37 years I've been held captive by her.
My sweet of a saviour.
Seized,etched in my weary worn crib,
Both prisoner's
Where strange hands hold the key.
Her family appendages reach out to mine
In a tormented, mechanical embrace.
To be a fly, that loves a day. An hour.
The tired worn threads hold secrets, seen things.
Seen little.
For a brief moment the fly paused in its flight.
the prisoner is restless.
he is aware of noises.
he hears imaginary footsteps.
he imagines eyes that watch over him in the darkness.
in his mind he makes plans for escape.
escape strategies.
he calculates the hours, studies the minutes.
filled with courage and cowardice.
he does not see that it is already morning.
he doesn't realize that the bars don't exist.
he doesn't feel the wind on his face.
he does not hear the silence of the desert.
freedom sometimes tastes like nothing.
It's over, my nightmare has finished,
I no longer feel any pain.
Now I can tell my story in your dreams,
Tell it again and again.
You see, the kid next door had a gun fired,
Fired through his small tender head.
It woke me so I went over to help,
But he was sprayed all over his bed.
Then the judge, the jury, the town, the people,
All pointed their finger at me.
And I was locked behind bars awaiting my fate,
Of hearing the gas machine key.
And while I waited I was raped every day,
And beaten and broken on a whim.
I had no safety for the health of myself,
When they snapped each innocent limb.
And each night in that jail the boy spoke in my dreams,
Detailing what had been done.
That the last thing he saw was the judge in his room,
The judge holding a big shiny gun.
Oregon Inmate VS Nike
Nike’s been sued for its Air Jordan sneaks
I’m thinking the lawsuit’s a little bit weak
It’s by a young pimp caught beating a “john”
By stomping and kicking him on and on, on
He said that the “john” had skipped out on a client
And he was teaching the “john” how to be more compliant
He was charged with the use of a dangerous weapon
The shoes he was wearing when he did the stepin’
He’s claiming that Nike is partially to blame
For they made the “weapon” that he used to maim
He said there’s no warning on the box or the shoe
That say’s it’s a dangerous weapon – Who knew!
Having soaked up two eyes in tears,
one year said in a crying tone,
"Dear,
Adieu! the bell of my departure has rung."
Listening to her moaning, the inmate of the house
Broods over the day when he will also go away like her.
Smearing kajal in eyes, drawing colourful design
on forehead and lips, holding ornaments and expensive sharee
on body, the new year coming hastily knocks the door.
When the inmate opens the door, the new year
showing exceeding joy and raising stormy smile on face
asks, "Dear,
May I come in? "
The inmate, having looked at her, thinks,
this smile of her will disappear if the time expires.
how can it be?
how can you suddenly
be so far away from me?
you cant come with me
so I will have to miss you so very badly..
the food trips
the late night talks
your laugh everytime i tripped over something..
your 'your-so-dumb' look eveytime I talk like im out of this world
and Icould not thank you enough for that
I do not want to feel sad..
Out there, i'll be looking forward
to be home again.
so don't be sad too..
Just think of the day
when I was just sitting here
I am not really gone..
i haven’t left ur side at all,
not even for a short while..
I apologize I cannot see you on your big day..
but on the next 'big day' I promise I'll be there..
so dont think this is parting..
for this is not..
Just think I'll be away for a short vacation
a trip for a better start..
I will miss you my inmate..
but who knows?
Who knows indeed?
maybe I haven’t really left
maybe the friendship Ive always kept
has woven a golden thread
a thread that shall remain
forever
and we’ll never ever need
to say goodbye..
I see the majestic, blue sky enveloping
the barren earth ;
like a thick, blue blanket of flannel ,
shrouding a quivering baby.
I smell the silent fragrance of rainbow
colored flowers all around ;
as if a valley full of roses, and tulips,
and petunias has come to life.
I hear the incessant gibberish of blithe
children playing,
as if they are nonchalant to the harsh
realities that life sometimes bears.
I look around and I am left to wonder
I wonder how ; I wonder why ,
this pristine beauty is so alien to me,
this splendid world no longer belongs to me.
From inside this deep commotion ,
I can hear my heart echoing :
“ Fetter me all you can ; tie me with
the strongest chains that you have.
But you cannot chain the fresh air
that sweeps into my cell and
swamps me , irrespective of my color,
race , religion, or language.”
But , nevertheless , apprehensive
of the evanescence of this cool breeze that
somehow creeps through the narrow
bars of my cell , I devour it.
Mar 21,’05.
I saw the inmate down on his knees.
I could hear his wondering pleas;
"I'm only an inmate what can I do?
What kind of service can I give you?
I'm here in jail for the crimes I've done.
Who would listen to me, I can't think of one?
Tell me Lord Jesus, what can I give?
What can I do behind these walls where I live?"
The inmate looked up to see me there.
He said this was the answer to his prayer;
Let Me tell you My child, this is what I ask.
I want you to serve Me there and help with My task.
Read your Bible and spread the word.
Hold Bible studies so My message is heard.
Follow My teaching and do what I say.
Stand as My witness living the right way.
Be filled with compassion, kindness and love.
Continually pray to My Father above.
Serve Me in the jail, you can still do so much good.
Treat those who are there as your neighborhood.
Encourage and teach them to come to Me in prayer.
Be a reflection of the relationship we share.
Seek me in stillness, close your cell door.
Stay focused on Me so I can teach you more.
My child, I have not cast you away from My face!
I will always show you mercy and grace!
Inspired by God 12/12/2005
Always,
Do I love you.
Forever, I’ll be there.
Holding you in a tight embrace,
Everlastingly clutching you with care.
As far apart as we may be,
Our souls will stay intertwined.
As one we’ll be,
Always.