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The Craigslist Thrill Killers

Elytte and Miranda Barbour murdered a man just to get a thrill.
It is always very stupid and senseless when people kill.
They said they killed him because they wanted to kill someone together.
If you're wondering when they'll get out of prison, the answer is never.
They pled guilty to Second Degree Murder and other charges and got life.
Elytte will never be able to kill another person and neither will his wife.
When Troy LaFerrara answered the Barbours Craigslist ad, he didn't know he was in danger.
While in court, LaFerrara's loved ones were very furious and they expressed their anger.
The Barbours are only 22 and 19, they're young enough to be my kids.
If they were my children, I wouldn't forgive them for what they did.

(This is a true story about Elytte and Miranda Barbour who murdered Troy LaFerrara.)

Details | I do not know? | |

His Song and Mine



I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
    When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;   
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,   
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
    When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,   
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
    Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;   
For he must fly back to his perch and cling   
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
    And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars   
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
    When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
    But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,   
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!

Why Do I Write?

You ask me why I sing?
You ask me why I write?
You ask me why I bleed?
What choice have I besides?

I long to fly, to run away
To some safe haven just to play
To see the light of blessed day
And give my longing heart full sway

I want to grasp the star and moon
And live my life; t'will end too soon
And kiss the clouds up in the sky
But here am I, what choice have I?

Why do I sing?
Why do I cry?
Why write of pain
No lullaby?
What choice have I?

I want with zeal to be adored
And I want Fame there at my door
I want IT ALL and so much more
Tell me, is anything for sure?

Why so I beat my wing?
I was born to soar…

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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I took a rich man’s wallet
So that we would not starve
I’m sure the lord has forgiven me
But the judge he surely did not.
He spared me from the gallows
But sent me across the sea
Away from family and friends
And away from you sweet Molly
I could see you standing on the dock in the rain
As the ship lurched out in the mist
And I wondered sweet Molly would I ever again
Hear your laughter or feel your sweet kiss.
Well terrible fortune befell us
On that awful disease ridden ship
And brutes were the crew and the guards
Who beat us with fists and with whip.
And the wind howled and the seas rose
And many were washed overboard
And illness, storms and starvation
Were sent upon us by the lord
And gradually everyone perished
But somehow I seemed to survive
Until somehow I made it to Botany Bay
The only soul left alive.
I joined a prison gang Molly
And hard to work we went
They gave me a chisel and barrow 
And told me to go and carve steps
From a mountain made out of rock
On a path that led to nowhere.
No food or drink did they give us
I feel that they wished we would die
Well their wish came true sweet Molly 
As the men started dropping like flies.
The sun burned my face and my arms
As I hammered away at the stone
And when the rains finally came
They soaked us through to our bones
Then a flash flood swept the others away
And left me there all on my own.
Well my life was hard to be sure 
But again I seemed to survive
And I finally made it back to the camp
The only soul left alive.
They all were surprised to see me 
They clapped my back and shook my hand 
They said we must throw a party
For the luckiest man in the land
Well a grand party it was
Under a night of starry skies
The officers all were so drunk
That they started dropping like flies
And in the morning the soldiers found me grinning
Twenty dead officers, two blood stained knives.
Holy Christ said the men as they clapped me in irons
He’s the only soul left alive!
So now I finally face the gallows Molly
And there are no more lies left for me
What I couldn’t eat of the men on the ship
I threw the remains to the sea
What I couldn’t eat of the men on the mountain
I buried among the trees
The drunken officers deserved all they got
So Molly my conscience is clear.
My only regret dear Molly
The only thing that causes me pain
Is knowing that I shall never
See your sweet face again.

Details | Light Poetry | |

That One Chance

                                                       That One Chance
                                             If I had that one chance I would,
                                             Eliminate that reality that hate could,
                                             Destory the purpose of loves will,
                                             For hate is a reality that loves to kill.

                                             Having this one chance I would  know,
                                             That my life has that chance to show 
                                             No other purpose is their from hate,
                                             Because hate is not my only fate.

                                             If I had that one chance to love,
                                             I woulld humble its desire thereof,
                                             For I know that its desire is from,
                                             The essence of a true reality to come.

                                             So if one fines that one chance,
                                             To adore its love snd take a stance..

Details | Alliteration | |

Hybrid Eyes

unknown five fingers flipping lives
power based dynamic undermines the dramatic
twist the totalitarian love like lashed fragments
bastard basilisk coiled coolly over calming masks

The hybrid eyes close on hatred
Unveil the universal welcoming smile
Happy's perfect when expecting a party
Happy's perfect when expecting a life

Hate the child
Hate the child
Hate the child
Show it love

ensure enraptured trust and warming embrace
unannounced resurgence of relief and trust
tame the tether and tighten the ropes
warning clouds wane and the day shines

The hybrid eyes close on lust
Unveil the welcoming smile
Happy's perfect when expecting norms
Happy's perfect when expecting trust

Show it love
Hate the child
Hate the child
Show it child
Hate the love
Hate the show
Love the show
Show the child
Hate it
Love it
Show it

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Camarilla

The Camarilla  *part 1

She forgets every meaning of untroubled silence and fantasy
Joyful and full of spirit, indulgent ways to live a life in existence
Her unity, filled with haven never again the craven
Allowing to never again be discredited, nor run from her responsibilities
Walking in a bust that rejected hopeful-less feelings
The love, joy healed every carefree solitary need
Soft reactions, with a gift that holds inner peace
A joy of the stop, universal, opening the silence

Her enemy now wears the white wolf coat~ 
With no interest of ongoing thoughts, ending these uncomfortable ways
Engraved words removed, releasing pristine motions that swim in mystery
Gazing at the world with one complete look, of everything
Regretting old thoughts of waste
Losing and forgetting every notion that now can be dealt and felt'  
Rising to the ability of her sexuality, that rises above and below all levels
Now she whispers, words that untwist her fate, with great debate
Destroying and diverting demonic demons dat are dreaming

A sin to go on when one ignores the light
A lovely look against every break was all it took
Intervening every change that took place
She is and always will be saved,
Enjoying all the pleasure and painless desires for compassion  
Eliminating every form of inner prison, turning it into medicated freedom
Dedicating every matter behind,
Oh! How to spread that life's a dream one should be shared

Sane like the flowers that grow throughout the year
Finally, finding the perfect ruler of peaceful grace
Calmly giving life and advice, praying, praising, and preparing
Forgetting her NEFARIOUS, purpose!

Dedicate~ to: The MALKAVIAN- Part 1* Poem written by; Nate D.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Can of Peaches

She was a kleptomaniac,
His wife of thirty years.
The risks she took for stuff of little value
Had all but driven him to tears.

She had such low regard for the risk;
Always said, “If I’m caught, I’ll pay.”
“But what if they’re not satisfied?” he’d ask.
She just smiled and said, “That’ll be the day.”

When first they met, he thought her just young and wild;
And, after all, it really did no one any harm.
It was fun to watch her be so sneaky,
Kind of a sexy part of her appealing charm.

The stuff she stole was so petty,
But she seemed to have such fun.
After all, it wasn’t for the stuff she stole,
But for the thrill of what she’d done.

As time had passed, he had finally realized
It was a sickness, not just a game to play.
She’d steal something almost everywhere she went,
And she went somewhere almost every day.

So, it had gotten old and tiresome, completely out of hand.
His pleas of “Get some help.” she would ignore;
Tho’ she might have thought better of it
If she had known what was in store.

While grocery shopping, she tried to steal a can of peaches.
They caught her, called the cops, sent her off to jail.
She called her embarrassed and disgusted husband, 
Who resentfully made arrangements for her bail.

When her court date came, he went along;
And when her case came up, he was by her side.
As the judge reviewed her charges, it seemed to him
That the judge’s patience was being sorely tried.

“Madam" the judge said angrily, "…a single can of peaches?
It’s obvious you have no desperate financial need.
You are wasting my court’s time with such farce.
So, do you plead?"

She feigned regret. She bowed her head.
Surely such a ploy might change his attitude.
“Guilty, your Honor.  I am so sorry.”
He growled, “Save your platitudes.”

Then he asked, “How many peaches were in the can?”
“Your Honor, I believe that there were ten."
“Madam, I intend to teach you a lesson this day.
You’ll think twice before you steal again.

You’ll serve three days in county jail for each peach in that can.”
Her husband saw his chance.  He said, “Your Honor, if you please,
Before you pass her final sentence, you should know….
She also stole a can of peas!"

Details | Haiku | |

Butterfly In A Bottle

Slowly opens the eyes
Amazed, flutters to the skies
Contained. Settles and sighs.

Details | Rhyme | |


Here I sit alone; confined to my prison cell
Locked away from the world it is a living hell
I know I should be punished for taking someone's life
I should have forgiven the man who stole my wife

Now I have time to sit and ponder my crime
Total isolation, my life devoid of sunshine
Wish I could turn the clock back to that fateful day
The events of that night are on constant action replay

Now I’m just a pathetic soul
Life is on hold I am no longer whole
Devoid of human contact, only the prison warder
Not allowed visitors even my beloved daughter

No one is here to see the silent tears I cry
Day after day confined, my life is slipping by
Tormented by realisation of my wasted life
Oh to turn the clock back and forgive my cheating wife


Written for Solitude Contest Sponsored By Scott Thirtyseven
~Awarded 15th place~

Details | I do not know? | |

One More Day

Tap. Tap. Tap.
Shoes. Clicking against the tiles.

Cling. Cling. Cling.
Keys. Jingling against each other. 

Clink. Clink. Clink.
Cuffs. Clanking against the bars. 

Drip. Drip. Drip.
Water. Smacking against the floor.

Whack. Whack. Whack.
A whip. Lashing against my skin.

One more day to go. 

Just wrote this out in a couple of minutes with my mind on the topic word of "prison". Enjoy!

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Victory Lap

Dusk lingers over the broken hill
Night creeps slowly beneath gloomy skies
Tired souls scramble to their weary beds
While I kneel down on the old dusty carpet and pray.
My spirit groans but I could not utter a single word 
Overshadowed by an unusual burden
I forced out a few words and hum a spiritual tune.
The night spread quickly over my bed
And I drifted in a deep slumber instead.
I found myself waiting in a room,
I was waiting for someone but I didn’t know who
A bare shelf attached to a plain wall
With a phone box sitting on top caught my attention.
Someone suddenly came out of nowhere into the unlit room
With a delegation and greeted me heartily.
He shook my hand and gave me the box.
We sat around a table positioned in the center of the room
His chair powerfully arranged to right side 
He sat close to the door and I sat next to him 
enchanted by his charismatic power 
I waited for that ecstatic hour. 
His delegation sat around the table at
the darker end of the room clapping 
and cheering as he started to speak.
With a big grin and a wide smile
He spoke with confidence, boldness and authority
Suddenly the door cracked opened and a radiant glow of light 
straight from the sky radiates upon him 
The beaming light rest upon him and covers him as he spoke.
God bless the President 
These words  woke me up 
in the wee hours of the morning.

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I Just Got Out Of The COUNTY JAIL

After a wonderful late afternoon walk in the park, 
my wife and I moseyed over to the Japanese Hibachi Grille for some dinner. 
What we got into was some good old fashioned drama down at BeniHana...

You see, I got me a fetish for shiny cookware, 
so as the patrons' eyes honed in on the iron chef 
dicing up onions, shrimp, and chicken...
mine were busy fantasizing about concealing Ginsu knives
clankin' in the kitchen. 
"Brew Silly began his routine with the hot fire volcano bit
atop the flat grille.
In the distraction, my sticky fingers began reactin',
 slippin' utensils inside my zipper, for a thrill. 
Things started heatin' up as folks were eating up;
Spatulas started flyin'! 
Mushrooms were a fryin', 
My conscience stopped trying... 
tired of getting beaten up!

Now, if I told you I was lookin' at what was cookin'...
I'd be a lyin'. 
I mean, I was really tryin',
but the devil had me by the klepto-hands...guiding me.
Riling me up.
He said, "Go for one of them Wok's! Do it now Big Dog! 
Get yir rocks off! Knock yir socks off! 
Quick man...sly like a fox, Hoss!"

My heart said, "No", but my head said, "OH HELL YES!"
Sadly, I was in cahoots with the devil, 
bass mixed with treble, 
trouble poundin' in my chest! 
So guess what came next?-

I grabbed one of them big brass bitches, 
signaled Jessie's ass with a quickness, 
and started gunnin for the door!
Of course, my good hearted wife started whinin', 
"Honey, I wasn't done, now what are we leavin' for?"

"Listen baby, I'll explain later.
Right now it's time to go!"

As we passed the pretty little hostess,
she banged the gong and said real fast, 

"AHH, Tank-You Berry Much F'wor Cummean Fwolks!"

We jetted towards the park, but it was getting dark.
My legs began to fail. The cops were on our tail.
We tried to walk and play it off, but it was no use.
We should have stayed and ate our food, 
and drank our brews with "BREWS!"

The pigs threw me to the ground, 
then began to squeal and bark.
They tossed us in the County Jail, 
twenty thousand bail...
 ____________FOR TAKIN' A WOK TO THE PARK!!!

~"True story ={WinK+Wink}

Details | Elegy | |


monolith wrapped
with blackish aura
now old lion has
lost it's strength 
wiggles under the
iron gossamer
sometimes yelps
yawns and sighs 
waiting in labyrinth
for macabre end

For P.D'S contest

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Every Dog Starts As A Surly Cur

Every Dog Starts As A Surly Cur

Earth seeds its own laments
worn shepherds in torn tents
Sheep living in deep sleep
a tramp never earns his keep

Lone tree shades bare ground
hare rests but not the hound
Path sets so many hideous traps
children need more long naps

Adults seek much more pleasure
ignoring love's greatest treasure
Always more power grows deeper mad
selfish desires fertilize the bad

Earth bears its bitter fruit
dog puppies, so soft and cute
Man races he knows not where
every dog starts as a surly cur

Robert J. Lindley... 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Paris my prison

another world for me
a soul that I be
a freedom for life
free by love for liberty
for living — Paris my reason
Paris my unfulfilled desire
Paris my prison

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I Killed A Gangster

Until 1934 I was a barber, that used to be my profession.
Many people are suffering because of this Great Depression.
A Gangster walked into my shop but when he left, he had to be carried.
He was responsible for many deaths and I made sure that he was buried.
I usually don't brag but this time I love to gloat.
That punk asked for a shave and I slit his throat.
He dealt in Prostitution, Gambling, Booze and Heroin.
I made sure that he couldn't do anything illegal again.
I'm not ashamed of myself even though I lost my freedom and my wife.
I saved people from that animal and a judge sentenced me to life.
I'll be locked up for the remainder of my years.
I don't regret what I did, my conscience is clear.

(This fictional poem takes place in the 1930s.)

Details | Prose | |

The Color of My Skin

                                                The Color of My Skin

                                     Why do you hate the color of my skin.
                                     Is it that you think I'm inferior from within;
                                     Or can you see that natural man in me,
                                     If so its because my soul is of reality.

                                     Why do you hate the intelect of my mind,
                                     Or can you say it possesses more then time;
                                     If so, why do you treat me so unkind.

                                     Why do you hate the pattern of my speech,
                                     Is it morally sound for you to teach;
                                     Mend your way of life or I'll be,
                                     Locked in this cage from reality....

Details | Free verse | |



What is logical, in this world of chaos, violence 
Nonsense. Nothing seems to clean this dirt 
Stains I cannot rinse. 
Social wounds take their toll 
Attacking every angle, there is no dependable defense. 
Only duck and dodge, never stand still. 
With media, the law, and terrorist threats 

Stayin' alive is pretty intense. 

And keeping open eyes, when constant 
brainwashing attempts until convinced 
We need to realize,
 these lies they sell make no sense. 
Then we may try to live free then die, without their interference.

Details | Free verse | |

I Got Next

I came from projection I came from hood
The difference being in hood ten year ago and now
Kids and women used to matter, knowing the struggle
I Got Next
This may not matter to you but when you witness children left outside
With nothing to eat with a ball next to a bench
You tell me what is cold and man I thought my mom was cold?
I Got Next
Were talking about role models for this generation 
Time after time I tell people I’m not the guy
But growing up I could not tell you how a role model was supposed to interact 
I Got Next
In till the state gave me a One on One and 
She looked at me and told me you are going be a bachelor one day
Yeah, whatever but oh my god she was so beautiful with a college degree!!!
I Got Next
Don’t get it wrong I was not a bad kid put the environment and 
Crime was terrible and key word was an index of “8” “The City That I'm From” But
We strive for perfection and my name is not even important but these kids’ are
I Got Next
The scares of my chest from arm to arm you would think it was tattoos,
So I been told!!!
Tiger stripes is what they call them and I’m not a people person But 
I Got Next
If my story could help someone else story fine 
But I’m not the guy or even trying to be anyone role model
Just some time in this community its push on me to be the guy I was put 
In newspaper at three and half for preschool when it first open no pressure though!!!
I just had goals dreams and aspiration is that so wrong for a child!!!!
I Got Next
I know people that goes to prison and think that is where they should be?
But I’m going to mention for the incarnation things have chance drastically
And some kids don’t respect anything but who is to blame?
But starting today I take the blame!!!
I Got Next
And the phone never stops ringing!!!
I Got Next 
Went and check the mail today got another credit card offer as usually 
But this time It was” THE” Black Card Visa 
Thinking to myself I’m never going have no money to join why offer?
But I do have great credit if I may add!!!
I’m going keep this Brochure or as I call it Bro Sure and 
I’m Sure one day what some us did for our community they will say
I Got Next!!!!

Details | Terza Rima | |

What May Come

Not everything is as it seems. 
And no one is ever truly happy here, 
Mostly because we're told to dump our dreams. 

But no one ever addresses our needy fears. 
Somehow, we've been handed the end of the rope; 
Left alone to make the muddied waters crystal clear. 

In the midst of all the chaos we cope, 
By seeking out the comfort amidst the pain 
Looking into the things that should instill hope. 

What is hope, and the reality that it stains - 
For anyone can see that it exists not. 
Shed a tear as you watch goodness wane. 

Instead, it is gratification sought 
Within a world that can't make up its mind. 
Instant, fleeting, with it, lost souls are bought. 

Where is the path? Through what does it wind? 
Curving here, breaking past the man-made walls, 
Descending until the broken spirit is all one finds. 

From all directions the way wards path seems to call 
Not caring who the confusion leads astray 
And then stepping back so as not to take the fall. 

Yet the path carries on, blindly leading the foray 
And everyone allows it one more fleeting move. 
Blindly groping for the invisible handhold that's taken away. 

When will the awakening arrive, making us prove 
That we are more than simple mindless machines 
Trying desperately to avoid the looks that disapprove. 

Why must we carry on, strapped to a ride that careens, 
Tossing us, throwing us like some rag doll in a child’s hand? 
Shouldn’t there be more to this macabre scene? 

Eyes open, I see all of this. Eyes closed I weep and demand - 
Is this the way we had our world originally planned?

Details | Narrative | |


I eat and sit
Stretch and Sleep and
Dance with time.
I've found mundane
       In raw mounds in my palms
- and swayed in its drunkenness.

Time, she's tried to touch me
      - tries - 
But, floating, I hold no weight,
Amorphous, we drift about,
She and I, never touching,
She and I, never existing;

Meaningless and comforting.

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Details | I do not know? | |

Wasted Tears

Tears- never knew a home
So accommodating, like
Diamonds- cut with blood 
So devastating the
Weakness- the marker of a soul 
So Broken, by
Shame-in a mirage of a life
So Hopeless because of the
Meaninglessness-I carry with me 
So futile these

Details | I do not know? | |


I’ve been caged for too long
Trapped and ensnared for so long
Kept in a place I don’t belong
But I tried to stay strong
Did everything I was told to
Got the education I was supposed to
I was promised I would go places
But life has changed faces
I was told I was free, free as a bird
Why does freedom hurt so much?
Freedom aint never been this poor
Freedom aint never been this sorry
Freedom aint never been so hopeless
How can the system be so imperfect?
My ancestors begged from your ancestors
My parents begged from your parents
The system says I should beg from you
But I refuse to stretch out my hand to beg
I refuse to sing the song of a loser
I refuse to live like a beggar
The system won’t work because you don’t let it
The system stinks but you don’t see it
Free my mind, free my body, free my spirit
Away with the system, away with oppression
My solutions come from within me

Details | ABC | |

Missing You

Let me tell you about a game i play
Where i close my eye's and fade away

I float away to a special place 
Beyond the star's and moon and space

In this special place you see
There are only two people,Just you and me

In this place,All is right
Nothing but love,And we never fight

In this place,There is no sadness
No cell's,No court's,None of that madness

No bar's to hold us or separate
No one to tell us we can't kiss or touch

I don't just tell you I love you,I show you 
how much

But eventually the game must end
My eye's must open,And reality set's in

But someday soon,I'm not sure when
I will close my eye's and play my game again

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Good From Bad

Eighth of November,
nineteen years before 
the start of the 21st century
Suffolk County Georgia State Penitentiary
He slowly walks down the cold and barren hallway
The Preacher right beside asking the Lord's forgiveness
Entering the chamber where one lone chair sits
He has come to grips with his mortality
Eyes only gazing at the worn oak floor
He is seated and strapped with ice cold steel
The Warden asks for any last words
"May the Lord look after my unborn baby girl"
Eight Thirty Eight  the lights flicker 
The mouths of the onlookers drop
He no longer can be a burden to society!!

Eight of November
nineteen years before
the start of the 21st century
Clare County Michigan State Hospital
Down at the end of the pure white hallway
A young mother to be
Nurse right beside praying to the Lord new life be born
She has come to grips with Motherhood
Laying up high on the table
Strapped in to the stirrups of warmth
Her words could be heard
"May the Lord bring me this baby girl"
Eight Thirty Eight you hear the cries
The mouths of the onlookers all grin
For one mans sin has turned into life again


Details | Free verse | |


I am 18 years old
I just found out that I spend most of my time sleeping, 
I am obsessed with it. 
I have lived for 9,460,800 minutes
Most of which I waste on sleep
Sleeping is my personal heroin,
It lets my arms as a pair of wings  to fly me  to paradise.
When I want to escape from reality,    
I shoot it up my veins.

One day, my mom was chatting with her friends, 
When they discussed my studies, 
I looked down at my shoes while their children smiled smugly.
Their smiles struck my wings like lighting
The path to my paradise began to disappear 
I thought I could use my broken wings to open their eyes 
so that they would see my true face
But this was just my imagination
I needed a hit so bad that I slept for 3 days
Feeling likes a puppet, no pain as my strings are pulled
My dream leads me into that sense again,
I looked at their lips and heard their words, proudly I say to her friends, “I am better than your child.”
When I awake, I feel my emotions flood back to me stronger than before

When I was in high school,
I worked so hard but I still couldn’t achieve a score to be proud of
When I see my father’s rough hands, I am shamed by my B Grade Paper.
Then I begin to think what I can do for him, 
I ask: “DAD! Can I go to get a part-time job?

“No, getting back to your studies!”

I prepared to take another shot of heroin
To help me pretend as if nothing happened
I used to think that sleeping would solve my ailments
    But I realized 
I realized that I am escaping
   Like boxers hide behind their gloves 
Like timid warriors escape from the battlefields

These years, I am search in for peace
But opiate feeling blinds my eyes 

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Hidden Places Of The Mind

My heart is shattered but knowone cares,
all I recieve are hard cold glares.
my soul wanders in this exteme universe,
like the words that spit out a most vile curse.
A blackend sun that invades my space,
as I fade deeper into society trying to find my place.
my spirit transparent like ghosts from the past,
anxiety I feel as my heart beats fast.
I could scream out loud but I'm always ignored,
fading into black like in the mind of someone out of their gourd.
Elements perspire like a wrecking ball of hope,
my adrenaline pumps as I try to cope.
The world judges my being as they only see one way,
as I refuse to be a part of this role that they play.
Silence is deafening to the curious of hearts,
as we all act out our own individual parts.
Auras spark and pulses race,
as we all explore what time won't erase.
Deep within inner fires rage
Someone help me and get me off of this stage.
I refuse to play out this act anymore,
as this fire has burned out and has burned me to the core.

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The Prisoner

I live within a small dark space
You hardly ever see my face
Beneath me there are things that turn
What they are I hope to learn

I've been a prisoner all my life
I've not had children or a wife
I cannot even move around
'coz I am most securely bound

Once in a while I get to see
out of this prison that holds me
I feel it starting, must prepare
for my next view of what's out there

My little prison starts to vibrate
No longer will I have to wait
Now the closed doors open wide
At last, another look outside

I'll call for help in that strange land
and perhaps someone will understand
It is the one thing I can do
The time has come, I yell ... "Cuckoo"

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The Shout

They stood there like ghosts
these apparitions.

 Survival was attrition-
 Eyes, like big black holes.

Slowly ,barefoot , moved 
these emaciated Poles.

The one in front ,raised his hand
and pointed to that heap of sand.

Skin hung on his frame;
who was to carry this evil shame?

He let out a guttural shriek! 
This shrouded and tormented freak.

Had bid farewell to his next of kin-
through the stacks this dreadful sin.

With feeble walk he made the gate;
aware that  they had not sealed his fate.

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i am in this place i am not use to i look around in try to figure out where am i,trapped and alone nowhere to go screaming and yelling but no one can hear my cry, Everyday i walk around trying to figure out this unknown place, where am i is the question i ask myself everyday until i hear a voice that answers me of a reply i am not happy with but i continue to listen to this voice because i am trapped with no where to go then it hits me that this place is called hell because i have no where to go my soul is free but my body is trapped,you and i know that i will not be happy with the thought of being slaved and kept hostage until they set me free, my body and soul is now starting to let me be who i wanna be which is free, so i cry and plea til i can't no more that's when i realize i have to changed to a new me in i am set free in a world of happiness where am i now is the question i ask myself now then the same voice replies your in a place of FREEDOM

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Ghetto Girl

Cold heart nothing matters,
Bad choices, spiraling faster
Numb the pain, nothing matters,
This is her; the walking disaster

Flashing lights, cop cars
This time she’s gone too far
Nothing matters, because no one cares
Mother’s shooting up, Daddy isn’t there.

One more tattoo, one more scar
Distracts them all from the cuts on her heart.
She’s seen the fights, dealt the drugs
Dollar for dollar, spare the love.

A dropout she is, criminal she will become
Carrying a wicked mouth, and her daddy’s loaded gun.
Life is never easy when you’re digging for gold.
But it’s too late now; to the devil her soul is sold.

One day she’ll regret this path, wonder ‘what if..’
But she’ll wonder it from a cell bed, cold and stiff.
What if that teacher in jr. high, had asked about that cut above her eye.
Or what if in grade eleven they told her not to drop out; instead gave her 
something to believe in.

Maybe then her story wouldn’t have been over so fast,
she might even hold that master’s degree at last.
She’d be a lawyer, doctor, something more
Something better than the woman crying silently on the prison floor.

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Arrested for selling Weed

I got in trouble because of my greed.
I was arrested because I sold weed.
I thought I was being smart, I thought that my Grass was well hid.
But the Police found it and I was made to pay the price for what I did.

After I was arrested, my house and land were confiscated.
My family had lived there for generations, I was devastated.
For two centuries, that land was handed down from father to son.
But because of my stupidity, it will no longer be handed to anyone.

When I went to jail, my son went to live with his Aunt.
He no longer looks me in the eyes and I'm ashamed because he can't.
Please don't make the same mistake that I made.
I broke the law and because of what I did, I paid.

(Even though this is a fictional poem, it is a very bad idea to sell Marijuana or other drugs.)

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Trapped in a prison with walls so green
Their very nature cannot be felt
Each day I yearn to escape
Grasping for the motivation
But every time I'm built up
The will deflates and slows to a crawl
Being brought to an unhealthy sort of low

Trapped in nights
Starless and black
The only illumination
Is of artificial nature
Daily cycle and nightly trend
Wears the treads on the toughest leather soul

Peppered in my mind are seeds of pain
Angst and nihilistic blossoms of hate
Rituals of automatic smiles and laughs
Forgetting how to feel and taste
Love is a carcass, long decayed
I am not longed for, just wished away

Pressure cooked contempt
Salt stained tears
Black night stretching
Walls are falling
Oh god ****
What did I do?
Was I ever right?
Am I ever?
So cold now
Tremors and quakes
Throat bleeding
Screams collapsing
End it
End it
End it
End it all

Author Notes
I know this breaks traditional formula.
 I wrote this a few nights ago when I was drunk and in a very dark place. 
Instead of rewriting the ending to fit the flow of the poem, I figured it felt 
better just to have that weird ****ing thing at the end happen. So there you go.

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Her Dream

Her Dream
Poor little blond Nazi mermaid gal. So pretty. So unhappy. Captured by Soviet forces. Due to be experimented on. Turned into a weapon. Escapes captivity. Jumped her cage. On the window ledge looking down. Many floors up. Moves about, anxious. Soviet guard sees swastika tattoos back of her hands. Give up! Never! Wants to be free. Fed up of tyranny. Nazi and Soviet the same. She jumps! Powerful tail sending her into space. Hitting opposite wall, rebounding off. Striking the ground, dead. Finally free. Pretty Nazi mermaid no longer a prisoner or experiment.

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Lost Paths

Sometimes you have
to lose yourself in
order to find

Lost Paths

I know this place,
yet i feel so lost,
I know these people,
but they're
There's plenty of
life, but its
Everything's fine,
but feel danger. 

The air smells so
sweet, but tastes so
Its clean here, but
full of litter.
 I see fine, i feel
I'm looking for
something, but what
do i find?

How long have i been
Lost in this deep
puddle of fear
fear that follows,
stays close near
i must get away from
its gaze so leer

This abyss of
darkness has opened
my eyes
I must leave here
before i get
consumed by these

Finally i am able to
contemplate what it
is i seek
this world is too
perfect, it's
Tis its perfection
that makes it bleak.

I have been engulfed
by the flames of
Entrapped, in the
fallen angel's bosom
I must isolate
myself from this
infinite chasm
Rather i be a loner
than a mourner.

I know this place,
yet i feel so lost
I must take whats
mine and leave fast.
I run, run to lose
myself, run with my
only possession, my
i run to find my
self, find a new
place, a new start.

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Death Row

Ten years I’m sitting here upon Death Row, 
All appeals done they say I gotta go.
I didn't mean to do what happened on that day. 
My mind was altered in a weird kind of way.

I can deal with the truth and deal with the pain, 
But I can’t even remember was there sun or rain. 
It was like a movie upon the big screen, 
Man with a gun didn't want to be mean…
Gimmie some money I gotta get my fix,
Maybe even later join in some tricks… 
Wait, hey, what is that you’re putting in your hand?
I’m pulling the trigger, music from a band…

Ten years I’m sitting here upon Death Row, 
All appeals done they say I gotta go.
I didn't mean to do what happened on that day. 
My mind was altered in a weird kind of way.

I’m out working hard each day, 
Needs for my family met in every way…
I’m bringing home my love and my trust, 
Then I’m catching you engaged in lust…
Ripping apart the two of you, my rage so fueled by pain…
He was my best friend but will never be again…
I see your life has left you as I drop you on the floor; 
I turn to find my friend he was gone out the door…

Ten years I’m sitting here upon Death Row, 
All appeals done they say I gotta go.
I didn't mean to do what happened on that day. 
My mind was altered in a weird kind of way.

Mah boys ‘n me bounced and a rollin’, 
Tracking em down for what they stolen…
We got ‘em pinned down, by the store front…
Mah boys ‘n me are smoking a blunt…
Copper and lead like rain fallin’ fast… 
Wind blowin’ sideways blood won’t last… 
Tires are squealing speedin’ away… 
Only to get caught another day…


Ten years I’m sitting here upon Death Row, 
All appeals done they say I gotta go.
I didn't mean to do what happened on that day. 
My mind was altered in a weird kind of way.

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The Men's Room

Today I used the men's room. The light was dim and flickering. My mind wondered a bit, then stopped. I remember the flickering light of a prison cell. I was locked in the basement, you know...the hole. This wasn't like the S.H.U. unit, like you see on reality t.v.. This was like the hell hole you see in fiction movies...ironic. I don't think I even had a matress. Just a cold slab of metal, in a psychotic looking cement cell. No blanket, just tiny, circular wholes in a steel door forced me to strain my vision. I could barely make out images behind the opaque, frosted window across the hall. An insane, younger man, in the next cell over yelled, screamed and spat on his only visitor...the psychiatrist. Twenty-three hours and forty-five minutes a day locked in a cement cell with a flickering light. They let me out fifteen minutes a day to walk and/or use the phone. There were maybe five cells on the tier (the hallway). I passed by all five and was handled a reciever through steel bars. How did I do this to myself? How did I make decisions wrong enough to put me in this position. I was there only a week, then transported to segregation.  Seg...this was where they sent you for causing infractions during your time within the prison. I was put in a cell with an asian gang member. The guy looked like a felon.  All tatted up, his face, his arms. One of the nicest guys I met during my time there...also very ironic. He taught me how to "fish" with string torn from a matress or socks. We pulled in food, cigaretts,  all types of things we weren't supposed to have. This might sound entertaining, like I was having fun, but it was the exact opposite. I was bipolar and didn't know. I was getting arrested on a regular basis until eventually I stood in front of a superior court judge who offered my attorney my first plea...twenty years in a state penitentiary.  By the mercy and grace of God I didn't do the twenty years. I actually did very little time, because it was my first adult offense. I was detained in some way for a total of nineteen months. This was my first major incident. I got out, went back, got out, went back. Finally, I was diagnosed as bipolar and prescribed medication.  Unfortunately,  I was so used to acting crazy that it took a while for the meds to level me out. In all honesty, sometimes I say crazy shit, but I never want to see that fickering light again. 

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Freedom was always calling - A Poet's Prison Memoir

Throughout the years of bars and fences, several things kept me from falling
My Faith in God, My Mom, My Writing...and, that Freedom Was Always Calling
The nightmare started in "93", shipped off to do a second bid
I knew my mother was hurting deeply from all of the pain her silence hid
Downstate was another dagger, the lonely days, the nights, the "Draft"
In times of peace the seagulls shrieking...and, I could have sworn at me they laughed
Then came Green Haven/the pain continued; those forty months in just a cell
Abundant vermin, to live determined...where most Co's were scarred as well
College courses would keep me focused, mixing with others who sought degrees
To be well rounded my reading varied from Og Mandino to Sophocles 
All was good, then times grew darker, by "95" my health had waned
Some forsook me while others wondered how my Trust in God remained
On bended knees I prayed this daily..."Not my will be done, but thine"
Then I was showed One set of "Footprints" which I knew could not be mine
Deliverance came, yes things got better; I thought my sorrows were finally gone
Until I left to live in Fishkill, which in truth was Matteawan 
Intellectually I was their equal, they had no choice, but to grin and bear it
For, I knew their books, their words, their history...and many things deemed esoteric
Bogus tickets, the box, harassment, they thought I'd fold from all the stress
Still, what would I be if I didn't suffer?...a spineless man who acquiesced 
People have asked me how I survived it, a prison life sometimes appalling
I inhaled deeply, and finally told them...That Freedom Was Always Calling

Freedom Was Always Calling by Poetiq1der aka Don Simmons

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I am living just opposite to you, closer
So, you are rosy, I am dark
When you sleep we work awaken 
So we are in the bed when you go to jobs

I am living just opposite to you, dear
Reversed of the earth, next door house
That you say good night
I heard good day

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To Jackie - Upon Lying

Hark! These four stone walls of Mamertine quell
My caged heart's protest; its sullen lament,
That one should take another's life in hand;
Raise their one dream before their very eyes
And crush it in an ironclad, clenched fist.
And for what cause? Unmerited Justice?
Gratuitous equity from envy?
Hark! Though I have not dealt you those blows
You assert; I make wounds, to you obscure.
For I could write a thousand times, bitter;
One's ineffectual stance on knowledge; 
One's impotence in the skill of the tongue
To lash one's mind those thirty-nine lashes.
With each tap of that gavel I spite you; 
Insolent, Dishonest, and treacherous.
I stand you before the world, unbeknownst,
Guilty of vile sins; a friendship defiled. 
I strike your ego and your character; 
Assault your visage with an honest word;
Cause scars you cannot see but cannot hide.
And when that day of judgement dawns for you;
The world will laugh at your deficient stride.

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I’m from Lift Valley
Deep in an over and done Ethiopian city
I come to lead you
How can you forget the architect of Egyptian pyramid?
Unless you are not part of this creation

The jungle raises me up
The only playground I master to play
While at the same time I became a pro hunter
Learning jungle survival vital lessons
But I'm not scared yet
Is in you, I value my jungle

And my central land of great lakes

is also available in my new poetry book

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I reached out for the songs
you gave the sons of men
They said it heresy
and wouldn’t let me in
They were the raging valiant men of old
and no such women were I have been told
They filled the world
with their deeds and desire
And the women were decoration
for their hearth and fire
The curse of domination and pain
And how I rail against this refrain
how am I less to receive heavens song
not allowed to dance among the throng
Why should my countenance be cast down
and upon my heresy you frown
Can a woman walk with God
walk the path the ancients trod
Live a life that people laud

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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she defeated death

She Defeated Death
She should have left the city when the chance was there.                                                                                         
Before the Nazis came, closing the noose.                                                                                                        
She has so many regrets, except on her actions.                                                                                                     
Now she's at the wall, the reasons crystal clear to her.                                                                                                            
Some things are priceless, unique.                                                                                     
Like you my dear, now against the wall.                                                                                            
Your dark brown locks hang by your shoulders,                                                                                       
your pretty eyes scan the heavens, still defiant.                                                                                                                        
Your lovely beautiful face stern.                                                                                                     
With death bearing down upon you, victory is yours.                                                                           
Crack go the rifles.                                                                                                                   
Your murder witnessed by the shot down RAF airman.                                                                                                                                                                                                           
You, the heroine, when the others were silent.                                                                            
Imagine your legacy and what you stand for fifty years from now.                                                                              
That matters.                                                                                                                        
Though I don't know your name, I remember you and what you died for.
(dedicated to an unnamed woman that a shot down RAF airman saw executed by the Nazis)

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Every year, sans celebratory birthday hat She acknowledges the years past. She sees her family on the other side of the grated glass. And waves at them with manacled wrists.

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Blinded by black

Could you be surrounded by a million faces,
Yet see nothing, just masses and beams?
Watch them laugh, smile and be, from the shadows.
While you cringe with envy.

Tracing their every move.
The curve of their lips in glee.
The shadows cast in the depths of amber,black,brown,grey and green.
Such reckless emotion, so easily revealed.

It calls to you, mockingly.
Unaffected, not tempted, you walk away.
The warmth of words and hearty gleams
Could call for an eternity but it wouldn't mean a thing, not to you.
Not to a heart made of steel.

As the seasons pass,
The White, orange and yellow scream
That hardly ever matters to someone who can see only black.
Living the monochrome dream. 

Should you walk a path, as a lonely being.
A lovely flower laced road
With rose beds and lily baths, splashes of colour and purity.
All crumbling as you breathe.

For nothing remains in the beauty of a flower once it rots, dies and no longer breathes.
Like a body stripped of it's soul
Wandering, with no purpose
Forever, only watching, never to touch or to feel.

I once was full of colour
Full of life, colour and free
But my mind stole that away
And left me to watch it float by like a dream.

Finally dying, finally free.
As a parting gift would you give me what I need?
Would you trade places with me?
So finally, I could feel.

Amanda Miller

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Our souls dampen
with torture
And hopes dash in a
Like northern
Crushed by a hundred
thousand cattle.
Our hearts beat in
fear louder than a
Louder than the
fierce noise of an
enraged mob -
Our flower has been
plucked before
With our
maiden-blood running
Streaming deep into
the merciless earth
Our paths are
slippery with the
oil of confusion
The heart of our
mothers are sore
Like backs of the
herds man's flock
Beaten severally by
the narcissistic rod
We, who have been
cuddled in the cold
Now face the fierce
wrath of these
We who still suckle
on our mothers'
Have been
sequester'd and
flung far in the
The echo has
subsided far beyond
the continents
The revolt has
mingled with the
wind and vanished
The unfought battle
has been won, none
We have been
abandoned to our
The tabloids have
forsaken our plea
The maddened
competition stole
the day
With men all over
glued to the noisy
And children
"hooraying" away
But our mothers
truly can never
forget us
The breast we have
suckled cry for our
We bleed, we cry, we
mourn, we appeal,
Please, please,
Bring Back Our

E. R. Chesterfield

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Alcatraz Penitentiary is located in California in San Francisco.
It became a Federal Penitentiary about eighty years ago.
Alcatraz was the prison where Al Capone was sent.
He wasn't happy about the place where he went.
Alcatraz had four wardens, they were James Johnston, Edwin Swope, Paul Madigan and Olin Blackwell.
Machine Gun Kelly, Mickey Cohen, Robert F. Stroud and many other criminals were sent to this jail.
Alcatraz is located on an island and was believed to be escape proof.
But in 1962, three men may have shown us that that wasn't the truth.
They escaped but were presumed dead but it's possible that they survived.
Their bodies were never found, nobody knows for sure if they're still alive.
Alcatraz closed in 1963 because of high maintenance costs and a poor reputation.
This wasn't a good prison to be sent to, believe me that's no exaggeration.

(This is a true story)

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I will not kill those two

I will not kill the two men who raped you.
What you're asking is something I can't do.
I know that you've been through a terrifying ordeal.
But I won't murder those men for you, I will not kill.
You want me to kill them now that they're out on bail.
The District Attorney has a good case, they will go to jail.
I can understand why you want revenge but murder is going too far.
I won't commit murder because that would make me become even worse than they are.
The Police found enough DNA evidence to put them away, for them there is no escape.
Those two animals will rot in prison for the next twenty-five years for committing rape.

(This is a fictional poem)

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Scratches On The Wall

I contemplate often,
How everyone seems to be going a little mad.
But then I think: It's not possible for everything to be crazy,
So perhaps it's just me.

Sometimes I hear things they don't hear.
They say it's not normal.
But surely the voices inside my head
Are asking me to listen.

You lose track of the days here,
Whether it's morning or night,
Just a lonely red dot in the corner, blinking,
Monitoring, observing, intruding.

I wish the walls were more colourful 
So I could feel a little less like a corpse in a white coffin.
It's suffocating. 

I count (but what for? I don't even know when the days start and end) down with marks on the wall,
In one of the corners. 

There are a lot of lines.

Maybe one day they'll let me out and the voices will stop. 
Until then, maybe I'll ponder a little more about whether or not I'm just a little crazy.

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Damn shame

                          It's a damn shame they say honor thy parents

                                                But I had none

                                     They shot my only love grandma

                                                   In a drive-by

                                               Now I'm all alone

                                        What a shame bout my pops
                                              Rolling Stone he was

                                             sucka was never home

                                             Even in heart and soul

                                              What a damn shame 
                                            Wanna talk about Shame

                                           How about my sista Trisha

                                                   A junkie a ho

                                         Was found two years before

                                     sprawled on some basement floor

                                            What a shame what a life

                                       God Oh God I want to blame you

                                             Lord I want to cuss you

                                        I want to ask why why why me

                                            But can only blame myself

                                              As I sit here in the joint

                                    Staring at these walls and my thoughts

                                                 Doing twenty to life

                                         have no pity my little brotha man 

                                            You see you have but one life ..

                                                      One damn life

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Just Going Through

You are not in prison;
You are just going through.
You are waiting on God,
To deliver you.

He hears your cry,
He hears your call.
He was right there with you,
When you made the fall.

He never left you,
Nor did He turn His back.
He was right there;
When you fell through the crack.

The system messed up,
But God never failed.
He will comfort you;
While you are going through jail.

You must trust in Him,
And Him alone.
Just praise His name;
"Till out of prison you are gone.

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Letter To My Brother

My Bro
I hurt for you.
I think of you often.
Locked away behind prison bars,
This is not your fate, it's not who you are!
I hope to see you someday soon
I cherish your letters
I misserz you
My Bro

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The Glory and the Pit

God is in His glorious home
where no impurity or sin can dwell
that's where the redeemed shall enter
the wonders no human voice can tell

There they shall worship God alone
focused solely on Jesus God's own son
where angels without number sing praises
to the triune God three in one

The place of that horrible pit
where satin and his demons will be
there all Christ rejecters go
never again will be set free

The never ending fire will be ablaze
nothing can stop it's terrible pain
eternity describes it's force and time
hell's permanence marks it's stain

So where will it be for you?
as Jesus arms are stretched open
pleading for your heavenly entry
to run from hell and its gruesome den

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To Poe

He stole my precious and betrothed
to have and claim as his own mate,
and now I plot, my dark soul clothed
with blackened rage and clouded fate.

The flames that burn within me lead
toward an every fiery gate.
Dark, evil thoughts have cast their seed
on embers, my soul burns with hate.

My feral eyes now cast their gaze
upon my foe, who nears his gate.
I skulk amid a trellised maze,
anxious to make him lie prostrate.

Each footfall now, he nears my lair
and swift my blade strikes true its mark.
He gasps and stumbles, falling where
his life ebbs in the breathless dark.

Too curious to run or hide
I stand and watch his life abate.
'Twas then that guilt spoke in my ear,
"Now know yourself a demon's mate."

A dark, cold cell is where I bide,
wrapped in a prisoner's striped cape.
I'm filled with dread, I long to hide.
My soul knows there is no escape.

The hangman's gallows have been built.
Soon, one short walk up steps I'll take,
to feel the rope's rough knotted quilt,
and drop to death with one quick shake.

To Poe

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Your Key Judgement

I hang my head
As freezing cold insults are projected onto skin worn out by scars
How could you have ever thought you want me?
I'm locked in my own body 
Like my joints are only accessible by skeleton key 
Arms over my face liked a shield
Who could smile in this kind of cage?
I didn't even feel like I was in my own skin
It's slip stitched
Doubled with iron thread 
No one is getting in
I love you
But you don't love me
You're getting too close and I think it's time for you to leave

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Sinner's Exile

you seek retribution but you leave with no courage inside
you’re looking to fill the hole in you, but you love having an empty mind
you say you can see now but in reality you are horribly blind
you think you know who has a heart so cold its mine
you hold on to all you have when all you have is a wicked mind
ask me to show you how to change but I cannot help to change a soul that’s dead and confined
you wear that mask just to hide 
just to hide all the hatred you hold inside
how can you see with eyes sewn shut and no light to see is in sight 
you confide in ignorance, you’re asinine actions defile
in misery pain knows no boundaries and love is constricted all the while
hide in that god forsaken wasteland you call hallowed ground
come into me and be true to your wicked mind now you’re mine and I am your sweet cyanide
for the rest of time you will sit on the throne in a self inflicted perdition 
you can call it sinners exile

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Rapunzel let down her lucious hair,
Fragrant, fine, and fair.
She did not dare to let it fall into great disrepair.

Day upon day and week after week
Combing herself weak;
Her hair wore out her energy, making her neck creak.

As her captor commanded her to
Let it continue
To grow to envious lengths, she became ever more blue.

Imprisoned, reclusive, too lonely,
She could not find joy.
Eventually she conversed with friends who could not reply.

Each evening as night fell she would spell
The name Rapunzel
In a whisper to herself, emitting a shrill cackle.

Invisible shackles bound her mind
'Til she could not find
But one beam of sunshine to which she had not become blind.

Her hair consumed her until one day;
Her master, away,
Returned to find her hung from her hair in an eerie sway.

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Our Lady of Assumptions

Turning sides of the spinning coin
guesses of mere uncertainties
Across pedestals, care to join?
Among people, intricacies?

Oh mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest among them all?
Need such a shoulder to lean on,
or grabbing people's attention?

Living in vain and insecurity
shooting blanks with accuracy
brewing on concocted conspiracy
Isn't that they call insanity?

All assumptions, are you that lost,
deep in the labyrinth of fear?
You will pay dearly of what it costs
and ending up shifting your gear.

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The Law of the Rigid

The morbid law of the rigid 
It is a principle for the principal
A belief that holds the total
The standard not for the normal
Above reproach, beyond nominal
A law for the feeble and mortal
A rule of tyranny and inflexibility
Found in a principality
Observed as a quality
Anything besides is nullity
Transgress, face penalty
Regress, become nonentity  
Redress, labeled mediocrity 
Resolute, named superiority
Meek, called inferiority
Compromise, cast as frailty
Opinions equated to profanity
Fairness shunned as evil and vanity 

Rationale is called disdain 
Don’t drift, remain
Don’t shift, sustain
Don’t twist, maintain
Don’t lift, retain
That’s the law for the deprived 
The morbid law of the rigid

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Inside Those Walls

One by one they file in
Socks and flip flops on their feet
Some look down. Stare at the floor
But some look up, your gaze they'll meet

Most shake your hand as they walk by
Each one is dressed up in their greens
They sit and listen to the Truth of the Word
Some join in as each of us sings

There is a story on every face
Although not so easily read
Sometimes you see tears, heartache and pain
They've all been places I've never been

Sometimes I get lost in their faces
And wonder what all they've been through
Do they know there is hope beyond these walls?
Do they know that Jesus loves them too?

He loves you, sir. He loves you
No matter what you're in here for
He loves you, sir. He loves you
He stands as the open door

He's the open door of freedom
From past mistakes and sin
He wants to give you hope and a future
If you'll just only let Him in

I am no better than you, sir
I've messed up...I was a sinner too
But Jesus wants to take our broken hearts
Piece them together and make them new

He will meet you in your prison cell
Just reach out and call His name
Because you, my friend, are a treasure
And its for you He took the blame

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The Reckoning

Bound and gagged, the prisoner 
Struggles in bloodied chains. 
Within his forsaken cell, 
Shame pours like sweat
And drips at a maddening pace, 
The deluge drowning him for atonement.

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Hand stitched

Those bars before you could've been hand stitched.  
You sowed that.
The unfortunate truth but that truth doesn't own you. 
 I force my love, squeeze it in between the inches of space.  
Don't worry just stand back and will fit.  
I didn't come in with it but here it appears oozing through my fingers.
You are not what you did or didn't do. 
You are whoever you've grown into right this moment. 

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Always in my head
At times there is darkness
A brief relief
From the constant hurt
I feel lost and afraid
Whats happening to me
Why am I tormented
Hated so?