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I let the sun beat upon my face
As stars to fulfill my dreams

I look to the skies to see where I have been
Time to clear the slate, to begin the day

Off into this human race, where I must live
Trying to create a new space, soon will be revealed

To live this life of craziness, weakens in my knees
This is a ****** up place, this world we live in

As life crumbles beneath my feet
I have no real place to go

Do I run or do I sleep, is this really me
This thing called the human race

To face this world that I must see

She would judged me, by my footprints I left in the mud
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She would only look at me, through a pain of glass
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She would never touche me, she thinks i'm cold
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She would never listen to me, only to others
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She would only talk to me, with her tears
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She may have loved me, if she knew me
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She never knew, the hurt in me

The sounds of  the innocent.
Can only come from a child.

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

We put out principles in a antique box
Yet we put our feelings in Pandora's box

We brush our problems under the rug
Yet we keep our skeletons under our bed

We carry our baggage with emotions inside
We hide those feelings of wanting to die

We keep our dreams locked in our mind
Yet we talk of things and look for signs

Is there a key to this mystery
Or is it something we don't want to be

We put our principles in a antique box
Yet we put our feelings in Pandora’s box  

We brush our problems under the rug
Yet we keep our skeletons under the bed

We all carry baggage with emotions inside
Yet hide those feelings of wanting to die

We keep our dreams locked in our minds
Yet we talk of things and look for signs

Is their a key to this mystery
Or is it something we just don’t want to be

why did you say you love me
then say i was in your way

why did you hurt me
and then walk away

why did i hear
you loved many others

why did you tell me
that i was your first and only lover

why do i see
a trail of broken heart's

how could you be
so cruel to me

Profound:
Do you understand what it means to be profound. Profound is nothing that comes from a book learning. If you are to be profound, it comes at a early age and leads to insight.

Insight:
The ability to look into something. Having it figured out before you start it.
Ongoing problem solving. The ability to see your near future and wanting to gain knowledge

Knowledge:
To gain and understand right from wrong. To know what it is to gain intelligence, correct decision making. This can lead to visions.

Visions:
To understand what it takes to get to where you want to go. To set your projection on life. How to gather intelligence.

Intelligence:
Research and the gathering of information to get you what you want out of life. A way to conquer your fears and questions about life. This will lead you to realistic goal and dreams.

Goals and Dreams:
Set your goals and dreams. One goal and one dream. You hit your goal and then your dream becomes your next goal, Then set your next dream. Before you know you will be on your way to the top of the life's learning chain. That's were wisdom comes in.

Wisdom:
I won't explain it, you can go to he Webster's dictionary and read the definition 1 for wisdom. It reads: see Bible

They are  other meanings these days and that is because people in today's society are losing their values and don't want to credit GOD for wisdom

In the lingering fog,
the devil draws near...

With the sounds of the night,
we learn our fears...

From the moment I feel,
the cut of a knife...

As my blood is then spilled,
a coldness comes into my life...

My time draws near,
I can now see the light...

What was once my life,
has been taking by the knife..

As I grasp my last breath,
before I can die....

The life of evil,
has taken my life...

As i keep my eye's open....
I watch society change....

Is it to the better,
or is it to the worst....

The flip side of life,
is such a drastic change....

As one dies,
one will be born...

As one cries,
one will smile....

As one hurts,
one is happy....

As one is in pain,
one is in joy....

As two marry,
two will separate.....

To the real....
To the posers...

To the rich...
To the poor....

To the healthy...
To the sick....

To the friendly....
To the lonely....

To the family....
To the homeless....

Everyone, I mean everyone,
has one thing in common...

Just look up and talk to the man....

He will never leave you....
He will never forsake you...
He will never judge you...

He will only forgive you,
and love you......

I sometimes feel so lost,
only to realize I have no place to go...

Can the past present itself,
in the future....

Or could the future,
be a glimpse of out past...

What is the moment.....
Is it a snapshot of time...

Something that's always there....
Yet always goes away....

You can never catch
or hold on to it....
Its gone once you do it....

How do we enjoy the moment,
once the moment is gone...

The moment changes,
with every tick of the clock....

Yet what does a clock,
have to do with time...

It's the sun and the moon,
that tells us what to do.....

as we close this chapter of yesterday
to start the new chapter of today
times of the moment have now slipped away


with the sights of new faces
and the sights of new places

the new things we learn
the things that drive us

the memories of the past, go by so fast
our brief memories, from our past history

the thing that we cast. are the things that last
the things we forget are the things that we miss

what the future has in store, is something I don’t know
we can only dream and take it slow

slow for the moment, the moment of time
as life goes by , one second at a time

Who's this monkey, I've heard he's there.
I've always heard, pain beware.

I hear people love him, I know he there.
Where's this monkey, pain beware.

He's easily found, he's everywhere.
Find that needle, he's always there.

You may not think, what you do.
The monkey smiles, every time you use.

Do it again, you'll make him happy.
Do it some more, he'll then be yours.

Now that you've met him, he was easily found.
He never wants to see you without a frown.

I told you you'll love him, he'll be your best friend.
You'll never lose him, he's there to the end.

Now that you love him, will you do it again.
Now that you know him, will you use again.

Like a fallen star,
our life has come far...

Like a rainbow in the night,
somethings are out of sight....

As water will always fall,
we should always stand tall..

As the heat is on me,
I will always find my plea...

As i look for my dream,
I only want to scream....

So as i flee in the night,
the next day i will make right..

this is the youngest
you'll ever be
this is your time

The poppie plant blooms to the most beautiful flowers. It is called the Flower of Joy, the colors, the tranquility and how they can absorb you is one of a kind. And when they cut the bulb before it blooms, it bleeds *****.

In the Wizard of OZ, the field to the castle of OZ, was a Poppie field. Where, Dorothy, The Tin Man, The Cowardly Lion, The Scarecrow and Toto, caught a nap.

Alexander the Great used this flower to conquer the world. He gave it to his army to quite the hurting and to help and motivate the fighters from the pain of fighting.

Great Briton used it to control and suppress China and to make money to grow their kingdom.

It was then turned into Morphine and ****** in the late 1800's, legalized and taxed. It came in many forms of elixirs and then turned into big business. It could actually be purchased out of a Sears and Roebuck Catalog, where you could purchase it and get it in the mail. They could get their daily usage along with a syringe for a mere $1.95.

It was one thing of a few things that brought ****** to his knees when they cut the ***** supply to Germany. That stop his drug making for his soldiers that left them useless. His scientist then he invented methadone but it was to late.

In Afghanistan where the majority of ***** is produce, our army has only cut down a few of the poppie fields, only to know it will make it's way to the US. What could be their reason and motivation. Is it to help each economy though blood money.  

In today's world it is controlled by War Lord in the east, the south, and the orient, shipped to many different countries  in many unusually ways. Yet some of it to be purchased by large pharmaceutical companies.  

This innocent beautiful flower, that brings only joy to the eyes has been misused by man since 3400BC believe it or not. The death that it has left behind is uncapable of being calculated.

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                    ////  this is the springtime of my loving   /////  
                  ////////// the second season I am to know/////
                /////////////!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /////
                !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!            
               !!!!!!!! you are the sunlight in my growing !  
               !!!!!!!!    so little warmth I've felt before       !!!
               !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!
               \\   it isn't hard to feel me glowing       \
                   \  i watched the fire that grew so low    \\
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                        \   it is the summer of my smiles         !!!!!!!!
                          !!! flee from me Keepers of the Gloom  !!!!!!!!
                          !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
                          !!! ­ speak to me only with your eyes    !!!!!!!!
                          ///       It is to you I give this tune        //////
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                     ///            ain't so hard to recognize      /////  
                     !!!       these things are clear to all from !!!!!
                      \\\\   time to time    ////////////////
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                           \  i've felt the coldness of my winter
                             !  i never thought it would ever go
                               !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
         ­                    i cursed the gloom that set upon us
                               \  but I know that I love you so /
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                                   these are the seasons of emotion
                                and like the winds they rise and fall
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                              ­        this is the wonder of devotion
                                    i see the torch we all must hold
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                                   this is the mystery of the quotient
                                    upon us all a little rain must fall
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                                  ­                RAIN
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This is the springtime of my loving,
the second season I am to know

You are the sunlight in my growing,
so little warmth I've felt before

It isn't hard to feel me glowing,
I watched the fire that grew so low

It is the summer of my smiles,
flee from me Keepers of the Gloom

Speak to me only with your eyes,
It is to you I give this tune

Ain't so hard to recognize,
These things that are clear from time to time.

I've felt the coldness of my winter,
I never thought it would ever go

I cursed the gloom that set upon us,.
but I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion,
and like the winds they rise and fall

This is the wonder of devotion,
I see the torch we all must hold

This is the mystery of the quotient,
upon us all a little rain must fall

The seasoned river has so many effects
The river changes so often just like me

At times so difficult to cross, at times very shallow
At times so murky, at times very clean

Direction changes and eats away at the bank
One interferes and upsets it's path

At times it's very high, at times it's very low
At time it has much life, at times it has none

This river is a delicate one with feelings
It likes to see people happy

Sometimes it is angered
Sometime it lashes out and hurts others

This river reminds me of me
As my life evolves wanting to be free

These arms have held many relationships.
As my arms are scared from many.

As I look at my tracks,
they bring back memories.

A life of addiction and the love I had for it.
They knew no other only lonely and sad.

These arms did hold, real love many times.
As well as the heart aches,
which were my suffering times

These arms have built many walls.
That would let no one in.

These arms held many unfortunate lovers
and I broke many hearts
As mine was once done

Theses arms held beauty and joy,
from the love of others.
My family, my friends
the homeless and the sick

These arms have held death
Of people that I love
Of people that cared

These arms are now held high
High to god I now know
Reaching for a new life

A life of love and
a life of challenges

half my life i was stuck in the middle
now these in my face are getting clearer
the past is gone

isn't that the way we have to pay our dues

easy come, easy go
dusk till dawn
anyway the wind blows

nobody knows when it comes
and where it goes

half my life i was stuck with fools and angels
living for laughter, living for tears

please good lord, take me away from here

For reasons of the unknown,
what is it about the snakes charm...

Could it be the hypmatising eyes,
that makes one feel paralized...

Could it be the hissing sounds,
that sometimes numbs the mind....

Could it be the site of it's fangs,
that keeps you near...

Could it be the bite of might,
which now the venom flows...

Your time could be near,
as you get feelings of fear...

The snake has now charmed you,
so what do u do...

Let the feelings hurt you,
because your time is due...

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools," said I, "You do not know –
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said,
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.

Mind strong, Body strong
Try to find equilibrium
Head straight, ******* on
Been ******* up for too long

I don't want to lean on the waves
I watch the storm evaporate
I think of you in starry skies
I keep you so alive

It's all in your face
I see you break
It's like the sound of winter
The bleeding love, the silent escape
You've got to hang on to yourself
It's like the sound of winter

Medusa smiles, Judas lips
Open arms and finger tips
Love bites and Recompense
I'll be with you until the end

Lets walk through the fire together
Disappear in the golden sands

It's like the sound of winter
Hang on to yourself

Excitement in life,
is a driving factor.

Does chasing the excitement,
die after the catch.

The thrill usually dies,
after the catch.

The catch and throw back,
is something to be expected.

Sometimes the grass is greener,
sometimes it's not.

How does one figure it out?

Easy,
only you know what you want.

Expect change!!!!

Expect different!!!!

Expect curiosity!!!!

The unknowing????

So what is your thrill????

By far, I am not a poet
I was bored in prison
So I wrote about my life
About the people around me
In Florida you are guilty before proven innocent

I feel that poetry must come from your heart
You shouldn’t think about what you write
It should just flow to the paper
If it makes you feel better about yourself
That’s what counts

The intellectual words
The *******
The forming
Mean nothing
Unless your writing a book

I do have a few books that will be published
Called RAW POETRY

Go with your heart I say again
Go with your life
It’s about you and no other
We can only try to help others through our writings

Love you all
Kitos  to everyone

Kitos means good job and god be with you

The toung is like a rudder on a ship
Yet so small, but powerfull.

Just the smallest change in direction
Could take miles of your life to recover.

Something so small can change the direction of your life.

It can also causes, harm, sorrow and destruction.

But it can also get you were you want to be.

It can take you to great places
But yet, could get you lost.

If you have to, sometimes, bite it.