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Evil Walls

I'm locked up how is it even possible to go lock down? But like clock work or a slave in debt to a master I do. Not because I choice to, but because I have no choice. Either lock down or deal with the boot squad, which consist of twenty guards all built like they just step off of the set the hit movie 300 Rise of an Empire. This a few months back would have configured a difficult challenge for me, being I've always had authority issues, or been an issue for authority..... one or the other. Behind these evil walls the outside rules do not apply. For starters you can be who ever you want to be here, no one is going check your resume or say otherwise. I've never been in a place where approximately 80% of the population was professional MMA fighters. Not to mention we over crowded. So a population that was supposed to be 1500 was more like 2000, meaning people sleeping on floors. Yes Hundreds on a hard concrete floor. Still the here are different, so of course naturally no one cares, because to Them, Them being our keepers, we are just animals and so we are treated as such. We are told when to wake, when to sleep, when to feed. Dogs have more freedom, but its justified because we are behind theses evil walls and well the rules here are different. Here Them are Gods and we, the worthless animals, I'm sorry criminals are nothing, but mere, well Nothing. Behind these evil walls we are trained how to be worst then we are originally we are mixed in with the worst kinds of people in order to ensnare us into bonding and conspiring amongst one another only to caught once again and return to the place which in fact made us what we are at that very moment in time. But only the weak at Heart Fall for this ploy. Us who Never forgot who we were, or by some act of God somehow find ourselves behind these walls, we vow never to return, never to darken these stairwells again, but that's what probation and things like parole are for, to ensure that we do but THEM they know the ones they can break. Not me I hate these Walls. These walls are a constant reminder of everything I Hate about control and Authority. I will never return not even to visit, because every time you are there its like a relapse, the next time is so much easier.

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Surrendering Control

Surrendering control

Willful ignorance is not bliss, but a coward’s way of surrendering control.

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That Kind of Love

Kind of Love 

I need that kind of love where my friends wonder if im still alive. That kind of love that’s as fine as wine and can only be described as divine…… intervention from God because you had to be heaven sent. I want that kind of love that I used to tease my friends about being in, but I see now that although I was the one teasing that kind of love is appeasing so the joke was on me. I want that kind of love that knocks you down. Not just for a eight count but for the whole ten and ends the match not just the round. I want that kind of love where I can’t stand to be away from you a waking moment, and I know it’s corny but if my love doesn’t come like that then it’s not worth it and I don’t want it. I want that shout from the mountain top kind of love. That whenever I see your face my heart drops kind of love. I want that kind of love where I smell u when you’re not around. That can’t go a day without seeing you smile. That the thought of you is enough to pick me up when I’m down….. kind of love. I want to be so in love that I develop amnesia and the next time I run into my ex I swear on the moon and stars I don’t know who she is, because in my world there has never been anyone else but you. I want love. ……. That kind Love.

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Wisdom

With age is supposed to come wisdom, but occasionally age comes alone. so the question that lies amongst many men is what does it truly mean to be grown. Is it the cars you drive, or perhaps the bill your supposed to pay. Maybe its the overwhelming burden of certain responsibility. Or do we ever grow up? Age is just a testimony of how long we've been here not of how much we've learned. Wisdom is the declaration of what we do after we've crashed and burned. Do we get up, dust ourselves off and return to our feet. Or do stay down wallow in self pity and concede to defeat. You can never get enough wisdom, its just one of those qualities and traits that can never hurt to have, Like a person with a loving touch, a gentle stare and a way of making you laugh. Wisdom can lead you to much more then just knowledge. Its a gateway to Fame, riches, and essentially the answers to all your problems. Take note of all the wise men in our time, From Martin Luther King, who's Famous today all way back to Albert Einstein. Both wise in different ways, but even more Now then they were in there own Days. So in a sense our lives can truly never excel to height we want it to before dying. You see because out Wisdom reaching that high is like being a dope addict we'll do nothing but die trying.

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I Remember

I remember how your brown hair glistening in the sunlight, and your pretty brown eyes looked that one night. I remember how you looked at me when you didn’t like something I said, and how it felt when I lost you as a friend. I remember how the thought of you made me weaken, and my heart play hopscotch in my chest and I felt like a kid all over again. I remember. I remember how you smiled, and how u had a way of making everything about me seem beautiful even on cloudy days. I remember the first time I seen you cry, and I remember thinking I may be more hurt by your tears then what ever you were upset about. I remember thinking what if you were mine? What if I could make her as happy as she makes me feel just being her presence? I remember that you unlike any woman I’ve ever met have had a spell on me since the first time I met you so many years ago. I remember how quiet you were. How shy you were. I remember how it felt to have you close, but even more so how it felt to not. I remember how you liked to always be right. How you hated Shakira’s voice and how you told me its ironic your name means life because you feel like you don’t have one. I remember how I know you just smiled then, because even if you don’t remember saying it you know it’s something you’d say. I remember how much I know you, and still care about you so even if I try to forget you.......... I’ll always remember.

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When a Woman Says I Love You

When a woman says she loves you, take note because what she means is she trusts you. When a woman says she loves you, it’s not because it sounds cute or surprisingly because she likes the way it sounds when it rolls off her tongue. When a woman says she loves you she’s entrusting you not only with her heart but with every insecurity she has ever phantom. When a woman says she loves you must first understand that it is not rather or not you feel the same way but more so that you understand what is happening at that very moment, because although I love is a statement when a woman and I do mean a woman says I love you, it’s a series questions. She’s asking you first of all are you man enough to love her back, Take her heart and do it no harm, and if not are you man enough to be bold enough to know that even if you may not feel the same way acknowledging it and being upfront is a lot better than dragging her along for what will be a both unpleasant and heartbreaking ride because you see when a woman says she loves you, what she is asking you is are you done being a boy and ready to make that next big step, that next big commitment. When a woman says I love you she asking you are you just going to keep sampling, or are you ready to buy? Are you done renting and ready to sign this mortgage? When a woman say she loves what she really say is……. Are you ready to make this Home?