The jail house poets life is a busy one
Creativity comes from everything
The sounds, the people, the surroundings, his life

His pens and paper for which he needs
Is gathered endlessly through hidden deals
They have to be hidden from the guards and search teams
Deals are illegal in jail and straight to "the box" you go
* the box a 8' x 10' ft concrete room, let out only 30 min twice weekly, you stay there for 1 month*

His days consist of deals for the ones who hear about him
In jail the call him AKA The Professor, AKA Dr Phil, AKA The Psychiatrist
He reads books, his favorite, the dictionary and the novels, the Executioner

He writes endlessly and treasures his writing with fear of losing them Strange to some, always asking, why all the writing bro, they then read
He now has another client, the lines build and the writings are produced

Writing 5 poems a day, everyday, some days more for is clientele.
He had no worries for his following was was large and was always paid

Queen to Osiris
Gleaming Iris
Goddess’s’ power
Took all the pieces
To put her lover
Back together
Under the cover
Of Ra’s radiance
Feminine power
Birthing history
So how is her story
Stolen and forgotten
Name subverted
By sons she never gave birth to
Nations under another religion
Violence
Silencing the feminine mystique
Shrouding beauty and wisdom
Beyond black veils
Of bullets and ****** bodies
Instead of concealing their sickness
Behind the Muslim Religion
They should take another name
Like crazy murdering *******

Night sky over Paris, doesn't speak starry love tonight
intimate soul, maker of my spirit's whole,
Paris would love to hold close to it's broad heart,
didn't we elope through the Metro tunnel
of experiences,then I made you wear my coat
to protect you from winter cold, hid you
in the cozy interior of my memory well lit,
where you wait on a hope, unsuspecting
losing all sense of time.Still at Arc de Triomphe ,
I  wait for the train that never comes, I suspect
you are a prisoner, in the urban jungle of La Defense
beyond the lonely whiteness of Grande Arche
time the marauder comes in without knocking,
he must have took you away, none will know when
the tunnel of our experiences, once we knew are bare
I'll be going alone soon in a dark train to nowhere
where are you, where are you, my voice chokes and fail

It was the blankness
I thought I was losing
I was really just memorizing
Look up baby girl, you're going to grow up soon
& you grow down once you feel the falseness
I wish you wasn't so lost in the reflection of insecurities
I wish you'd see your stretch marks as progression
Baby girl, you'll eventually die in a positive way
You're so universe
I wish you'd comeover on a day my mom works late
I hope you feel more than you think when your yellow becomes blue for a few moments
I'll be green, you'll be flexing that smile
Point your gun at what you can afford
Don't let your parents beliefs affect what you can be
Political talks, that's how you intimidate
I couldn't be hoping for more with you on earth
These bridges aren't worth much to me
This wood only wants to be in you
I hope you'd let me explore inside the lips
Don't let them tell you you're not good enough
Because you always were and the past forgives and strengthens
I'd close my eyes if I knew you'll be my first vision when I open them again
I was just learning myself throughout the way
And you was just waiting for me to pass the test
We dont have to talk through screens cause my lips are smooth during the times I know I'd see you, for you

Move mind in asynchronous compulsion.
As metabolism, or squeezing expanding joyfully heart.