This is my first night in prison. Its past midnight, and I’m in solitary confinement. The lights are permanently on, and I’m sitting on my bed, (a thin beige cot on top of a grey slab of concrete), with my back against the wall. I’m looking straight ahead, but my mind is elsewhere. My life … Continue reading NIGHTMARES AND DAYDREAMS
Helen Keller lost her ability to speak, hear and see after catching scarlet fever as a young child. In one of the most moving passages in her autobiography, she writes about how grateful she is for being able to touch a tree and still remember how it looked like... Her story inspired me to write … Continue reading Let it be said
Why do modern society’s produce disintegrated human beings? I lost my wing,That I once had,With which I used to fly Beyond the cloud,Beyond the stars,Beyond this earthly realm And now I live,Alone inside,This empty lonely loft I once was whole,I’m shattered now,I’m such a scattered mess! My body is here,My mind is there,And my soul … Continue reading Modern Man
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