While traveling through the mazes of my soul I came across a giant crystal wall Its surface glittered like a summer sea And deep within in it lay a golden keyI took one step closer to the wall And that's when I heard the Caller's call:"Do not obsess with tomorrow's where But who you are … Continue reading The Wall of Where
Thank God! After 14 years I finally made it to a medium security prison.
Credit: http://forwardtimes.com/spiritually-speaking-its-a-good-vs-evil-thing/ Believe me,You are not your thoughtsThat ramble on inside your headNor your feelings and emotionsThat drown you like a stormy seaNor your God given faithBe it handsome like the moonOr plain as an empty page Who you are my friend, Are your intentions Your manners and your gestures The goodwill that you emanateLike … Continue reading You
To my teacher and good friend,M.H I no longer stand on future's hillAnd wait for coming glory Nor hold on to roses of my pastAnd wish for a different storyI've grown tired of my restless mindThat flood my heart with worryAnd turns the blessed momentsInto haunting purgatory
10:30 P.M - Prison Cell #128 I was lying in bed with the lights off, watching the premier of "Camel Man" -- the first Hollywood movie to ever feature a Middle-Eastern superhero. It starred Lightning Larabie - who in real life is a popular camel race announcer-acting as Jay Jamal, a 20- year-old petty criminal, … Continue reading The Arabian Night: CAMEL MAN!
9:35 P.M I was lying in my bed, sipping on cold milk and eating raisins. My friend Giuseppe, a balding red rooster with just one eye, was standing on a stool beside my bed, eating sunflower seeds and spitting the shells out on the floor, like the inconsiderate sleaze ball that he was. Giuseppe was … Continue reading The Arabian Night: Giuseppe
Previously on the Arabian Night series: The Nihilist There are dangerous men... and then... there are dangerous men. Howie belonged to the latter category. He was a 60-year-old Indonesian friend of mine who lived on myprison block; short, bold, wore thick-rimmed glasses that made his eyes appear doubletheir size, and always walked around with a … Continue reading The Arabian Night: WMD
