Every glance is another admiration its just something about anything you do. I don't want to ever lose this feeling of love for you. Its warm like a winter morning by the fireplace drinking hot cocoa snuggled in that warm furry blanket. Like holding hands while looking into the stars with a cool summer breeze with our feet buried in the sand. This feeling is like every wow moment in a lifetime all at once and I don't ever want it to end. Sex in its completion beyond its aroused climaxes could never compare to the awe that makes my heart dance in your presence. Even in your absence with just the remembrance of your face is like the infinite numbers between 1 and 2
Nothing else matters but me and you. To Make something authentic from a place of love to reveal the brilliance within it is forever eternal and ever lasting Love.
We put strings on our acquaintances then call them friends stringing them along like puppets.
Tightening the rope as they grow never wanting the real.
We want puppets that feel how we feel,
love what we love,
agree with every decision,
move like us and listen.
Not like us but for us more like by us,
to buy our affection by doing exactly what we want.
Puppeteers to the masses to be puppets for the masses
Keep checking for ya homie and watch em rise to the top.
Got that hustle in his blood so he never going stop.
he Started in the dirt like a seed breaking through.
yeah that boy faith like mustard ain't no playing ketchup dude.
CEO of the boards got his stamp on the world.
People's choice is his voice under pressure like a pearl.
Thats why they clam up when they have him in they presence.
He the H.N.I.C. like a King to these peasants.
Got to talk behind his back cause he two steps ahead of yea.
Challenge on the table but ain't nobody standing up.
Second to Lord war for Love on his Shoulder.
Going heavy on these bars pushing weight like a Doser.
Big Homie of the homies getting money like he clone it
Hurricane raining dollars got dem little strippers drowing.
Keep it flooded on the streets quick get the paper towels.
Its a national disaster and he just getting out.
Did his Bit in the pin thats basic inmate training.
All he do is win that keep them losers hating.
He the source to the outlet that you never going to know.
The director to the play not the star just for show.
say he the real macoy schooling all you starving actors.
Take you as a joke so all you hear is laughter.
Not a blood nor a crip but he got a gang of money
say I kill you where you stand if you try to take it from me.
The air was cool and crisp with a summer breeze.
Just enough to move the trees
"a perfect day".
Some would say.
Me and my Love went for a drive
in my all white 325 BM
with the 17inch aluminum rims
and low profile Perrelli tires.
Fulfilling our desires we pulled up to a group of guys with content in their eyes,
but they knew what we wanted.
We handed them money and didn't want to flaunt it
we grabbed the drop and pulled to the next stop.
Then pulled off to the liquor shop. just around corner
one glass and two 22 ounces of Corona
already lit on marijuana.
Car filled with the aroma and the scent
new car smell.
I thought "man this day is going well".
Headed back to the house to try this new thing.
Glass pipe hard white sizzling with fire
then drooling pause
senses elevated to the cause
my heart is beating out my chest
my body is numb to the rest of anything except
the thoughts of triple x.
The soothing sensation of erupting stimulation
in one inhale
then it was over.
Just like that I will never again want to be sober.
Chasing the blast
The first day was my last day being me,
the last day being addiction free
That was a good day.
We are the land with no culture where materialism rules
Where the tweeter of the free world diddles his thumbs mocking us
Voters queuing in line for the next big phone
We are a mockery on the world’s stage
When the curtains are drawn
We’re the actor that forgets his lines when its time
Our borders unite but we are a country divided
Liberals in line A-M, conservatives in line N-Z
All in line for the same show
There’s nothing more divisive than beliefs
A cop, a black and an illegal walk into a bar
But only the cop walks out. The shot the illegal when he caught her trying to rape the black…bullet must
have caught him too
But not to worry, it’s all on camera so the cop will be acquitted, he needed a vacation anyway
A judge imposed a sentence imprisoning a small time dope dealer, an embarrassment to the
He hung up his robe, then left work for the day
But didn’t go straight home. He needed to unwind before facing the wife and three kids. So instead he
met his friend at a remote motel where they took turns doing blow out of the crack of an escort’s ass.
When they were done, the prosecutor went one day, the judge went the other
The hooker’d still have court on Monday
No matter how you might emphasize, you still only see the world through your own eyes.
That’s why they stay clear when others might cry.
Or maybe it’s just because nothing is real to you anymore
You might be all dialed in, but you’re disconnected, all the same
Life doesn’t exist if not shining up at you from behind a LED lit screen
Why cry when you can swipe another’s pains so easily to the left
We live in the world of now. Grandma called it impatience
But whatever, it’s better this way
Everything you could want is at the tip of your finger
Lust, love and other intoxicating drugs, plus everything’s delivered. Then if you don’t like it just give it a
bad review on Yelp.
Work ethics, courtesy and virtues are for old people
Who wouldn’t want to live here and now?
Where a man could wear a dress and become woman of the year?
Where everyday hard working women were made to feel less without a fake ass or fake titties
Fake nails or fake hair?
Tell me…how is that fair?
A pencil of course.
I have and I will
Erase bad habits and
Traits that I’ve become
Accustomed to. And by
Me being a pencil and
Not a pen, I can start
Fresh at things and you’ll
Never know of the things
I’ve erased unless I tell
You. I guess you can say
I have a good eraser. Just writing this
I’ve erased 3 times. I sometimes tend to
Start things without putting
Much thought into so I
Have to start over.
Thank god for erasers. To
Sum it all up, pencils
Are temporary and pens
Are permanent. And
Everyone deserves a second
Is that I worked with the more
Fragile population. I took care of
8 intellectually disabled men who
Needed my determination. I
Graduated from college with a
Degree in Gerontology. I made
My family and friends all
Proud of me. I was offered
A job at a nursing home as an
Activities coordinator but I
Turned it down to continue my
Education at the University of
Toledo’s Clinical Nurse Leader
Master’s program. While preparing
For the program I continued my
Work at the group home. Then
One day I went with a friend to buy some weed. What was
A routine drug deal turned into
A robbery, and my friend was
Taken away and all was left was
His seed.The local news painted
Me as a violent person and
Disregarded all that I had done.
Not for myself, but for the fragile population.
Watching the sun and moon exchange places in the sky
As the seasons and years come and go
The earth coming alive then fading away
Another season or year passing just for another to take its place
First there is spring
With the budding of the flowers and trees
The grass turning from pale to lively green
New life begins
Next comes summer
The flowers now in full bloom
Birds singing in the trees, along with a new hive of bees
The sounds and smells of the season in the air
Then comes fall
Vibrant colors everywhere
Stealing summer’s harvest
The cooling of my little patch of earth
Now it’s winter’s turn
A time when everything seems to slow
The snow covers the land
Earth’s way of taking a much needed rest
Along with these wonderful sights and events
Watching not only the seasons but years pass by my window
Seeing my reflection in the window’s glass
Aging as each season and year fades away
This is how I think about my childhood to adulthood, the changes that brought me to my current
situation, and what I have got to do to change now and upon my release.
For years after graduating from high school (I graduated at the age of 16), I worked various jobs,
from a fry cook to a janitor. It is not as if I was dumb; I graduated with A’s and one B for a 3.75
GPA. I just did not know what I wanted to do in life at the time. Then at the age of 20, I joined
the U.S. Navy.
After completing boot camp, I was trained in radar and sonar and assigned to the Pacific Fleet.
Without going into a lot of details, I was tested multiple times over a three year period, each time
being upgraded in rank and pay until I finished my officers’ training. Once I had completed the
required courses, I was assigned to an Ohio Class Trident Nuclear Submarine stationed out of
Groton, Connecticut. After serving 8 years I was honorably discharged in 1986, retiring as a
The changes from high school to various jobs to joining the Navy (which included changes in
what I wore, from school clothes to work clothes to a Navy Uniform), each brought a new
understanding of life from being a teenager to becoming a man.
Since becoming a civilian, I have fathered two children and adopted one. Talk about change!
Fatherhood is a responsibility that can drive you crazy and make you proud, all at the same time.
This is something I would not change, for children are a gift from GOD and a part of your life
that is the greatest of rewards.
Throughout the stages of my life I have been to many places, done fun and scary things, and seen
wonderful and not-so-wonderful events. The most painful of them was when I went to prison. I
lost not only my personal possessions, but family, friends, and loved ones – most of all my
Living in the prison system for any period of time, you can and in ways do become
institutionalized. So upon release, it can be hard to adjust to being a free person. With the time I
have done and when I will be released, I am facing a change that is in some ways scary but also
anticipated. There are many choices I need to make; one is to realize I am no longer incarcerated.
Another is to become reconnected or reacquainted with family, friends, and loved ones, to face
the pain I’ve caused them and others. I will be proving not only to myself but to those I hurt that
I am not that person who is going to do the same thing over and over expecting a different result.
It’s time for me to wise up, face my wrongs, and become the person I could have, should have,
and can be. It’s time to show that I am a person who is valued and can make a difference, who
can use wisdom, which means to use knowledge, good judgment, understanding, and insight. I
need to treat others with the respect they deserve, taking full responsibility for my deeds and
actions, living a life making good choices and not the one of incarceration.
What is happiness?
Who can say?
One’s happiness may be another’s misery!
Do I really need to dance like a fool?
Smile like a clown!
Does that truly mean I’m happy or is it just a mask?
People tell me I’m dark or sad or angry.
They say be happy, act happy, write happy!
Aren’t we told even as children to do what makes you happy?
That we need to make our own happiness and not count on others?
Can you make others happy if you can’t make yourself happy?
Some say yes, just ask Robin Williams, John Belushi, or Chris Farley.
How happy were they?
How happy was Lenny Bruce and so many others?
Just because I make you happy does not help me,
At times it may even scare me.
So really when I’m told,
“You should be happy and you will write happy things”
Is that for your benefit or mine?
Maybe, just maybe I like living in the dark.
It may be where my happiness lies.
Remember rainbows fade, puppies grow old,
There really is no pot of gold, and unicorns don’t exist!
But the dark is real and forever
And for some of us that’s enough.
The truth behind the mask is hurt. With every Joy is an equal amount of desire to destroy groups of minds, groups of bodies, the reduction of smiles, and the increase in mayhem, increase in violence, increased in intense beatings, either my own or others, because behind the mask is a desire for a judgement day, due to a severe self righteous concept that everyone else is just a enemy deserving nothing more than anguish, and fates fit for sinners. Sinners being everyone other than whom I chose because I know what's best, sudden death. The truth behind the happy little pushover is the continuous voices that has guided his talents and accomplishments for numerous years without acting on such desires of vengeful homicides only to satisfy the truth behind the daydream of demise and decay because all life is ungrateful and wasteful. No one cares about his pain. But the mask... The mask is his reality.
If some mysterious way I
lost something across the U.S.
border, why would I need a passport
to go find it? If I’m really
free, why can’t I consume
drugs if I like it? If her
and I know it, why do we
need a piece of paper to
legalize it? Yeah some of us
committed crimes, I can’t deny it.
But being enslaved to an
institution, seems like human
rights don’t exist. I think
I’m fighting to be free, but
I’m fighting to stay content.
Once I’m free from these
prison walls, I’ll be enslaved
to a slave owner called the government.
To be honest, freedom doesn’t exist!
Inhale the open air
let the blue skies blanket you
a place I call home is now sorrow
you were a keystone in the bridge that made the covered bridge strong.
Strong as a Peterbilt like the rig you put miles in
complex as the winding roads you devoured under those wheels
“Just cuz you’re old doesn’t mean you’re dead.”
Forever young was the wisest
smile down on me now as I remember the old dusty trails we blazed
laugh at the certainty of joy
feet on the dash
tequila and tail lights
when the red dirt settles
All is a great tragedy
Hank never sounds the same
The drink is never strong enough and the road is never long enough
The loss trains the mud clots in my treads but never ends the journey
The last time I saw you,
I heard you laugh and saw you cry,
but my eyes stayed closed.
The last time I heard you, my heart was beating fiercely
like the earth rumbling from a stampede of one thousand horses.
The last time I touched you, there was a crack between the
earth widening every time I reached closer to you.
The last time I fell,
you waited for the wound to heal and blood to stop.
You gave me your heart. You gave me a chance, the last time.
No matter what you heard 1977 was an awesome year and an even better decade. Music took a leap forward with the in your face guitars and over the top screaming. Also it was the first time I ever heard of a band called the Sugar Hill Gang. “Rappers Delight” was popular to blacks and whites. The 60s days of peace and love gave way to a harder ballad.
Some may see it as a shameful time to live, but for a 19 year old head who was willing to go to any lengths to get laid, the emergence of disco and kush was the best thing that had ever happened for open sex. Even the free love of the 60s were no match for the disco era. All you needed was a few moves, a satin suit and a little blow or crystal and you were a disco god. Sure I had to give up my CSNY, Jimmy, and Janis but a little hypocrisy went a long ways back then and if I wanted down and dirty, just put away the silks and satins and head downtown to ‘the Mistake’ for all the slam dancing, ear splitting, sea of mohawks that you could ever want.
Yup, maybe the 70s was all glam rock and celluloid heroes, it died just as fast as it came around. But never was a better, more decadent time had by those who lived and immersed themselves to the fullest in it. I will always try to remember those times with a bit of decadent nostalgia and yes I still did and still do listen to Jethro Tull.
Can you see me in these words in the sounds of the airs as it ushers the oxygen combined with h2 in all solids and liquids?
Can you see me through the windows to my soul the ocular cavities that presents its messages to the lightless void between my ears?
Can you see these thoughts the vision of completion that is but isn't only my mentality?
Can you see beyond the vast layers of mask that covers the beauties that is the natural form of me?
Can you see the dancing rays playing with the darkness the red orbs orbiting my silhouette saturating the emptiness that is my caged reality?
Can you see my challenges the reachless heights of my deformities my effortless efforts to just be?
Can you see the beings behind the voices that operate on my decisions like a doctors precision incisions blurring my good vision to do righteousness in this surgery of my life path?
Can you see me spearheading the separation of science and math the maniacal unachievable fact in this statement because clearly there is a division like light and time?
Do you have vision to see beyond the negative presumptions created by your own personal reflections and prejudmental prejudice. Do you see I am you and everyone else is me?
Can you see our similarities?
Can you see that when the power of love overcomes the love of power that we can find peace?
I was born Elijah before I became human but can you see?
Noticing that they kill the positive people and let the demons run free?
What is the evil eye without the images you repeatedly show clearly?
Open your mind and ...See beyond the fantasy.
We see you with your nappy hair
Soup cooler lips and big nose breathing air
America loves your style so great for entertainment
Especially when your blood spills over the pavement
We know we need you but you are not an equal
We need you like a mouse feeds an eagle
just a part of our ecosystem
Who cares about your dancing and African rhythm
We would be better off with you just working for free.
Oh we did that with slavery.
My favorite season is spring because of the delicate changes the Earth was designed to bring. The cold temperatures slowly fade the icy snow melts and the perennials begin to sprout in their splender. There is nothing more beautiful than rain fertilizing the fertile grounds like the males fulfillment to a mothers womb. The Earth is nothing more than an Egg awaiting growth the soil like a shell cracking only to let the leaves feed the yolk. Changes is nothing more than stages of life. When I was a boy I dreamed of my wife, and I always wanted kids. 6 was never enough but I achieved that dream. Now it all has changed just like the sprout I broke the soil grew to my predestined height bloomed my flower then withered away into this winter. Prison life is just like winter but just like the perennial I will wait until I can spring loose and yet again strengthen my roots. What a funny thing change is. Because my dream never changes. but does that make me insane because I dream of the same thing and expect different results? Then be shocked when its all brought to a halt. I rise up I fall I walk and I crawl from kneeling to standing tall to once again laying beneath the soil. Yet love stays the focal point through it all from a poor man to the royal in that never-changing life cycle and its stages that never change.
I no longer hear your voices and I haven't seen your faces since that day
my eyes closed and I arouse in a daze
I live in a endless repeat of the moments of my past
my constant is like one big flash
Back with silence from what I thought was love
This reality doesn't fit me like OJ's glove.
Up until now my emotions have been clear
Where am I and how did I get here?
Trapped behind fences charged by wires
Misery surrounds me and never tires.
Did I die and am I in heaven or hell?
and did these strangers around me die as well?
Free shelter, free food, and no more bills
Its too good to be true kinda gives me the chills
Where are all the people that I once known
and why these other people still using pay phones
Did I travel in time and cross some dimensional plane
So much has changed and it all seems so strange.
I can't hardly remember who I was before.
I'm so confused why are the locks on the outside of the door?
Where do they take those people after they get into a fight?
Some guy said "to the hole" now that doesn't seem right.
Does he mean to the grave for some sort of second death?
This dream sure is weird and one big mess.
As the living water swallows the whole of us slowly pulling us into its belly. We search for our voice but can only find the lack of air and panic. What a test we've got ourselves into. Why would we dive in? Quickly we seek our options as desperation settles, looking up into the light and our father's hand. What is this life? so many beautiful currents pulling and twisting us this way and that, filling every moment with a brilliance unfathomable to the spectrum of our consciousness. At this moment only in the struggle is it clear. We can see the light and our fathers hand within it, a clear path where only shallow water and small bubbles like parables block our reach but we fear his worried grasp and the salvation from our dire state, instead we search in the far distance something new and uncertain. We learn a new thing floating away from the familiar,
and in it we reach our motionless fate
lost in a strange and unnatural state
disconnected from what once gave us breath.
This story took place during the summer around 2002-3. I'm not a hundred percent what year it occurred but I do remember all that happened during this time. My best friend at the time was a kid named Levi. Him and I had been friends for years at this point. We loved fishing so much that we would do everything we could to catch fish. We would wade through gross waters and come home smelling like dirty stagnant water and fish. It was always catch and release fishing because the fish we caught you didn't want to eat. There was a chance of getting sick. We enjoyed it very much despite the gross and the inability to really enjoy the fish we were catching. We had certain spots we would hit every year. My favorite spot was at my dads house, he had a pond on his property. I grew up fishing in the old small pond but Levi had never tried his luck. Well we both decided to try it out at the beginning of the summer to see how our luck would go. Catching fish all day was a chore. Every time we went out it was in one of three possible spots. Around the edges it was covered with moss and cat tails so it was possible to fish there but rough. The next spot was aboard this raft in the middle of the pond that was tied to an anchor along the bottom. The issue with this raft is its only surrounded by the deepest parts of the pond. It wasn’t usually the best spot to fish for bass. The last and the best was to fish off of this small row boat which you could use to get to the best areas. This boat i have fallen out of many many times for some reason. I was the only one of us it would happen to. It was like the boat dumped me out every chance it got. This was a month long fishing expedition between my best friend and I. It meant the most to me because friends have always been an important part of my life. The laughs, the talks, the arguments and the hunt for Big Bertha! She was one giant fish that broke all our lines and took so many good lures from us. It was also one of my first experiences with beer, unknowingly to my father it was taken from his garage fridge. And shortly followed by my first experience with throwing up and realizing just how much fish loved to eat puke....... gross. If you were to add a bigger and badder enemy, some kind of exciting story line apart from sitting and fishing and basically change the entire story around it would make an awesome heartfelt 80s movie. I picture a White Water Summer meets Stand By Me with a dash of The Goonies kind of movie if that puts some perspective on what I'm picturing. But in the end it was two friends who fished a small pond everyday for a month and spent most of it sunburned and unwashed. Despite all of that it was a simpler time and I hope my daughters enjoy some simpler times like I have. Unless you have sometime to slow down and do something you love you won't have any kind of meaningful moments in a persons life. Thank you :)
We're lost evolved past our natural laws consumed by our unnatural flaws forgetting our actual cause to worship Allah without a pause. Stuck on this factual thought I am G.O.D. Wait listen no need for booos ooohs and awwws.
I am Guaranty over Delusion, Growth over Destruction.
Gorgeous original Dedication, Gracious open Distinguished. I am Gallant optimal Daring, Grateful official Dashing always caring A Genitive opportunist Deserving nothing less than this Gospel of Divinity.
Yet in your mirror you see less than the Godly. A god not The God the only deity worth worship the great I Am who I am not the one not the three I Myself and Me. This unwritten trinity looking for gods heads not God's head the gods faces not God's face searching for a holy spirt when God is Spirit not an undead being all instead of believing in what has always been true. One God not three or two. Father and son together as one two necks four eyes two mouths with joker smiles. Sound demonic that's ironic sense satans would have you to believe lies a three headed god with 6 eyes.
In modern day society, majority of the population is introverted. Deciding to concentrate on oneself, and in consequence neglect of the whole will be of detriment to the whole. Many things throughout the world does discreetly effect each and every one of us. We can decide to be apart of solution and contribute to the cause of justice or we can decide to ignore that there is a problem and suffer on judgment day. We all trust the government with our money and well being, allowing them to create policies and pass laws that not only effect us but will fall on the shoulders of our children. There is money to fund wars in which I do not see a benefit in with great numbers of people dying. But when it comes to cultivating the future and developing our youth we are put on the back burner. We set no good example for our children to follow. I challenge you all to pay close attention to policy and politics, for the power is us all. No wonder why politicians beg for our votes during elections. We have the power.