't see your face until day light.

Property of: Air Motion Sound
Owned by & composed by: Beverly Bret Lawless #775728
POET TREE
By: Beverly

THE FULL HOUSE The faucet dripped
The sinner slept,
The full house seemed lonely and straight.

Still waters run as we sleep,
Dreams have wings
They wernt for the sinner to keep.

A death has happened in a sinners house.

Understanding that time was no more,
The wall clock stopped
Before it was arrested.

The Moon light was full and shy,
At the top of the windows;
The sinners death is why.

The wind blows around the screen door,
Banging and screeching no more.

A death has happened in a sinners house,
The only sound is the silence out of a loud past.

The dancing girl in neon light
Followed by the words; THE FULL HOUSE TAVERN.

A death has happened in a sinners house.

The music box will sing for a dime,
The words dont seem to rhyme.

With thanks to EMILY & BOB

DO YOU SPEAK ANGEL? VERSE
As a child I was musing
In the magic rain,
I saw foot prints in the sand,
The Heavens opened,
And you stepped out of God's hand.

CHORUS
Do you speak Angel?
Do'es an Angel really cry?
Do you walk Heaven?
Do you sing and sigh?
Do you speak Angel?

VERSE
If you cry?
I'll be your Angel wings,
If I cry?
You can be my Angel wings,
We'd be A I R M O T I O N
In the magic rain,
With Angel wings.

CHORUS
Do you speak Angel?
Do'es an Angel really cry?
Do you walk Heaven?
Do you sing and sigh?
Do you speak Angel?

BRIDGE
Do you fluff the clouds?
Do you spin the star?
Or do you just fly on by?

CHORUS
Do you speak Angel?
Do'es an Angel really cry?
Do you walk Heaven?
Do you sing and sigh?
Do you speak Angel?

VERSE
In the magic rain
You stepped out of God's hand,
With Angel wings,
And a Heaven train.

BRIDGE
Do you become in love
When the sun flies?
Like a Holy Dove,
I'm a child in love.

CHORUS
Do you speak Angel?
Do'es an Angel really cry?
Do you walk Heaven?
Do you sing and sigh?
Do you speak Angel?

Composed by: Beverly Bret Lawless #775728
Year 2005, Month June, DAY nine.

(A Million Miles Away) submitted by Robert A. Navarro ~ TX View Robert's Ad
There's not enough room to roam
in tight places.
My bird wings don't seem to work
without staples.
Yet I try to stay gone all the time.
The world zooms in and retreats,
then fades back into a swarm
of gray-blanched shadows.
Of dust and ignorance on the drab
prison air, seething with prison guards
full of hatred and oppression.
It ain't easy being in here, so I try
to stay gone all the time.

CORRECTIONAL??
MORE LIKE CORRUPTIONAL!! submitted by Juan Pena ~ TX View Juan's Ad
Apprehended from society
At the age of seventeen.
Placed in a "correctional" facility,
Better yet, the pen.

I see nothing "correctional"
About Administration Segregation.
No rehabilitation for denial of education,
So then WHY the proclamation??

The SYSTEM would go bankrupt
If all inmates were to be "correctionalized".
For IT feeds off every single inmate
When they become institutionalized.

It's a MULTIMILLION DOLLAR SYSTEM,
And on the cool, it's against betterment.
It wouldn't make sense to HELP
MILLIONS OF DOLLARS "outwit" the Establishment.

THE CARD DEALER Some of society inquires about a convict's past, why and how they came to be wher e they are. That they'd like to know about the ANTAGONISTS of life. Now, henceforth, I speak for myself, so let me tell you beforehand that, I apologize, for it is difficult to break things down with ink on paper about this controversial life.

Out in the streets at a young age is where it all began. I wasn't born in a golden cradle, not was I fed with a silver spoon. Always on the brink of poverty wasn't what I wanted my life to be. So the issue revolved on one thing and one thing only--money. At first it was all fun and games. But eventually became serious. So much drug consumption almost left me delirious. For one survives how one can, but get caught with your guard down and life will foil your plans.

Then came the penitentiary. This will be my stomping ground for a good portion of my life. And because of this lifestyle, one is mentally, emotionally, spiritually and even physically scarred. What I've experienced has made my, once upon a time soft heart, EVOLVE, and grow an inbrication of scales with one goal in mind--to keep it from being torn apart. Now, don't get me wrong, for I DO FEEL, one only has to scratch and dig deep, to know that my heart is real.

So it all boils down to this: life is the card dealer and I'm shoved to the table whether I want to play or not. The hands are dealt and I end up holding: three 7's and two JACKS (a full house)!! Life holds: three 2's, one ACE and one QUEEN (three of a kind).

"I'm good to go!" I exclaim!! So I quickly reach for my winnings, only to receive a slap on the hand and a mocking reprimand. "Deuces are wild, boy! I win again!!" Life doesn't always play fair... or at least it didn't so with me. So that is how I, a convict, came to be.

"How Much" submitted by Terry M. Kightlinger ~ PA View Terry's Ad
How much do I love you
Words could not say
How long is forever
When I am away
A moment without you
Is an eternity apart
When I'm lost in the darkness
You're the light in my heart
And all of your beauty
Sets my heart aflame
I'd tell the world I love you
With no type of shame
You fill me with passion
Strength, hope and surprise
How much do I love you
Like stars love the sky...

"Need to Remember" A whisper in the wind, words of hello
The taste of your lips, the smile that I know
That look in your eyes, a song so sweet
The beating of our hearts, each time that we meet
Watching the sunset, with you hand in hand
The pull of the moon, one woman and man
That one little hair, that falls in your eye
I brush it away, as we kiss goodbye
The sound of your voice, when I call on the phone
Missing you already, and you just got home
Timeless memories, I'll be your Romeo
There for art our love shall be, no matter where we go
Through the long summer nights, and the chill of December
These are the things, I need to remember...

"The pain of missing you..." I am trying to sleep away the pain of missing you
My tears fall on my pillow, my heart is feeling blue
It is hard loving someone, yet being so far away
I can feel my heart breaking more and more every day

I yearn for your kiss, your tender touch
The sound of your voice, I miss you so much
The way that you move, the look in your eyes
Wishing I could hold you as I lay here and cry

Time has been so cruel, keeping us apart
But I know I'll be there soon with the keeper of my heart
As I close my eyes to sleep, I pray you love me too
And I will try to sleep away the pain of missing you.

(Poem #1) submitted by Christopher Mills ~ MD View Christopher's Ad
Suffering continuously in the prison of cyclic-existence,
They think my innocence is nonsense
From the other-side of the fence where obedience to ignorance
And the evidence of suspense
Is so fraudulent
I yawn in my sleep
Just a mailbox athlete who dreams incomplete
Without the pulse of the street
The bittersweet language of concrete that only writers speak
Abundant misconceptions cheat
The pain of dirty-finger pilot marker packing children of the-
Eighties rooftop babyies who rack paint crazy and freeze in
Pin striped lee's hypotheses of lead-paint disease
School-27 dirty mattress flipping trapeze
No health care but macho welfare cheese
In my good the holy-ghost
Robs banks on a skateboard
It's too-late Lord
In a dentupulled Ford
Satan done collected his reward...

(Poem #2) The question we-seek are seeking-us
Even if we don't know the questions
The lessons must
Be the geometric opposite of this sphere
Where flying grit-wiggers consume beer
And study ghetto engineer frontiers
Go-hard white boys with tattooed tears
Who haven't see there family in years
Comrades raised with no dads
A sad ironclad busten tags with all he ever had
Mistaken-liberation was more than a fad
Conviction in accordance with the fact
But-lack
Actual realization of what I believe
All you see is a hidden sleeve thieve
Who plays make believe
That one day he will achieve
The stillness of the invisible question.

(Poem #3) Abandoned house windows doors boarded
Crack-packs shorted from runnas pill shaking-gun'as
Scabs on top of track marks fact-charts don't tell ya bout the
47-year old sock shop lifta skin-popa mista
Can't find a vein but can't miss the pain blood moneys her name
Compulsive urges and shame jumped bail along time ago
Across the street from bea-gaddy where the preacha pushes a
Caddy and sista hurt feet calls him daddy
Car horns been in and out of dirty feet fene-treats who baby makers
Leak with slimy streams of murda
I once hearda bout this white cat who at night rapped in duncan
Alley where the pitts fight and the s*** ripe for uni maker
Fame chasers roof lasers no proof that fase is -wuz- use to
Be fly gangsta graff-deniro butcher hill hero paint racking king
From the kingdom of empty refrigerators
Kool-aid and nowlaters on holidays Murray steaks await the
Food stamp champ at camp pencil-fight shorty you betta have yoe
S*** tight, wanna go writing tonight steal a car fight tonight
Patterson park water fountain like ash trays
The fast way to the grand movies is to cut through the park
Spitball attack the pond sharks who pose as winos
Said she loved the rain the way the water washed her make-up
In smears like the fears and pain that stain her doors like period
Gas that beatboxes in her a** from no irish spring said she
Don't eat meat but loved the smell of rotten twang
Who shot Jr? Guess they'll never find out,
Saddam doesn't recognize America's courts only stolen gas and
Newports, at least his sons went out with some balls, like Jam
Masta Jay "yes yes ya'll" by the time I got an Adidas sweat suit
Them s*** were played, I guess lil epic didn't wanna stay
On this planet where Janet gets chased for her nipple
Like Ned did by aunt Easter with his ripple
Hey main man gotta nickle, I love them bazooka Joe gums I use
To live by the teachings he had inside the rapper
Polock sausage and draft beers half queers with fears of being
Themselves while in the good old U.S of A but hey
Joanie loved Chachi and the Fonz shoots dope
Ralph and Potsi smoke boat and go fishing wishing that the
Quiet noise would stop whispering screams in there dream.

Industrial Capitalist Fertilizer Prison-wisdom legislative
The polished mirror speculative
Where consecutive life sentences are more lucrative
You can give the fugitive inevitable consequences
Ever since the rinse of the fiscal quagmire
It's been Amerikkka the dragon breathing fire
Back breaking taxation occupier of others empires
While the patriotic choir
Sings with desire in the midst of the flames
The detained become a number instead of a name
Peep the nasa-made hurricanes that constrain the poor
Anything to get your mind off the Iraq war
Drifting down the drain while the Iraq campaign
Is explained over champagne
J.P Morgan and John D Rockefeller type-game
Civic activist hypocrites favorite patriotic industrialist
Chisled there s*** into war profits
Congressional counterfeit economies that transmit
Camera's on light poles
To catch those-taggers-
Who only wants the world to know that the poor are still alive
Weapons of mass destruction and all that jive
Should be more preferential
Household full of mould and crayon fase tags
Washed dishes and took a bath with the same rag
Born living out of bags the Patterson Park scallowwag
Stuck in the jurisdiction of forsaken living
Steel bars painful scars mental strains waist chains
Only friend left is stain
Hard to sustain in such a domain
Years wasted hope tasted
One day fase will make-it...

Resiliency Barricaded in the sphere of self-unfolding
Ten-years & still holding
Even when its smoldering I'm never folding
Mechanical solitude that's solar golden
Pineal gland withstand the mental-hygiene of the unclean
None next-to-me very much use to irreducible complexity
Recipe of unspoken pedigree
The punctuated equilibrium concentration I'm dying-waiting
In the annex den of recycled oxygen
My pen sleeps waiting-contemplating Psalm 22:1
The omerta of the apocryphal son

The Rainbow Seeker In this world shared by many
Filled with unrealized dreams and wounded hearts
Expectations that slowly trickle down the souls
Of those lady tranquility seems to have forgotten
There's a trail of salty tears making its unchecked
Descent down the faces of misery
Yet, one needs only to look within
To find the courage to flex on
For nestled between a lifetime of tragedies
And an overabundance of pain...
There! Right There!
That little glimmer of light...
I pray that you can see it my friend
Reach out and take hold of the glimmer of hope
Through its mystical powers
Pain can be transformed into an ache
An ache into numbness
Numbness into acceptance
Acceptable into strength
The strong move forward finding the courage
To wipe their tears
Entertaining the idea of dreams... new expectations
Then suddenly, that little glimmer of light
Is transformed into a myriad of colors
Fabulous colors that can only be discerned
By one who is willing to seek the rainbow.

"Nightmarez of a Lonely Cell" submitted by Louis J. Felix ~ AZ View Louis' Ad
Nightmarez of a lonely cell
Lonely nightz. Lonely yearz.
Lonely dreamz. Lonely nightmarez
Tattoo tearz
Shed all alone
In the dead of night.
As I hold my pillow tight.
As thoughtz of you
Grow wingz and take flight.
Lonely cell fantasiez.
Arouse me from my restless sleep
As my heartbeat grows weak.
Sunshine seemz dim
Starz? Not so bright.
Rainbow losez color in the harsh prison light.
As the barz on my window block my sight.
Loneliness on my mind.
Long dayz and even longer nightz.
Memories of a past long passed
Torture...
Worse then hell
These are nightmarez of a lonely cell.

"Many Summer Rainz" Many summer rainz have pass
Leaving the valley of my soul
Entrench.
With morning dew.
Mountain streamz of teardropz
Free flowing.
As my heart threaten to stop.
Heartbeatz. heartspeakz.
Lonely soul weepz.
Long lost memoriez devour me.
Many summer rainz
Encompass me.
Riverz of pain
Flowing freely.
As it stripz me and ripz me apart.
Piece by piece
Past memoriez. Engulf.
Some good.
Some bad.
Most, mostly sad.
In time some should heal
But for some
Time will forever stand still.

"Chain of Fire" Sometimez envy and jealousy
Make people look ugly.
Yet some... wear it well.
Them are the same people
Who will never prevail.
They don't understand real life.
Don't understand that there wordz
Cut like a knife... or
Maybe they do?
Yet, don't understand that one went thru hell
To reach this state of bliss.
Don't understand that... I hate oddz.
But yet, I'm content with evenz.
Can't understand
When they're coming...
I'm already leaving.
Hatred!
Causez a chain reaction
A chain of fire
A flame of blazed from the father to the son...
To thosez seedz yet to come.
Envy and jealousy
Makez the world an ugly place.
Just stop and take a look at some of the peoplez facez
Their potential beauty marred.
By scarz of hatred.
To hate them back... is just a waste of time
Because most... are already dead inside...

"Vengeance is Mine" What I'm about to say is veracious and sincere. Some people don't understand my pain, not having my friend here. Still the question haunts me, why him? What for? And who? Taking a friend like Bobby away from us, wasn't a clever thing to do. I'm writing this poem for you, his mother, to tell you my pain, only you and a few others know, with Bobby not here it's not the same. What really annoys me is, someone took him away from his kid. But "Jaden" will be taken care of and Bobby will look down, on the things I did best to show my "Dawg" he has a true friend, that has been left behind, that's why I can't wait to finally finish this load of time. All I have of my friend is old memories stored inside my mind, I want you to not worry and keep a smile, cause Vengeance is mine.

Untitled submitted by Travis L. Standlee ~ TX View Travis' Ad
I've dreamed of you, although I've never known you,
I know you, though I've never seen your face.
I close my eyes - my heart reaches out to you.
Although it's hard to reach out from this place.

Sometimes it seems a day goes on forever,
Sometimes it seems a year is just a day,
But here I am, just waiting for your letter,
You have a friend - I'm just a stamp away!

Here in this place, it always seems like midnight,
But we all need someone to light our way,
With a kiss, a touch, a smile, or just a letter.
You can make this darkest night as bright as day.

In this life, all of us need someone,
Someone to keep close, and always trust,
I can't say I'm your someone - but I'm someone,
So let's see what the future holds for us...

"Who Am I?" submitted by Walter Rogers ~ MI View Walter's Ad
This shade of color or no color,
does that define who I am?

The curly, straight, red, blond, brown, short or long,
does the texture or color of my hair define who I am?

The blue, green, brown or the color that changes depending on my mood,
does that define who I am?

Tall, short, midget, obese, skinny, freckles, that birth mark there,
does that define who I am?

I am a father, mother, son, daughter, husband, wife,
does my title define me?

Old money, new money, honest money, dirty money,
does my money define me?

I am more than then sum of my parts. My appearance doesn't define me,

A love child. A lover. Loves all. If one thing should describe me. It's love.

I am love, and that defines who I am.

"My Heart" Twisted metal, broken glass, miasma of smells.
Where's my refuge, my solace, behind the curtain there is
darkness, I want the light to comfort me again.

The four rooms was alive with light and love following through it...

It's been three days, I try to remember what love looks like,
what love smells like, oh, for the touch of love I would...

My heart aches, each chamber beats a cadence for you.

"Wasted" Wasted years, months, weeks and days, in limbo, alive but not
living, reaching, but can't hold on.

Hopes and dreams are stored in a green bottle. I'm envious of the people who have a chance to make their dreams a reality.
Despise the ones who dreams and hopes are cast aside like a candy
wrapper, blowing away in the wind.

Wasted not a second. Your hopes and dreams are there to inspire
you, to keep you reaching for that dream until you are able to
reach it. Live.

"You" My life began when I met you,
the stars twinkles and butterflies whisper about our love.

One lifetime with you is not enough to share with you all of my
love, so I must take every opportunity to convey my love to you.
You are my love, you are my life and all we have is one lifetime.

"Jailbird Longings" submitted by Mike Poorman ~ Canada View Mike's Ad
This prison has made me strong, sang the bird in the cage.
Now it is not long before I am released because they believe I have changed.
I am physically strong, but weak on the inside.
So I sing the same old song because in here my soul died.
I am filled with anger, frustration, and rage for on a daily basis I am treated like a slave
and this will forever remain the main source of my pain till my dying day.
This prison has taken more than a part of my life
for when I am gone my spirit will dwell in this hell everyday and night.
To look to the future means to forget my past
but not knowing anything else will cause me to fall back and collapse.
But I will spread my wings and try to fly again
and if I succeed I will start a new life beyond the horizon.
So I sing this song with great happiness and full of hope.
For my only wish is for the wind to whisk me away and in the sky I shall float.

"Uncertainty" Adjusting to prison ways will be hard on all of us some days.
Never knowing what's in store, but of only when they open and shut doors.
Not even knowing the next mean is guaranteed because would you eat something they call mystery meat?
You never know who to trust or who to defend because in here you are your own best friend.
Isolated away from the world, contained in a cell where my thoughts dwell and swirl.
With each passing of day and night, my will to survive is only half the fight.
I fight to be free inside of myself. Freedom is envy and envy is wealth.
So till the day I see freedom again, I will hate this place with every breath to the end.

"All Alone" I realize things are just no longer the same.
My life has taken a change.
There is no body here for me but just myself
And I find it strange to be all alone in this hell.
I use to have people here by my side - family and friends,
But as time went on, it seems they blew me away in the wind.
How can I face such a harsh reality by myself
With no comfort, no support, or no help?
I try to maintain a positive outlook on my life
Despite all the negativity that eats me alive,
But I find it hard at times.
Especially through longs nights like tonight
Where hope, faith, and a piece of mind is never in sight.
It's times like these that bring back old memories.
And remind me of who I used to be
I'm alone in my own little world with no one to listen to me
Except those who read my poem; who are alone just like me.

Searching Why do I put up this fight
I'm tossing and turning every night.
Sometimes I give up searching for the light
It gets so hard for me to find.
Why should I do this time.
Sometimes I wish it could be easier to find,
But things just get more difficult.
This turmoil I put myself through
Is what I must do
To fuel my fire,
Sometimes it's not worth the energy I perspire
I'm sick and I'm tired
Of running an endless road
Stuck out in the cold.
I just give up sometimes
But always get back up
I'll never die a f*** up.
I'm too stubborn for that!
There's so much left to learn.
So much left to earn.
This life I lead is the only one I get,
So I'll live this life without regret.
So I have to tighten the reigns
Feel the fire burning through my veins.
That light will be found
That's for certain
Or I'll die searching.

Unspoken Eternal Pain My soul is surrounded by steel, razor wire and bars.
My dreams are of fast money and even faster cars.
My heart is guarded by the pains and sorrows,
Knowing that my freedom depends on to many tomorrows.
When the bars and steel gates finally opened up,
I will search for anyone who'll listen when I talk,
but still yet I will not truly be set free,
for my spirit is still bound by this chain and lock.
I'm constantly reminded with the demons of my past,
that causes the turmoil of my emotions to crash.
I'm guarded by four walls of cold hard stone,
that seems to get colder with each year spent alone.
When the time is right I will seek the wisdom, that can only be sought,
When the confinements of this solitude are broken.
No longer will a deep dark cloud be casted over my life,
for my eternal pain has finally been spoken.

It is the human touch in this world that counts. The touch of your skin against mine which means for more to the aching heart then bread, shelter, or wine for these only last a night. But the touch of your skin to mine will burn in the soul forever.

Lost Love I still remember the love we shared and how I still care. It's been a long while but thoughts of you is still with a smile. Unforgettable times we had and to think of our situation now only gets me sad. Drowning in the amount of love we expressed for each other with all the hugs, kisses, and cuddling one another. Those special moments of our love acting like we can never get enough. But mist importantly you were the first one. True love at the time we were together wishing that it would last forever. Never taking life to serious just enjoying the moments and experience. All the white not knowing we were not meant to be but a lost love memory.

A FRIENDSHIP submitted by William Crump Jr. ~ MI View William's Ad
There is no greater blessing,
than an understanding friend

Who's there in times of trouble
And on whom we can depend--

A friend who know our every mood
And brightens cloudy days,

A friend who's slow to criticize
But quick to offer praise,

A friend who knows the faults we have
But loves us as we are--

Of all the blessings life can bring,
A friend is the best by far.

One of the greatest blessings
There could ever be

Is the blessing of your friendship
And the joy it would bring to me!

THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE I'm thinking of you
On this special day
Searching the depth of my heart
for all the right words to say.

Real love and affection
Seems the best way to define,
The feelings I harbor
deep down inside.

Timeless visions
dance across the landscapes of my mind,
Sending bold sweet shivers
up and down my quivering spine.

Aching to hold you close
and kiss your tender lips.
While I caress your many curves
With my eager finger tips.

Pleasing your body
riding on waves of pure bliss
As our passion soars
over loves great abyss.

United as one, our souls intertwined
Showing the world that our bond is
Truly divine.

BATTLE FIELD As I search the skies to find a star
that will shine a light of hope,
I look within my darken soul
in search of ways to cope.

I have chosen this sullen path
submerged in strife and pain,
Locked behind a broken heart
engrossed in deadly games.

Now I'm travelling at the speed of light
headed for mans abyss.
Trapped within these ghostly nights
Without peace or happiness

Everyday I make a choice
and choose the course that I shall take,
Now I'm battling like a Mystical Knight
to protect the castle gates.

Sometimes it seems to hard to cope
Which makes me feel the pain
And recognize this stranger
in which I have became

All my strength is dedicated to this battle wages within,
With hope, strength and peace of mind this battle I shall
win.

OUR HAPPINESS True joy and happiness
is often far beyond our grasp,

But many times
it's closer than it seems
and we're only hindered by our tormented past,

This rode that we must travel
may be rocky, muddy and steep,

We can never give up this dream that we have
for it is a dream that we must keep,

When your body feels fatigue, and your resolve
is low
And your standing on unsure feet,

You can look to me to lean on
because I'll be your strength when you're weak

So when my mood turns gloomy
and joy is hard to find,

You can smile and bring me sunshine
So open your eyes and you will see
that happiness is ordained for you and me.

Thoughts from a Cellblock submitted by Tyrone Leech Jr. ~ PA View Tyrone's Ad
They say great minds think alike
Thoughts are destructive if you are not thinking right
As day turns to night then night back to day
Sometimes I feel I'm living just to turn back to clay
Some say the world is what you make it
And good things will come if you exercise patience
But time's wasting and being controlled by racists
So as I sit here and struggle with changing
Rearranging my thoughts I question myself
How important it is to be on the block
'Cause blocks equal cell blocks and that's not good
So if I stop playing the game will I still be hood
I go through it more than many can tell
Can you tell that I'm tired of jail
Stressing over visits and mail
I wake up to a reality that turns me pale
And turns my stomach I ache for the touch
of a woman!

"Knowing" submitted by Pablo Longoria ~ TX View Pablo's Ad
Hope is a beautiful thing to look to. Add faith to it, with the power of both your heart and mind and reality becomes a possibility. Some will call it fate, other will say it is destiny. But both are one and just as mysterious as love.

Friendship is another beauty of life's way. It's a word often used loosely, but becomes unique with the right person or people. And when that true sense of friendship is found the heart knows. A bond is born, formed and solidified.

Searching and reaching is what I am hoping, to cover the distance to bring you my words, to share as many smiles as time allows, to hear the melody of your laughter and to have the honor to say.

"hello friend!"

Stupor Circumstantiality submitted by Kerry LaRocco ~ TX View Kerry's Ad
What motivation is there when they take away every
source?
What then, may I ask, would be the favorable
discourse?
Who, and what, may I seek, when I am without
resource?
Make do and hope for the best is the common
response, of course:

Should anything but failure be expected in such
an environment?
Why is such suffering the norm and often
considered a requirement?
Why not simply remain in vegetation until retirement?
But, of course, the former necessary and the
latter hinders rehabilitation; and so, such claims
fuel my resentment.

Is a normal life for me any sort of probability?
Is a satisfactory life even a remote possibility?
I propose the truth to be a matter of
contractability.
I suggest we throw it all away in favor of a
convoluted system of relatability.

Contained herein are statements in verse of
nonsensical verbosity.
Their relation goes no further than eloquent
insensibility.
For the record, I do not aspire to question
administrational credibility.
Thus ends my rant, a maladroitly organized
fictional complaint of complete and utter
futility.

People of the Streets submitted by Kenneth Poe ~ TX View Kenneth's Ad
It was dark and dreary,
When I found her weeping weary.
But how could this be I ask of she,
Who garments befitted a Queen!

When she began to speak, I tried to seek some
Understanding in her words.
Rambling, rambling, she went on, till the early
Lights of dawn.

Now confused, I started to wonder, from her
Ramblings this I ponder.

Idiots and fools who wander aimless,
Searching to find the corrupt and shameless.
In these streets of darkened maddness,
They try to lose their secret saddness.

Now find your way or bare the cost,
For surely you'll roam, forever lost.

Delirious You find youself traveling on a road named somewhere,
Which is here nor there.
But how can this be!! If only you would have listened
To the voices screaming in your head.

Now, as your driving along out of sight out of mind,
Comes them crazy voices again, talking to you in such a way, you laugh.

As your driving way to fast you pass a horse running
Backwards!! OR is it you who moves in reverse from a
curse on a road named somewhere.

Confusing as it seems, your in total control or at least
You think, as you blink, just before you make that curve
You start to swerve to keep from running off into,
The middle of no where which is here nor there.

But now it's your choice to make the correction in the
Direction on a read named somewhere which is here
Nor there.

As you keep going you see a sign up ahead that reads

Fruit Loops anyone

Listen Within The farthest reaches of thy mind,
Will transend through space and eclips all time.

Beyond we seek to the place unknown,
But some are misslead, adn will forever roam.

The select and few that know the truth,
Will cease all worries, and savor their youth.

So stop and listen to thy mind,
Because it can take you,
Through space and time.

A Walk Thru my Mind submitted by Joseph Langdon ~ VA View Joseph's Ad
As I walk through my mind I came across intelligence.
He embraced me deeply and said he only deals with relevance.
He told me to choose him over emotions cause that's wise.
He says emotions are born thru my feelings.
While intelligence was conceived thru my mind.

Then I came across reality and he had nothing to hide.
He was straight forward and out spoken plus he never lies.
He's close friends with intelligence. I hear that's his right hand man.
So they tell me they think I should meet understanding.
Understanding is an analyzer. He listens and rarely speaks.
When he does its deep and his standards are too high to be weak.

Understanding, so I've learned, is the father of Love.
So I'm thinking, is Love a feelings or a simple thought that was thought up?
Understanding, Intelligence and reality are all basically one in the same,
The background from which Love came.

Everything You are my light when I can't see
You are my freedom when I want to be free
You are my success if I ever fail
You are my paradise while I'm in hell
You are my strength when I am weak You are my voice when I can't speak
You are my ears when I can't hear
You are my courage when I'm in fear
You are my oxygen when I can't breathe
You ate my faith when I don't believe
You are my up when I am down
You are my smile whenever I frown
You are my hands when I can't reach
You are my student whenever I teach
You are my reassurance when I'm not sure
You are my vaccine when I'm sick and need a cure
You are my happiness that no one else can bring
You are my friend, my soulmate, my everything.

Freedom Thoughts

Raging Son Systematic oppression is the acute illness that burns within lawless rulers; which in turn gives me the vitality to resist - in a silent rage. My resistance is my assertion to my right to freedom; my right to live; my right to survive an institutional death with my limbs in chains I strive to rest my head upon freedom's bosom, for she inflames my heart and captivates my mind. Freedom has profoundly penetrated - and pleasantly intruded upon - my fortified thoughts. She lurks beneath my window and whispers my name while the echoes of my captors' laughter sounds like nails on chalkboards - fueling my feelings of indignation.

What a rage I suffer! My tolerance is nearly exhausted. How I day dream of karma providing me with a chance to extract retribution from those who wear masks of laws with no features of justice. My unquenchable thirst for my freedom and my circumstances as a captive forces me to counsel myself with patience and perseverance because the pendulum of time swings in my favor. How can I consent to self decimation when my beloved freedom loves the headstrong and dislikes the submissive? All sons of rage armed with truth, stand firm . . .

Buried Alive Years gone by, and it's been so long since you see him alive.
Or even seen the pain in his eyes.
His bed is the coffin, the cell is the grave where he lies.
All alone, in the Valley of dry Bones.
It's like he's buried alive - in the darkness.
No one else can hear when God consciously tries to talk to him.
And no one else can see when the devil constantly tries to break him down and walk with him.
But he stands firm.
Prison is like being on life support, but your family and loved ones are the respirator.
Your love generates air for our lungs to breathe, giving us reasons to even want to breathe . . . can you feel my pain?
Can you enter the dark confines of my mind and begin to visualize - not seeing your children and wife again?
Not being able to witness the beautiful things in life again?
Swallowed whole and digested, now he wallows in the intestines of the beast.
Ironically the love that his family sends in the form of a letter is that rope of faith.
That helps him ascend out of the mausoleum
he's been buried alive in . . .

Mental Orgasms She who speaks enticing words from the heart, grips the very essence of beauty. Reshaping and redefining my mind and spiritual being. She gives life to words, opening up my eyes to understand their meaning. To comprehend the complexity of such a beautiful creature one must walk thru the flames of the sun. He tongue tickles my vocal cords, sending our words onto a collision course unchained and unmatched by any explainable force. She desires a higher elevation and through my manifestation of my feelings, I plan to take my Queen to heaven for which she has been patiently awaiting. To my heart she whispers words without definitions but with plenty of meaning. So in return I give caramel kisses to my banana cake. To comprehend this woman one must surpass the components of the mind and body. Become spiritually intuned with the breeze and find balance between the parallel lines between man and woman. I strive to supply my Queen with unfathomable pleasures, granted that our physical will one day drift apart, I plan to ensure that our souls intertwine forever. My Queen through your eyes I see our throne and through your womb of intellect I've come to my awakening.

"Because... He first loved me" - 2006 submitted by David Keen ~ WA View David's Ad
In this pain that I suffer
Let it be... that others are set free
By these troubles that I endure
Let them see... You living through me

From every tear drop that I cry
Give her sight... for she is blind
Through my cold and dreamless nights
Keep standing by... Tell him, "you are mine"

Through my heart will be constantly torn
I continually pray... and speak only what you say
When I bear their slander and scorn
Forgive their ways... grant them mercy and grace

Because my SELF tries to hinder your love
I'll become less... so they can enter your rest
Therefore wash me in your saving blood
And they shall confess... "God's children are blessed".

Untitled submitted by Grady Watkins ~ MN View Grady's Ad
As I sit I think I look for the right
words to express myself to the fullest
in hope that you get my point
in hope that you understand me
because to understand me is to know me
I've thought about it I've dreamed about it
I think about it if I told "you" help
me to understand how I can express
myself what are the right words to say
how do I find the right words to better
help you to understand me

Beauty they say is in the eye of the beholder
Beauty I say is you
Beauty is to touch you
Beauty is to hug you
Beauty is to hold you
Beauty is just to be around you to look at you
but the real Beauty is just to be able to
love you

As I wake for the day I think of night
For night is when I sleep night is when
I dream of you my vision of you is much
clearer and much more pleasant without night
I wouldn't have dreams and without dreams I
wouldn't have you and without you I wouldn't
have nothing only in my dreams

I miss Love.... submitted by Reco Daniels ~ AL View Reco's Ad
It is very difficult being alone.
Reminiscences of past loves makes it sometimes hard to press on.
Many mornings as the sunlight begins to brighten the day, awaken to say...
for my days are filled with loneliness and despair,
as I search diligently for someone who will care.
For me, my love and all of my world I am willing to share...
I miss love....

Shackled Born into a life of strife. Within a world of corruption, baptized into a heart and mind state of destruction, witnessing drug dealings, senseless killings, to the abortions. Because of poor choices and no repercussions, with no chance to grow, with nor form of reproduction. Shackled to the pain and misery, captives in captivity, pleading to be free, from this cycle if abductions, like a volcano waiting to begin its eruption. Shackled to self hatred and ignorance of Love, Life, Liberty and unity forced to be segregated in out communities, because of pigmentations and few opportunities, creating man variations among a beautiful nation, African, Jews, Indians, Caucasians and of course Mexicans and Asians. We are all in the human race, so together let's all break these chains....

Addiction As you begin to the depths of my thoughts, while your eyes begin to become hypnotized, for the future awaits us anxiously in anticipation to make this unique moment glorified, there's nothing left within your thoughts for your only focus is on you and I, you've tried to escape this moment of seductive addictions, as you begun to feel the force of becoming personified, as our souls grow to become synthesized by ability to capture your heart in this seductive fashion while I offer you a Love that's everlasting and I guarantee a life time of satisfaction. Addiction

Restless-ness As I begin to feel the pressures of being in this cold and lonely cell, detoured on a journey down a long desolate trial, my awareness and intuition is telling me I am far from Heaven, yet closer to Hell, visualizing taunting demons as they attempt to cast their spell fighting back the feeling of anxiety as my soul begins to yell, to be freed from the condition in which I am compelled, as I struggle to close my eyes, I realize it is to no avail, for I am restlessly awakened by the sound of the bell, that rings in my head alerting me to the dangers that dwell, for there are many who lurk in observation waiting to see me fail, but unlike any other prisoner, my destiny is to prevail, conquering my enemies and condemnation with a story of victory to tell, in dedication to those who loved me and wished me well, Restless-ness

Abstract Illusions Blinded by your beauty into a state of confusion, you've got me mentally paralyzed from the wrath of your intrusion, when I try to resist you, O feel the force of your infusion, I've become mesmerized and intoxicated by abstract illusions, envisioning you and me in a world far away filled with seclusion, as much as I tried I couldn't get beyond this mere delusion, just the thought of you created in me a spiritual transfusion, like the energy produced between Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston, if this elevation of the soul were a crime there be no restitution I pray to God, that you'll stop torturing me and come to reality by granting me your glorious retribution, for I long to awake with you in my heart, mind and soul, to fulfill this beautiful conclusion .

"To Love" submitted by Louis C. Renteria ~ TX View Louis' Ad
To Love is to hurt, to hurt is to Love.
From the moment my eyes were blessed by your beauty,
My life was filled with Love.
Just like a million doves sent from the Heaven's
above, my heart went out to you and now I can't stop
the Love.
You blew in and out of my life, like a cool
summer breeze and you broke your promise, "That you
would never leave".
Suddenly, misery and agony has become a major
way of life, with every step I take and I wish I could die.
To trust my heart to another woman, I just can't
see, why should I Love again, if she's only destined to
leave me.
Angel, maybe one day you'll read this poem and I pray
that you'll read it well. My love for you lives a dream
come true. But since you been gone, this nightmare
I'm living, is putting me through hell.
I miss you, Angel!

Because I Love You - 11/06 submitted by James Powers ~ TX View James' Ad
What a horrible day it is
Because I love you
And having been with you -
Such a wonderful thing
Now has made me so lonely

A sad tear falls now and again
Because I love you
Your head upon my shoulder
That smell of your red hair
Like if one could smell poetry

I have let you go many times
Because I love you
Still I reach for you in the night
It cannot be helped
I'm still haunted by your memory

You knew damn well I would come back
Because I love you
I can't just act like we never happened
When we fit together like a puzzle
Now I'm only a shard
Of the piece
That was me.

With One Letter - 11/06 With one letter
You could give me hope
Make a new friend
Show your compassion
Lend a helping hand

With a second letter
You could save my soul
Listening with a genuine interest
In what I have to say
Wishing me the best

With yet another letter
I would sigh
Because you would have me
Believing in you
Visions I thought would never be

Then with your next letter
You would caress my heart
It would begin beating again
Finding that old time rhythm
As something reawakens within

So with just one letter
I have hope
My soul is in your delicate hands
As we sigh together
While forever finds us as friends.

MY "FOREVER ALWAYS" submitted by Jason Valdivia ~ CA View Jason's Ad
Forever always, you think of a way.
Always forever you wish you can stay.
Everlasting the agony
Never ending the ecstasy
The truth is; there can never be "you and me",
too many years I must be in prison.
So when I say: "Go", please just listen.
Forever always loving memories we hold
Always forever each tear is how it will be told.

"WHERE AM I" Bound by walls of fire,
Trapped inside with much desire.
Time is a day, month, year,
But never tires of the constant tears.
Another world inside the mind,
Even conceived by the blind.
Often wishing to be elsewhere at times,
Just to be next to someone whom genuinely shines.
Becoming distant nearly spent,
No one close to hear the echo of lament.
Guess where I live,
Nothing materially to give . . .
Yet here I am trying to live.

Love Macabre 10-31-04 submitted by John Didit Lawrence ~ TN View John's Ad
Across a million Octobers,
I lie entombed and dream, of you there,
My screaming heart in darkness,
Sight in a blind man's nightmare.

Your love,
The midnight pallor upon my skin,
The bittersweet moisture of your kiss,
A haunting immoral sin.

I will die in your arms,
If you touch me tonight,
Be my dancing gypsy lovely,
Shrouded in candlelight.

You, the graveyard mist of ages,
That swirls the lonely tombs,
Tapping with icy fingers,
A lovesong that soothes.

Man whom is nothing but ashes,
Will love only the one like himself,
Be her the skyclad witch of the timeless past,
Or the barefoot angel of death.

ONLY A DREAM ~ Nov. 10th, 2003 When the crows fly away,
With their compassion,
And I remain to eat,
Whatever is left of my heart,
I think of my love with the taste of salt,
Of my love who holds me in her eyes,
As if I were whole and beautiful,
And then I think of those,
Who wander the streets all night,
Frantic with desire and bruised,
By the terrible small lips of rain,
It is only a dream that I could touch you,
Like a blind man touching the dice,
And finding he has won.

"The Rose That Grew From The Concrete" submitted by Robert Rivers ~ MI View Robert's Ad
There was once a rose that grew from a
crack in the concrete.
It was but a seed in the darkness, the
only light that shinned was a single
ray that found it's way through the
crack.

From the warmth of the sun, it began
to grow despite the odds that it was
faced with, struggling through the
crack the rose damaged some of its
beautiful petals.

But through sheer will-power, its head
rose above the concrete, looking
so rough, surrounded by hard
and gray stone, the other roses
were embedded in soft and silky
green grass.

One day a tempest storm came, sweeping
away everything that didn't have a
firm foundation. The roses on the
grass were swept away in the storm.
The only survivor of the storm was
the rose that grew from the concrete.
It was through hardship and struggle
that it had the tenacity to withstand
calamity.

Upon Inspection Mass submitted by Sean D. Case ~ MI View Sean's Ad
There is nothing wrong with America
so long as I am in love
with an American

With a woman rockwell
hard-on
all blue-white checkered
picnic science

Cleaver chests
and bombshell lips
words like GOD
like mustang TITS

Footprints the quarter of a continent of
conquest
commercial reform and
criminal fodder

Cannibalize the cancers
spoiling this Sunday
valley attitude
chic posters provide
slogans to raise our kids by
slicker and slicker every day

This is Christian country now
and there's nothing wrong with
that
so long as I am in love
with a Christian
American

Perimeter I am involved in a
love affair
with a chain-link fence
all metal chandeliers
all sharp with bite
love the way she shine at night
thick baby bottom black
love the way she coils round me I
love each diamond square
shadowed on my heart my
fingers
tearing climbing love apart
my baby's body is a blue ice dream
ravishing tonight her
hair all done up in
antenna and razor curls
sometimes I'm sweet enough sometimes
love dresses in white layer
like cool impaler paper
like iron lung who plugs
inhale her
motion detectors to tell her when I'm touching
defecting, pushing the limits of our
lawful affair
toward shotgun embrace toward an ending in
some serious room far removed from love's sightline
the gunline the
treeline she only ever promised she'd show me
in sections divided
by leggy poles spaced apart but
only
inches
stacked against the calender
she never says she loves me but still as dust
I know I know
she'll never let me go
let me go

The Revelation submitted by Kermit Parker ~ LA View Kermit's Ad
Can a man once set ablaze
Shut off his mind to the infinite haze...
Or is he the victim to the dancing light
that defeats all purposes to put up a fight.
So I say to this & leave you adverse...
"The destiny of one's self is surrounded
by a curse."

A Fool's Understanding Simplicity before the eyes... so very plain to see,
but complexity he exalts... contained deep within thee.
Ingenious & Profoundness, is a friend not a foe...
But to describe their true meaning, "he doesn't even know."
So, now you know the secret, the world shall forever keep...
& shelter from the fool... "whose mind is so deep."

Perimeter Still... I Search
Close your eyes & you will see,
the path I've followed endlessly...
Never knowing where it would end,
but only hoping I'd find the friend...
Who'd make me see the sparkling light,
& lead me through the darkest night...
They'd show me where I want to be
n' without a doubt I would agree...
For then I'd know, that I've found the one...
Together forever..." MY SECRET IS DONE"!

"Ponder This" How long can we survive without food?
1 month, 2 months...
Food embraces all of our 5 senses.
We can distinctly smell, taste, touch, see &
hear food drop upon our plates!
Hmmm interesting...
How long can we survive without water?
... 1 week, 2 weeks...
Water also embraces all of our 5 senses... We can faintly smell, taste, touch, see & hear
Water pour into our glass!
...Hmmm... interesting...
How long can we survive without oxygen?
...seconds, minutes...
Oxygen does not embrace any of our 5 senses.
We cannot smell, taste, touch, see not hear oxygen
as it's passed along our breath!
...Hmmm interesting...
Seems like the most important & valuable
things in life aren't what our 5 senses "strongly"
acknowledge nor I identify with at all.
Hmmm... interesting... indeed...

Melt submitted by J.C. Munoz ~ NM View J.C.'s Ad
Every time I hear your euphoric voice,
My every member is left lame with no choice;
for your angelic sound,
is as the garden of Eden where found;
and with every minute pixel that becomes the
more clear,
solemnly yours the path it does steer;
whether destined for external bliss or eternal
burn,
it contemplates every opposing turn;
I fret only you not embedded in my side,
for the sudden freeze of any space between
us is much too wide;
your Love is the yearn of the earths sunfire,
the yearn of my beings desire;
every dream a discerned premonition,
passing seasons with blissful repition,
as our hearts set voyage on a infinite expedition;
how I despise every days end.
Yet lament for days next amber glow to send;
for the fastened flow of my arteries is like a belt,
all life refinedly screened is the most felt,
for unhumanly you make my heart melt...

What I Miss submitted by Gerry Giddings ~ TX View Gerry's Ad
The things I miss are simple to me
like the morning sun licking my cheek,
or the warm, soothing, comforting touch
if those chubby women I love so much.

I miss the smile that comes, from not feeling alone
when I rollover into some meat on her bones.
I miss the sight of her shakes and wiggles
big or small, when she laughs or giggles.

I miss the peace with which she covers me
when I would tense, at the sight of police
I miss her "hellos" and "hugs of care"
unlike these snarls and prison stares

I miss the choice to go where I please,
be it to cross the ocean or follow a breeze
The things I miss are simple you see
some big and beautiful, but are all free.

Looking for That Man I'm looking for a man and he's not wearing white,
that dress that blurs a shackled's sight.

I'm looking for that man, when he didn't steal,
that man before he cheated, before he stole,
from his neighbors or his soul.

I'm looking for that man, when he didn't poison his �hood,
who kicked the Coors and Mr. Lite's from where he stood.
I'm looking for that man, who was miles away from crime,
when courting the seconds to "clock-out" was the meaning of doing time.

I'm looking for that man, who stayed home at night, didn't know "the life",
and checked in with his wife.
I'm looking for that man, whose friends say "don't"
instead of "you're a coward if you won't."

Can he be found, can he rebound
or is he lost forever, buried in these vile surroundings?

A LONER'S LOVE submitted by Abner L. Washington ~ TX View Abner's Ad
How can it not be?
Is my mind playing tricks on me?
Do I see what I see?
Though you lead me blindly?
And do I hear what I hear
In the silence and secrecy?
And does my heart feel the vibes
Of your staring eyes
In a trance almost hypnotized?
My voices trembles
As I attempt to utter
And each word
I stumble and stutter
And at your very presence
My emotions clutter
Girl you melt me like the
Sun melts butter
Why must you keep your love
For me boggled in mystery?
No! No! No! I can't believe it
Not again by my own heart deceived
While gripping in the madness of love's
Lonesome grief,
And for the pain in my heart
Your love is the only relief.
I want to live in your love
And you know I am dying
On my knees begging and crying
out to you
Just to walk with you,
Just to talk to you,
Step by Step
Stalking you!
Your soft words
planted a seed
Now love has flowered
In need of the sunshine
And rainy showers
Can you feel my pain
LONELINESS HURTS SO BAD
I am driven madly insane
Silently screaming out your name
This little game is insane
Every time you pass by
I stop you just to say "HI!"
You smiled and I am swooned
Yet all too soon
You say "goodbye"
And tears swell in my eyes
And secretly and silently
My heart slowly dies.
What cant I just tell you
What cant I say it?
"I LOVE YOU!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
"I LOVE YOU!"

Abner L. Washington
Lost Poets & Prophets
"Loner's Love" May 10, 2006

PRISONER OF WAR Was I condemned to death?
For a crime of pick-pocket theft
The penalty was a crime against me
Clearly a case of lock �em
And throw away the key
No sympathy
The Judge threw the book at me!
Despite my plea of temporary insanity
Fifty years
Behind bars
You're a prisoner of war
Habitual petty crimes gone too far
All human liberties bereft
Absolutely no rights left
To the whims of bigotry I am mistreated
A loss cause rehabilitation defeated
Revived by my mother's letters
In her prayers I'll survive
And times will get better
There's no hope in a prison cell
The pain and agony burns like hell
Prison officials rob and cheat you
And in mobs they rape and beat you
For you there's no justice and equality
The idea of protecting criminal prisoners
Is hypocrisy
Prison life's brutal depravity
Is the only daily therapy
With the debilitating affect
For law and order
You're destined to lose respect
And become a recidivist prospect
As those who are confined
Often experience the most
Heinous crimes
From the powers that be
And those who turn the keys
To the lock
And tolls time's clock
It's not crime
But politicians nickels and dimes
That's keeping me behind bars
I'm just a prisoner of war
Of political crimes gone to far!

Abner L. Washington
Lost Poet & Prophets
"Prisoner of War!" April 28, 2006

THE PLEADING OF A PRISONER Locked behind bars for my third time
And condemned to prison for a petty crime
In search for forgiveness
None can I find
Day by day my emotions swell
To the bottom of life I've finally fell
I'D BE BETTER OFF DEAD BURNING IN HELL
Than alive in the fire of desires
Locked in a prison cell
It is not manly to cry
Yet each day it gets harder and harder
To hold back the tears in the wells of my eyes
Sister after sister passes me by
And she wont even "Hi!"
A man may as well roll over and die
Broke and down troddened
There's not a love I can buy
I look to the sky
As if to ask God "Why?"
In answer a bird flies by
And drops his dung in my eye
Lowly in my prison of pain
I wallow in misery and shame
Screaming out to any woman for affection
Pleading for her love and protection
And they all
SHUN ME IN REJECTION
I WOULDN'T TREAT MY WORST ENEMY
They way so called friends
Treat me
Drowning in the troubled waters
Of life's ocean
Is there a caring heart
Anywhere to rescue me?
I am a social outcast
A prisoner and refugee
My first crime was being born
My second was to live on
My third was not to find you
Oh true love where are you?
March 25th, 2005
Lost poets/prophets
A.L. Washington

-Late Night Thoughts- submitted by Christopher Whitley ~ AZ View Chris' Ad
Estranged, left w/o what I once was to be-
Wrecked at the wheel of what it means to be me.
Barred of my own compartmentalized ability-
Forever lost now through timeless pity.
Never to repair a length of composure-
Forever chasing the non-existent closure-
Imprisoned in the capsule of pitiless wrath-
Searching for want of a redefined path.
Where once I was mighty in talented hue-
A future out of reach- so hard to subdue.
But, never said never, said never, said never-
For I am agility released of his tether.
I am the rose w/o the thorn-
I am the growth beneath the storm.
And still I am the man who wishes to be-
Chasing the boundaries of serenity.
I am the sky w/o the clouds-
I am the "oo's" and "awes" and "wows".
I am the ship sailed the sea-
Igniting the stars of antiquity.
Grasping at answers yet to be given-
My passion for learning forever driven.
And yes I still dream of what I was to be-
Opening myself w/ knowledge to heed.
But then I open my eyes and I see hell-
Then again I close them for another spell.

"Little Space" submitted by Newton Henderson ~ MN View Newton's Ad
Sometimes all I want is a little space
& then I think about death & coffins & other little spaces.
I'm not so sure a little space is what I need anymore.
Maybe just a walk in the clouds, or even the park.

"Morning Kisses: A Rose and Me" Today I feed my rose
with strategic deliverance,
Leaving love on her lips,
Petals, leaves and thorns.
No spill by accident,
But my most intensive love,
Vibrant is my rose,
After morning kisses.

"My Spin": For new friends and time spent apart,
Pen and paper can write two hearts:
So spill your soul on paper with ink,
And send your smile to a friend in me.

"My Spin" was inspired by "Loving the Rituals", a 4th century Palladas poem dedicated to the art of writing.

"In This Cell" Me and this cell have a lot in common,
At least on a basic level anyway.
In this dirty off-white cell I'm afraid to touch the walls
And in this cell people are afraid to touch me.

"Debasement" In a system that castrates
We're expected to venerate
Those above us who hate
With space only to meditate
Screaming voices isolate
Debasement is what we tolerate
And it's hard to keep it straight
In a system that castrates.

"Falsities, Metaphors, Analogies and Truth" Speaking outside myself
A book lies boldly in my lap
Reading can help to escape
But writing in falsities we'll see much more
Like metaphors of drugs must spin for our minds
To make it a subject for discourse
Without being spun and twisted
So vulgar and ugly it's a subject kept in silence
Analogies and truth of gods and mystery
Of Jesus' life and goddesses
Analogies and truth will always hold lies
For metaphors and falsities
Allow the mind to betray the eyes.

"In My Dreams" submitted by Edward Belton ~ NC View Edward's Ad
As the breeze blows through the night,
So does the scent of your hair,
But yet as I move to touch you,
I realize there's no one there,
Were you really all in my mind,
Was it all just only a dream,
How could you've felt so real,
Your warmth but a mirage it seems,
I long to sleep once more,
One more attempt just to believe,
One more try,
At one more make believe sunset,
One more imagining breeze,
For if you are not mine when I awake,
Then forever let me sleep,
For at least it is there,
That I may have you in my dreams.......

"I Stand Alone" Total confinement,
And absence from all that's desired within,
I stand alone,
And walk amongst the product of my sin,
For who is there but I,
To dwell inside of this obsolete world so grim,
And what is there but hope,
To guide me throughout this struggle I find myself in,
I stand alone,
And within the midst of all that surrounds me,
Remains the ghost,
Forever gazing upon me freely,
The shell of a man that used to be,
The memory of he,
Who battles to take away my peace,
But I stand alone,
And refuse the company of such a beast,
For this life is mine,
And I look forward to it's inevitable relief,
As now I must pay the price,
For being the cause of so much grief,
I stand alone,
But only within these walls you see,
For I am never really alone,
As long as the Father in Spirit,
Continues to walk with me,
I stand alone,
All too often it seems,
I stand alone,
While the ones I love reach out for me,
I stand alone,
But only when my eyes are too blind to see......

"Lonely Road" When thoughts of my past keep me
from peace,
My demons they haunt me,
And tease my thoughts as I attempt to sleep,
As I travel alone,
My loneliness weeps,
An unwanted yet constant companion,
The emptiness resides in me,
So why do I write,
To whom shall I plead,
Why continue the search for release,
When the outcome appears so bleak,
How difficult it so often seems,
To look past these times that are now,
Unto a future that may as well be make believe,
Engaged in this battle,
Weariness tugs at my sleeve,
My opponent persistent,
Vehemently insisting I bleed,
But as much is desired I lose,
Defeating such a foe means more to me,
As answers I seek,
That will somehow turn the key,
To these many door been shut,
May they once again be open for me......

"Peace Inside of Me" As I blindly reach out in search of peace,
I continue to fall further and further still,
Into this empty space that abides inside of me,
All too often I am obligated to feel,
An unsettling and weary fear,
An imaginary and wondrous state.
That challenges me to question what is real,
With all too much clarity I am aware,
My physical knows I am here,
But here is where?

As a soul searching orphan,
I am confused and lost,
My journey has been long and difficult,
So for guidance I look towards the cross,
I continue to follow the light,
Not ever sure where it's going to lead,
From here to there but here is where,
I search for peace inside of me,
Lost loves, triumphs, trials and tests I have received,
And while some often have been failed greatly,
Others have been graciously achieved,
Consequently - these are what decide for me who I am,
One who stumbles til I succeed,
Through the bad times and good,
Til hardships are relieved,
In the midst of all life's lessons I find,
That peace is inside of me.........

"MY BANNER" submitted by Justin Rueb ~ CO 1995 View Justin's Ad
My arms are my Banner, a growing sign,
To days of angered grief.
And when I wake to see another day,
I sigh with stern relief.
Because in this mock society,
My wits and strength are friends.
My homies do what they will do,
To meet their selfish ends.
So every day I wake,
And see my sullen face.
I see old wounds of age and anger,
Life gone to waste.
At night I sit alone,
And often wonder why.
I keep wondering if this place,
Is where I'll someday die.
If so, then shall it stay?
Yes or no means naught at all,
I'll serve time either way.
But the bright blue sky gives me hope,
My mind they'll never cage.
My hopes and dreams of the future,
Strive for better days.
But not until I see the silver,
Of the Iron Key.
Will I shed a tear for life and joy,
...At being free.

"THE KEY TO FRIENDSHIP" Written By: Justin Rueb, Feb. 2004
The key to the heart,
Is formed by good friends.
It starts with crossed paths,
Then grows, never bends.
A friend will always be there,
Nearby if you call.
A friend will help you rise,
And dust off, when you fall.
A true friend is loyal,
Committed, unfailing.
And knows when you're sad,
And how to send your heart sailing.
A true friend will ride,
Through times good and bad.
And will make you smile,
Even when you're mad.
A friend will comfort you,
When life brings you pain.
A friend will help you,
Pursue your dreams.
And show you that nothing,
Is beyond your reach.
So keep your shoulders squared,
And head to the sky.
For the type of friend I am,
Is this, am I.
I'll be your friend,
For as long as you need.
Be a friend in return,
And we'll both make the key.
But in the meantime, lovely,
Friend of mine,
Will you be, for now
My Valentine?

"IF I HAD THE KEY TO YOUR HEART" Written By: Justin Rueb , Feb. 2004
If you gave me the key to your heart,
what would I do?
I'd lavish gifts and praise and love,
upon you.
I'd raise you aloft,
And make you my Queen.
By your side, so proud,
I'd be as your King.
I'd fill your days with happiness,
And nights full of passion.
I'd wine you and dine you,
In the nicest of fashions.
No second rate for you,
Only the best.
It would be from the heart,
Beating strong in my chest.
My big, strong hands,
Would caress you so dear,
As I'd lean my head down,
And whisper in your ear.
I'd kiss you and hold you,
Until you were on fire.
I'd look in your eyes,
Seek out your desire,
And romance would,
Replace the tears.
As the days turned to months,
And months turned to years.
I'd climb mountains for you,
Or give you the moon.
There would be not a thing,
For you, I wouldn't do.
I'd take you dancing,
Walk under the stars.
Make sweet love to you,
On a shore off afar.
I'd love you just as strong,
In the end, as in the start.
All of that, in exchange...
For the key to your heart.

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