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Art/Poetry

Somebody To Love

Casted away exiled to be forgotten,

I hold on to one hope love.

Love doesn't judge you it understands you,

love embraces and forgives it never ends.

Love sees you for who you are

who you'll become not who you were.

God taught me that everyone deserves love,

even an exile like myself.

So please take a seat,

pour some coffee,

learn who I am and who I'll become.

I too will listen,

as my Heavenly Father listened to me.

All I ask for is somebody to love,

somebody to know,

somebody to one day hold.

For I am defined by Christ now,

not my past not by man,

but by my Lord and Savior Jesus.

So please take a seat.

Would you like one sugar or two?

For our time together will be sweet,

and filled with steadfast love.

So please come join me as somebody,

that special somebody to love.


By Justin D. DeRy


Pledge of Allegiance

By Bryant Watts

I pledge Allegiance to the Savior worthy of praise worthy of thanks

Shed his blood on Calvary to right the wretched made us clean

Who died on the cross raised day three from a town called Galilee

Stands in the gap to intercede presents my cries to Elohim


I pledge Allegiance to the Savior through whom I'm blessed and highly favored

Living water this he's shared no other beverage can compare

The bread of Life off this I live more I give the more I get

So to my Father's business must I tend


I pledge Allegiance to the Savior why of course there is None greater

He defeated death and the Gates of Hell

Gave me Eternal life He treats me well

He is God with us Immanuel

Charmer

Is it for her eyes or for her smile

that the heart of so many men capsize?

Is it for her voice or for what she said

that they are ready to change their life?

Me, I knew her quite simply 

and I saw her again so often,

but, I realize now

that the trap has gently shut down.

She seduced me like a kid

in the hollow of her bewitching arms

how could I bear her

by her side, I really taste the life

far from her, I feel a big gap

and I think that she feels it too.

She seeks for bigger truths;

love, friendship, sincerity

and these few men she had upset

have they ever seen what she could give.

Behind her eyes and her smile

there is a soul to discover

her voice rocks me when she tells me

how we embellish a life.

She knew some wonderful stories

she drew her energy from the sky

I think that what she does best

is to open her big warm heart

to bring her joy to the unhappy

and live for a more happy world. 


by   Gilles Pimpare



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    Invisible To Society

    By: Ty Juane Pridgen

    Being trapped inside a brutal prison complex that's designed to squeeze the breath out of you slowly. From the very beginning this system was constructed just for that purpose. I have always thought prison was for Rehabilitation, but I quickly found out it was only to enforce Punishment. Once in prison not only are you fighting for your sanity, but at most prisons you are denied the skills & tools to succeed once re-entering society. Remember the goal is not Rehabilitation, but Punishment. The system wants to conquer your spirits. Many fall victim because of the harsh punishment and abuse of officer harassment, excessive force & abuse of authority. However the main problem is the lack of understanding that society has towards the criminal Justice system, and the prisons complex's. People who are incarcerated need society to be a little more concerned towards the spiritual growth of those who are behind the wall. Remember many will return back to society, but the lack of care from society could play a major role with the recidivism rate. Therefore we need society to love us, support us, but most of all Understand our life Inside Prison.



    What I Need

    I don't want pity or sympathy, I just need your empathy...

    I don't want admiration, I just need respect...

    I don't need lies, I need truths...

    I don't want followers, I need  believers...

    I don't just want to teach, I also need to be taught...

    I don't want to bottle up my fears, I need to conquer them...

    I don't want to stay down whenever I fall, I need to get back up...

    I don't want to ignore the mistakes that I make, I need to learn from them...

    I don't want to only forgive, I need to forget...

    I don't want to walk, I need to fly...

    I don't want to shoot for the clouds, I need to shoot for the stars...

    I don't want help, I need opportunities...

    I don't want to constantly profess my innocence, I need to prove it...

    I don't want foes, I need friends...

    I don't want to give up, I need to survive.


    By: Troy Hendrix





    I am amazed at the seeker of purity

    Who when it's time to be polished

    Complains of rough handling

    Love is like a lawsuit:

    To suffer harsh treatment is the evidence,

    When you have no evidence, the lawsuit is lost

    Don't grieve when the judge demands your evidence,

    Kiss the snake so that you may gain the treasure.

    That harshness isn't toward you,

    But toward the harmful qualities within you.

    When someone beats a rug

    The blows are not against the rug,

    But against the dust in it.



    Mathnawi  III

    4008-4012

    Diamond

    By Dwayne Ford

    A piece of dirt, nothing, carbon, mud is placed in a position,

    stuck without being able to move, 

    under intense heat and savage pressure slowly forms into a harder rock, 

    years and years of pressure makes this rock more solid 

    until one day it begins to shine, 

    now this rock can cut out glass, 

    now this rock is one in a million,

    even though this rock is underground

    no one ever knows what this rock has gone through to become a diamond, 

    only diamonds understand diamonds

    and what they go through to become what they are,

    if you understand keep on shining.


    by Jason

    With time we remain standing

    Knowing we need to go to the end

    Someone is watching over us

    You don't need to look He is every where

    Someone on your walk holds your hand

    Don't doubt, have confidence in your destiny

    Stay in the truth

    We have gone at times in denying

    Stay awake Stay engaged

    Together we can make a difference

    There is strength in numbers

    It will make it equal

    We are aware of the evil that reigns

    Bring the peace knowing the end is near

    and we are not ready

    We have walked all the paths

    We have dreamed of Paradise

    With time we have stayed in the light

    At all times we stay in the light


    Your Hope

    By: Cevelino

         Your Hope must be measured, your temperance must be measured, your joy must be measured, your peace must be measured, even when life's immeasurable, your intent must be measured, your peace of mind must be measured, your faith must be measured, even when death is ever patient and ever present, your tears must be measured, your rational must be measured, your attraction must be measured, your attachment must be measured even if life is immeasurable, you must be measured all the days of your immeasurable life/life lived under the sky's ceiling so you may fly, fly freely as an immeasurable life,

              always be measured


    Also by Cevelino


    OPEN


     

    Open wounds, soars, and spots, the heart pilled back from

    Words,

    The pain of the past; what is worse

    The pain or the past?

    You look like my future, compatible,

    You look like a healed soul; and is I could

    I'd help you hurt no more,

    But those words that hurt, they hurt yes they do, they hurt

    Because the past, the past to you,

    a past you had come out of, and are moving on too!

    Open

    Tea in the Sahara

    By Nick Paccione

     

    3 am. My love and I
    in our flannel pj's
    on a blanket
    of silver-lined silk.
    Beneath us cool desert sand.
    Above us a blue moon
    in a blue-black sky
    glittered
    with blue-white start
    twinkling
    like her blue-green eyes.
    A silver penny floats in
    on a cool breeze and lands
    in the warm palm
    of her open hand.
    It dissolves
    into glitter and drifts
    into eternity.
    What do you wish for? I ask.
    A world without nouns, she says,
    without war and suffering,
    without prison.
    But what about peace? I ask.
    What about love and community?
    Relations and connections, she says-
    hence prepositions
    in my world-
    and conjunctions too, she adds,
    unless they subordinate.
    A bronze turtle tiptoes over
    and offers my love and me
    each a cup of silvery tea.
    We drink...dissolve...drift...
    My love and I. 3 am.

    We Are

    By Jason

     

    Many are what they are not
    They do not know what they want
    They make the wrong choices and don't admit it
    We are like that and full of pride
    We wear a mask to fool those around us
    We are blind by the light
    We close our eyes
    We are open wounds
    So God dreamed of reaching the heavens
    We men have resonated the new era
    We are not happy and don't know what we want
    We are the angels returned to earth to fulfill the wishes
    It takes time for change
    Now or later we realize
    That we can always do differently
    Must stop arguing
    Live in peace quietly
    Get out of the grey zone to have no blemish at judgement
    We are on the edge of the chasm where no one wants to fall
    We are alive until the last breath
    On the road of the unloved
    We are doubting
    It would be time to decide
    It's up to the man to open the vault or have our keys locked
    We are observed from above
    Because down here have lost the vision
    Have not seen the moon or counted stars one by one
    Having not made one without the other
    Realizing how lucky we are

    Cry Freedom

    By = Derryl

    Tear drops running from down my eyes.

    So much pain in my veins.

    The system won't unleash me.

    The inner-beast inside me won't cease

    even if I'm ever released...


    The struggle is real even under all this penitentiary steel! 

    Freedom I cry like blood in my eye...


    Chains can't even keep me restrained.

    Cause revolutionary ties keep me trained.

    Discipline keeps me lined-up in life. 

    I'll forever be conscious never to give up...


    Cause victory does come to those who wait. 

    Even if days turn to years passed-on...

    To You My President

    By: Cevelino

         This is my ol to the president- I miss you man, Sasha, Malia and first lady Michelle, yes we did-but where do I go to be home again, being a Black man in America over and Over again,

         I miss you Mr.President I call you my great uncle, I see you in the tears of our

    four fathers, as a King as a sequel with our Queen as a equal,

         It happened again my president, that Emancipation, they sold us again in high class segregation, my years evaporated my heart is obliterated because you left eight years like Abraham's first wife Haggarth and we see what the right hand is doing, president Obama

         I walked like you, I wish I could talk like you, you ran the country and the world off so such faith, believing we'd make it some day black as Africans across a ocean this is my ol to you black man,

         black man in this room-remember your freedom was held, held like June too. Will you to assess it too, or leave- with it to a betterment, to a better defiant, you are a black president that president, relevant, molded by god in tombs, entombed to the noses of triumphant melodies to world called Zion,

         raisin our children under the same moon that our fore fathers sang to, believing that yesterday wasn't a monsoon, re surfaced-on this earths plantoon, black moon, black tears, black fears, right here, right now, why hear, black man in this room

         you are your father keepers-you are your mother deepest-you are the hardest envied-

         you are emancipated don't forget, you are emancipated, un shackle you mind and become a celebration,

         black man June is you to, you June too.

         This is my ol to you Mr.president I miss you.

    I Will Follow You Breath

    By: Cevelino

    I will follow you breath,

    even though I let you go even though I watch you leave,

    I will follow you breath away from the pain,

    the thump! thump! thump! in my brain

    and even away from moms songs, her singing, yes the ones she sang,

    morning after morning, the ones I hear still, while I'm in my shackles,

    I will follow you breath because you are free, so free,

    so question how is it you came from me?

    from all that I is and all that I'll never be,

    all that I am; am I free? All that I am; am I freed, all that I am; am I

    defeated

    because, I will never BE,

    I will follow you breath away far, far away...but, come back please,

    come back for me, so I can...BE ME


    My Time

    By: Christopher Edwards

    I watch the clock as the minutes pass hours,

    It keeps slipping through my hands like

    grains of sand;

    Dreams of sandcastles, palaces, and things

    I could've built;

    Or of cars, planes, and ships I could've used

    to see places that I often dream of;

    Instead I sit behind bars and bricks and

    bidding my time;

    Watching the world change from a TV

    as I slowly age;

    They say "Time doesn't slow down for anyone,"

    But why does it feel like it's moving faster?



    Stress Call AKA Mail Call

    By: Christopher Edwards

    I sit and wait for the shifts to change

    It finally happens! I pace the floor and look out the window

    And watch the guard open the mail bag and starts his day.

    He's walking towards my cell, I feel my hopes begin to swell

    I've sent out lots of lines, lots of ink

    Ex-communicated from family and friends, none of the support or care

    But with every letter I don't let my hopes or feelings sink

    He stops at my cell, Today's the Day!!

    "No mail today Edwards" as he continues on his way

    The weekend is still four days away

    Surely some mail will come my way

    All I hope for is a letter from someone to say...

    Hello

    Uncharted Dimensions

    By: The Unknown Pen

    Dedicated to: Every African American assassinated unjustly in Amerikkka


    Paraplegic foot steps embracingly caress uncharted dimensions...

    Masterly duplicating synchronized events...

    'I have a dream.'

    Effortlessly touching rummaging words of empowerment...

    'say it loud...I'm black and I'm proud!'

    Blasphemous, uncle tom, luke warm ass (Covfefe's)

    predominantly unlettered captives assigned numerical identities,

    strangulated chains.

    Massively hourding...

    'make it plain!'...(bystanders scream)...

    revolutionized within amerikkkanized auction houses...

    judicial court rooms.

    (#'Fake news')...

    #"Fake enumerated revolutionaries"...

    "guess who?"...

    enthusiastically entomb inflammatory suggestions...

    (#'Hands up don't Shoot!')

    Self-evident assassins pronounced...

    (#"Not guilty").

    Scribble...Scribble...Scribble...

    "Who am I?"...

    The Unknown Pen.

    A Poem By: Ryan Scott

    The time I was given

    I never appreciated, not until I

    started doing time.

    There are no take backs

    I started out with a clean slate

    free of blemishes or tarnish, but humans

    are messy - it's just nature.

    Time is the school in which we learn

    and Hell is the place in which we burn.

    If I take the time to work thru my

    problems I'll backtrack and find the

    root of my problem.

    But suddenly a pattern presents

    itself and how could I have been

    so blind for so long?

    I'm the problem! A neurologist once

    said that "It is an extremely human

    response to look outward when a

    problem arises"

    We have a tendency to excommunicate

    and lash out at the wrong ones.

    The purpose for peripheral vision is

    so we can get a fuller spectrum

    of the world.

    A horse who pulls a carriage or buggy

    has "blinders" on for a reason

    because anything outside of a

    specified path is, can be over whelming

    to ones senses.

    Time is the eyewitness testimony that

    will always, over time tell you what

    you need to know.

    Use the time given while doing

    the time you were given.

    There are always lessons to learn

    some just take longer to hit their

    mark.


    True Love Come Here

    By: Eric Perez

    A blink of a tear

    A Love disappear

    This Fear without care

    No where but here


    A Time has past

    My Love at last

    Only but in my past

    My Love don't last


    Now I'm here;

    drowned in my tears

    Down with fifty years

    with love no where


    My time will pass,

    with love at last

    But gone too fast

    My Love of the past.


    But love from where

    that is clear

    As long as love is near

    while I'm here that

    I'm clear.

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