We used to spend hours
driving around looking at houses and
I never understood why you went to
the middle class neighborhoods
with the big homes that all looked the same and
pointed to the ones with
heavy wooden doors and thick brick walls
and all the cars in the garage and
called them your favorite
until I heard your voice crack when you said
they just look so sturdy
and I knew that
your walls were rotting and
falling down and
your foundation was cracked and
your windows were shattered and
the ceiling was starting to
cave in and
you liked the
big homes with
heavy wooden doors and thick brick walls
and all the cars in the garage because
they were
strong
when you
weren't.

I want two bottle nutella
I want three pack of skittles
I want two Pepsi
I want fried chicken with cajun seasoning
I want lasagna
Mostly i want foods

When while a day goes quietly the nigh

soft hearts may ponder a delicate noon-

time pleasure. That is the moment inside

a dream slow to respond, yet urgency

calls upon a name to satisfy sweet

melody, a caress, play, we digress.

For when might anyone ask forgiveness

upon simple words, golden, a sparkle

of intent defines passing encounters.

Each streaming ray of hope dances our brows

well toward jest’s enigmatic interlude.

-patience beckons a rare emotion served-

When then we bask in the moonlight of love

we know surely, our lives are drawn above.

A life beyond your thoughts
Prison, the old term Penitentiary

Penitentiary which means
Sacraments of penance

Which means to receive divine mercy for the sins committed against God.

Now in the law it's not much different
There is a Judge that sits high above the court, called your Honer

You are sworn and you say, the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God

Right there you asking for God help or for God to help you


Everyone states there case and you can plea to the mercy of your Honer

So actually who is closer to God.
The priest, the judge or you.

I've gotten sidetrack, prison.
Just do right in life.

Because it *****, it *****, it can hurt you
It can change your life.

For me, because of my knowledge. Everyone looked up to me.
Young, old, black, white, weak and strong.

Knowledge is the most important thing to have in prison.

My time we t by fast and I don't miss it.
But it is the reason for me being on Hello Poetry. I started writing in prison.

Yes I could tell you many stories about prison. Some are even to unbelievable for me to believe, but then again I never laughed so hard in my life.

Prison made me a much stronger person, not in strength but in morals.

I do everything I can do keep kids and teens from the life of prison.

I awoke from a nightmare to see my dream
Every word I say is not what it may seem,
A dream so breath taking but now I can't breathe
The suffocation feeling is a feeling that needs to leave,
At one point I feel so high that I can fly all the way past the big blue sky
But then something passes and it caught eye,
I turned and said who are you
They gave me a glimpse and then continued to do what they had to do,
I went to the king and said what's going on
He laughed and giggled and said that this is the place you come to when your sole is gone,
I was frozen, scared and totally shocked
Not realizing that it was all a dream from the very start.