Holding up a 6 inch by 6 box, CD says; “Here is his remains, with his self contained personality, his writings and his military ribbons and metals.” We salute as CD tosses all that was him in the ocean below.
There is a dog locked in a cage that is not much bigger than itself.
Week after week food and water is provided and sometimes clean newspaper,
But never is the dog allowed to leave its cage.
Years go by and a child sees the dog and wants to play, and so opens the age to let the dog out.
Reaching out and calling, waiting for the dog to come out, instead the dog cowers in the back of its cage.
Not willing to be touched, but most of all, not wanting or willing to leave its cage.
A man is incarcerated for 30 years for something he did when he was 20 years old. Now 50 years old he
is told to get ready to leave, his time is done.
The morning he is to be released he sits on his bunk looking at his home for the past 30 years, thinking,
The officer comes and gets him, and after signing the needed paperwork, he was given some money and
a bus ticket to his hometown.
After getting off the bus, he walks around the town not knowing what to do or how to act.
When it’s night he takes a large rock and breaks a store’s window. Sitting down inside the store, he
waits for the police to come get him.
When asked why he did this, he said, “I want to go back home.”
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.
Writer’s club by the lake
Is it real or is it fake
And if it is for real what does it take
To become a writer on the lake
Do you need to lay your soul bare
Opening your mind and heart to hear
Even if it takes a year
To what’s really going on in there
Do you write what’s on your mind
Reaching out for the words to find
Be they ugly or kind
Both can leave you in a bind
Do you write what’s in your heart
Taking each word and putting them in your cart
Slowly pulling word for word apart
Trying, to put something together that’s funny or smart
With the dawn of a new day
You ask yourself what’s really in your paper tray
Something that will pay
Or something you just threw away
Words of sin
Words to win
Using a black, blue, or red pen
All of it seeming to get under your skin
In the end when everything seems to fit
And you’ve got your script
Feeling this ones a hit
Go head, submit your manuscript!
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