I will show you what the F B I have now informed officially to everybody.!
The survivors unredacted life details
Those make this writes title, is that all? You May well ask of me.? There is more to
The point i raise.' If that is the situation?
How many then are the affected
humans in real
Total.? In this botched investigation? It must be very, very many.'l? And the bureau
Confirms they are ( indeed survivours ) if
So from what? and therefore whom? You
Know I beleive there has been connivance'
That their has been procedure unfair.' A
Reluctance; to bring the law to bear' though perpetrators were reported.'
To skullduggery some officials have resorted.' Unlawfull and mal-feac-iously so
I call for redress also, now immiediatley so!)
WHAT IMPRISONMENT MEANS TO ME
Imprisonment means restrictions and prohibitions
It means mean, mean men whose luck ran out
or who never really had much in the first place.
It’s the worst place if you let it be but it could be liberating
where else are people like us gonna find people like ourselves?
You gotta delve into the depths of who you are and who you could be
And who you should be
and the why of all three.
You have the freedom to beat em at their own game not be the same as you came in when you go out
And even if you’re leavin through the
back door you have more than a chance to glance the truth that works for you.
Jail is failure beyond the pale stale bread and being fed dinner at
Four, boredom galore, four walls, one with
Bars
A part of you thinks about
Gnawing your arms off and trying
To slip through
blue feelings, wheeling
And dealing and contemplating who you remain are
far and away what it really
Means to stay here is you’re always near to peers and fears
For years
And years
Running towards
self driven passion,
I rock the boat filled
with past anchors,
and I tied them down
with beckoning ropes,
inviting dear life
to resist the restraints
placed by overbearing
mothers and fathers.
Contusions earned
by pondering along
rapid waves but
the breeze is mutual
as I welcome all
that comes my way.
No longer caught
in the nets of
imprisonment,
I set sail letting go,
without holding back,
as life is a tidal wave
carrying you across
back and forth
to destinations
unknown,
forthcoming
endlessly.
WHAT IMPRISONMENT MEANS TO ME
Imprisonment means restrictions and prohibitions
It means mean, mean men whose luck ran out
or who never really had much in the first place.
It’s the worst place if you let it be but it could be liberating
where else are people like us gonna find people like ourselves?
You gotta delve into the depths of who you are and who you could be
And who you should be
and the why of all three.
You have the freedom to beat em at their own game not be the same as you came in when you go out
And even if you’re leavin through the
back door you have more than a chance to glance the truth that works for you.
Jail is failure beyond the pale stale bread and being fed dinner at
Four, boredom galore, four walls, one with
Bars
A part of you thinks about
Gnawing your arms off and trying
To slip through
blue feelings, wheeling
And dealing and contemplating who you remain are
far and away what it really
Means to stay here is you’re always near to peers and fears
For years
And years
Prose of self imprisonment, in lieu to my self-risen-ment
Errected un-hourly to squark at my un-symmetry
And squander the squalor of dirtied mind
Cleansed to find the finest within the polluted rites
The squalor of impunitive squander hath dirtied the fishing rites
And awakened my soul at the fisherman's hour
T'wave thee 'Tally Ho!'
F'the dirtied mind enacted me, the foe
Now I, the fittest t'await and ponder
Shall await fished imprisonment and feed the sonder rays that dare awaken thee.
F'the dirtied mind has collected the tide,
To pollute mine own body.
Angola Silence (Renku)
In a silent mood
Await the pure white horses
To draw the carriage
Someday comes my turn
Laid amidst the other graves
Angola will reign
Carry a brother
Dispense final dignity
In this place of pain
Don’t think too hard.
They sting behind your eyes.
Sharp swells
from the recessing snake pit.
Faces warp, wrap, and real.
Knotted limbs
of trying tapestry.
The marriage of scale and skin.
Remember to forget.
My soul was not to keep.
A window woe.
Through eyes not mine, I see.
Take from me
what was yours already.
Prisoner.
Dark drops held in well,
Yearning for the open page,
Stories wait release.
©bfa042425
Generational Curses-
generational bloodline plagues casted as illusions of
self deceptions, which cause the inability to
use imagination to create own desires, due to
embedded trauma.
Sometimes we choose to continue and carry the
ancestral pain unknowingly to justify our inherited behaviors
learn to create what makes us happy/healthy/joyful
not reliving ancestral trauma.
Heal to imagine
heal to create
heal to free trauma.
cocaine with cocktails
free fearless fun fantasy--
life imprisonment
8th April 2019
Delilah Ventura's Contest
Freedom to nothing to something
She shared her love
He gave her his blessings
And she respected him for this
Released not Imprisoning
Escape not needed
Love he knew, she needed more
Open heart and mind he had,
Vicariously he felt her passion
Everything she shared with him.
SELF IMPRISONMENT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
There Is One Thing of Which I’m Sure
A Self Imposed Guilt Has No Cure
One Can Not Carry the Burdens of Fate
On the Shoulders of a Surviving Mate
We All Could Have Been a Better Person
Self Imposed Guilt, an Unmerited Burden
Loss of Peace, Waste of Precious Time
To Feel Guilty, When There is No Crime
crossing
threshold
stepping
beyond
closed
door
sneaked
through
the small
creak that
exists
pushed way
back inside
pushed way
back into the
room were the
memories of
the past reside
in order to unchain
the love from it's
imprisonment
The time has melted the construct of its clock
Time is now free to terrorize the unexpected
Sudden deaths and severe illnesses as a result of its vengeance
Trapped no more, time turns to no specific rhythm
Unpredictable, it is feared by those who count its existence
Today is already tomorrow, the same as last week
The Philippi rulers had Paul and Silus beaten, imprisoned and their feet clamped into the stocks.
Paul and Silas prayed and sang praises to The Lord continuously after the cell was locked.
But at midnight the prisoners bonds were unfastened when the foundation started to shake.
This happened because God caused an earthquake.
The jailer feared the rulers because he thought the prisoners had escaped and he was going to commit suicide.
But Paul told him that they were still there and the jailer saw all of the prisoners, what Paul said was verified.
The jailer asked Paul and Silas how that he could be saved and he was told.
They said to believe in Jesus and he would be saved along with his household.
The jailer cleaned Paul and Silas's wounds and then they baptized the jailer's family.
Paul and Silas were released from prison and then they were asked to leave the city.
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