Journey Prison Poems

O prisoner, in your cell so drear,
Your thoughts must wander, far and near.
Though your life's restricted here,
The spirit's free, and ever near.

Your situation may seem...

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Sitting in a void 
Staring at vacant walls, 
Imagining its myriad colors, 
Reminiscing about the binding brilliance in life 
  
Ah, the heart! 
Such...

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Dodge Penitentiary, what are those voices/
Dodge Penitentiary, losing my mind doing time/
Dodge Penitentiary, where the am I?/
I entered Dodge Penitentiary, hardest of the hard/
My paws...

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The Underworld 

There is a path
that leads to the bridge. 
Well, not exactly. 
It leads under it. 
Why would anyone want to go that way?...

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What good is freedom
without Our own time.
We're society's prisoners
but have committed no crime.

Life's like a journey
on a slow-moving train.
From station to station
nothing lost nothing gained.

From...

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My name is Paul Carter and I want to tell you my tragic story
About the wrong path I chose in life, that wasn't one of...

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The mind is an amazing  thing
it's a storehouse of much data
but you can control what gets in there
if it's empty you couldn't have a...

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I’m trying to be strong 
Something telling me to hold on 
Cops kill us all
While everybody phone is on 
Gaining attention to the cause 
Give...

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Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected
by Michael R. Burch

Athena takes me
sometimes by the hand

and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands

where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting

and Passion seems
like...

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The Dark

If I were a color, I think I would be pink. 
It is soft and sweet, the smell, the kindest treat. 
Perhaps not…
If I...

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THE ULTIMATE FREEDOM

Walking the life up the steep hill path,
the prying eyes glued to the sparkling rocks 
that conceals some pristine crystals of diamond,
I spend...

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50 Words for Poe: Epoché



A short stay in Hell is 
often part of the journey
required to reach Home

Sometimes one finds
oneself recidivist 
re-haunting the lava pit

It’s...

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Each new secret's a prison that isolates you, 
Both from people you love and from freedom, in fact,
Though at times or with strangers you want...

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Dedicated to a fine poet on soup, Lin Lane
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I shook hands with my brother and bade him farewell
Then set off on my journey away from...

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In the slammer all day and all night
Another day, with no sunlight
A world without nothing in sight
Sitting in a cooped up dun-geon
Where misgivings are never...

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