These graffiti walls lead us down hallways where grown men and young are both so alike, down to the oasis, Wherein brothers are nameless,
Yet still shalt save thy life!!!

Where grown men cry
To prison lullabies
Where tears are stream of joy!!!

Approached by staff
As thou wilt feel cut in half
Yet their love thou won't avoid

How lovely are all thy souls
Thou blue wearing sharades,
I look to all the strength
As thou shalt all wake
To turn another page!!!

I'll seeith thou at the oasis
In such a holiday time like this,
Wherein handshakes are welcome
Loneliness goes unspoken
But thy brother shalt clean thine own dish!!!

Let my wings spread from some where
My heart, my body, my soul.
Just give me a sign that I can know
I can fly, sore, be free.
Unbounded and yet still shackled.
This is a new slavery.
Slavery to the self defiant need to be the same and never change.
The worse prison is that of the mind.

I lay on the floor in my room
and stare up at the ceiling fan,
I try to figure out who I am,
Who is this lost young man?

I live a life with no direction or conviction,
Only the demons of my own affliction,

My own self-loathing married my self-doubt
And let loose my darker half,
Dragging my mind into the darkness,
Imprisoning me in the mistakes of my past,

And so I don't know what to do
To escape my prison and move on,
How do I move forward
When everything I do is wrong?

Purpose has eluded me,
Confidence has fled,
My will deminishes,
My heart almost dead.

In all the ways I can imagine
In all the ways I can see
I'm lost inside the darkness
A place of nihility,

A void,
An emptiness,
A lethe within me,
My oblivion sea.

Everyone is given a set of bricks
From a young age my parents built a pedestal
with those bricks
held me high above the others around
Bricks of compliments and loving gestures
layed beneath my feet

At a certain age
I became old enough
to lift up bricks on my own
Methodically I layed them all around me
My parents now too busy
it became a job of my own

But there was just one problem
I forgot to pick up  my feet
What I had been building was no pedestal
but instead a wall

By time I realized this though
others realized they had bricks too
instead of building themselves up
they hurled bricks
to knock others down

My walls now had a purpose
So I continued to build
the walls rising above my head
and ending at my arms length
I had built myself a prison
to protect myself from others

It was very lonely in my prison
just my thoughts and me
And although what layed beneath my feet was love
The wall around me was made of fear
and the outside world of **hate

A sala inerte é o meu reino:
Quente, estranho
Num cheiro de fel e sêmen que desidrata todo alvéolo ******>
E Eu sou o diabo:
Frio, habitual
Condenado à prisão da luxúria, da lombeira

Espasmado engasgo-me no meu retrato de LCD
Nos botões do controle remoto
Nos meus olhos que coçam, pois não vejo

E como se só, já não bastasse o inferno
Os anjos com metralhadoras eretas
Vêm consumar o meu desleixe

Pois como mago que sou
Desarmo-os com meu falo movido a pilha
E rio-me de tristeza, pois era a guerra que eu ansiava

Rendidos, entram pela porta dos fundos
Trêmulos, sentam-se ao meu lado no sofá
E carnudos, macios e úmidos e corruptos se convertem

Porque Eu quero.

We all go around the day,
We are all on our way,
Some are to work,
Some are to school,
We are all part of a bigger picture;

I’m just a fragment,
And you are so too,
Our lives are together,
A part of the matter;

We have been taught,
Alone we are worthless,
We have been moulded,
To fit into the system,
But this is no way,
To reach our full potential;

This is a prison,
Guarded by bureaucracy,
And funded by those in power,
We gave up our freedom,
For a little bit of money;

Repentance is a pittance
If paid to the church,
But seeking forgiveness
Of those you have actually wronged
Properly paying them back,
Not keeping prisons packed
With some whites but mostly blacks,
Is were wrongs are made as right
As they can be.

His hands are large and strong
I knew this all along
Strong enough to hold me down

Smiles are contagious
His are crooked and malicious
Watching me squirm, crying

My daddy is not safe
I know now because he was taken away
But I thought this form of love was ordinary

I didn't mean to get him in trouble
But I was afraid when his hand was my muzzle
Now everyone looks at me like I'm made of glass

My mom says I can't talk to him
But I just don't get it
He said he wouldn't hurt me

My daddy wears orange
Mom answers his phone call with a look of warning
His clothes are in boxes down in the basement

There's a stack of papers on the counter
That mom's been staring at for the past hour
I think I need to help her with her homework

We make the bed with stains across the mattress
I don't think I can keep up with this practice
I pretend I don't see the guilt in mom's eyes

My mom and I sleep next to each other at night
Because we're both afraid he'll appear in the morning light
Looming over us with his hungry eyes

You fade into consciousness.
No, it did not feel like a slumber,
nor does it feel like night or day.

This new found scenario
Oddly left you without confusion.
Almost without looking you knew,
you were in a cell.
Bars closed, but left unlocked.
No one is there to make you stay
You know what to do.

You head towards the cell gate,
Walking without feeling the ground push back against your feet.
As you walk out, you find more cells as far as the eye can see.
With a lack or surprise you look into one and see yourself.
So you take a seat.

This reflection of you separated, seen in tears.
You watch the show; yourself.
And the moment your focus becomes absolute,
Everything around dissolves,
Replaced with a hospital room.
But you remained in good health.

Now you don't see another form.
You seem to be one.
The same feet that felt nothing,
tremble under their own weight
As if the floor that did not make itself known before
Was pulling you with the strength of our sun

Eyes fixed in a stupor
On the elder relative that had once stood with beating heart and warm skin
He's dead
He's gone
From seeing to feeling the emotion
You understand it's the state you're in
These tears are not hollow as you believed the cells had been

The moment you reach this understanding,
You fade back and see yourself.
You stand up with elegance and ease,
And walk down the cells as if to see what's in store.
Window shopping yourself.
A different version, a different age behind every bar.
The floor still absent to your feet,
The only thing pushing is the natural desire to explore.

What do you think of when you hear;
Prison?