-Christmas in a Cage-
I am sitting here on Christmas Eve
Locked in a cage...
Stressed and depressed
in a deep daze,
Thinking of my family
and
my so called friends.
I'm being punished
for a life time of sins.
The Christmas songs and all the joyous smiles,
I think of the times when
I was a child.
The lights and excitement
and decorated trees.
I am begging and begging you, Lord,
Down on both knees.
Please take me away from what is reality
That I wish was a bad dream.
But it is true indeed
my heart is talking to you on Christmas Eve.
My tears are many and my pain runs deep.
And all I ask for is Peace in my sleep.
I'll be free in my sleep,
no more cuffs and brick walls.
I hear the golden trumpets from the angels
As they make their Christmas Calls.
I thank you so much, Lord, for blessing me to see
this day...But... I have a question; "Why did things have to be this way?"
Anyone who is in prison should know
how this makes a man feel.
I have turned into a poet
since being incarcerated,
So I am utilizing my skills
Hoping that I have managed to touch someone from here and beyond.
I shall shine again
like the Father and the Son...
because they are one.
Something people don't believe,
my blood is in these words on Christmas Eve...
I am here, so , I write
to escape
instead of showing a life time of rage...
It hurts, you see, to spend Christmas in a Cage.
George Timbers
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
My game of life William Ramone Clay
My Game of Life
Life to me is like various sports rolled into one. It is referred to as the game of life. Regardless of what sport or team, penalty's or rules add to the factor which decide the final play, all the way to the tenth of a second remaining .
This determines whether we triumphs or failed and how great our victory or demise was.
My name is William Clay. but friends call me Wise. This is an attribute which another chose for me. He said I showed wisdom beyond my years. Unlike many other nick names i had chose for myself, that I thought fitted me. This was given. It took me a while to actually comprehend and see it myself. Wisdom is the wise words, ways and actions of one who has gained knowledge of self. Not only must I gain knowledge, but I must show and prove it with my actions. I must lead by example. Anyone can talk and sound knowledgeable, but they must use it to benefit their life and those who they come in constant contact with.
In my travels of life I have witnessed alot of things that need to be addressed, in helping the youth. It can be done on a small level but eventually everyone must be involved. From my eyes, community must begin saving the youth with all types of programs. These programs must value the youth teaching and giving incentives or the youth will reject it. From my experience when I was coming up, the hood really had no activities that interested me and my team. So we looked to the hood and made our own activities, most were negative. The neighborhoods must have positive male and female role models. The people I thought was cool was all in the game. I was eager to leave the bench. By age eleven I was stealing cars. I would steal radios and rims to get money mostly to joy ride. By the fifth grade the entire dynamics of school had changed. I bought my first gun by the sixth grade. It was about girls and clothes, so to get new jordans and timbs and whatever clothes was popping around this time I made hustling a full-time job.This would take me in and out various juvenile detention centers. I guess that was equivalent to playing sports on a high school level. As I got older, and better at many different hustles, car theft, robberys and burglarys. Selling various drugs and all around thugging. I was granted a scholarship in street lifes collegiate level. From there I went to jail in the state, 5 years. I received as associate degree in culinary arts. Kind of ironic cause I like to cook and mix various drugs. Drugs was my new hustle. When I would leave the state of hard knocks my major was the streets. With this time I thought I prepared myself with what I needed to survive. With no real plan, I attempted to get money as fast as possible. I lasted 14 months, long enough to have two seeds, loosing focus of what little plan i had only left me to be drafted to the feds. I guess i went pro...
Back to square one. The money I did make was only enough to support my kids and my jail bid only for so long. As I await release I'm struggling with higher and lower self. Who knows what my future holds? I will charge into this game behind by whatever margin 3 runs, 10 points, 2 touchdowns... My bases are loaded, its 4th and inches. I have 5 innings and just reached a two minute warning before the first half heads to halftime. I must score on my next play to either tie the game or give me a chance to win. These plays are crucial to success. I still have plenty of time but I must be patient and manifest my knowledge which is wisdom to execute all plays precise. There is very little room for error. We can't give perfection but we can be happy in the pursuit of it. Peace
BIO:
Name: William Ramone Clay
Age: 28/April 2,1979
From: Columbus, Ohio
Crime: Felon in Possession of a Firearm
Time: 57 months/ Out Date: December '08
Life to me is like various sports rolled into one. It is referred to as the game of life. Regardless of what sport or team, penalty's or rules add to the factor which decide the final play, all the way to the tenth of a second remaining .
This determines whether we triumphs or failed and how great our victory or demise was.
My name is William Clay. but friends call me Wise. This is an attribute which another chose for me. He said I showed wisdom beyond my years. Unlike many other nick names i had chose for myself, that I thought fitted me. This was given. It took me a while to actually comprehend and see it myself. Wisdom is the wise words, ways and actions of one who has gained knowledge of self. Not only must I gain knowledge, but I must show and prove it with my actions. I must lead by example. Anyone can talk and sound knowledgeable, but they must use it to benefit their life and those who they come in constant contact with.
In my travels of life I have witnessed alot of things that need to be addressed, in helping the youth. It can be done on a small level but eventually everyone must be involved. From my eyes, community must begin saving the youth with all types of programs. These programs must value the youth teaching and giving incentives or the youth will reject it. From my experience when I was coming up, the hood really had no activities that interested me and my team. So we looked to the hood and made our own activities, most were negative. The neighborhoods must have positive male and female role models. The people I thought was cool was all in the game. I was eager to leave the bench. By age eleven I was stealing cars. I would steal radios and rims to get money mostly to joy ride. By the fifth grade the entire dynamics of school had changed. I bought my first gun by the sixth grade. It was about girls and clothes, so to get new jordans and timbs and whatever clothes was popping around this time I made hustling a full-time job.This would take me in and out various juvenile detention centers. I guess that was equivalent to playing sports on a high school level. As I got older, and better at many different hustles, car theft, robberys and burglarys. Selling various drugs and all around thugging. I was granted a scholarship in street lifes collegiate level. From there I went to jail in the state, 5 years. I received as associate degree in culinary arts. Kind of ironic cause I like to cook and mix various drugs. Drugs was my new hustle. When I would leave the state of hard knocks my major was the streets. With this time I thought I prepared myself with what I needed to survive. With no real plan, I attempted to get money as fast as possible. I lasted 14 months, long enough to have two seeds, loosing focus of what little plan i had only left me to be drafted to the feds. I guess i went pro...
Back to square one. The money I did make was only enough to support my kids and my jail bid only for so long. As I await release I'm struggling with higher and lower self. Who knows what my future holds? I will charge into this game behind by whatever margin 3 runs, 10 points, 2 touchdowns... My bases are loaded, its 4th and inches. I have 5 innings and just reached a two minute warning before the first half heads to halftime. I must score on my next play to either tie the game or give me a chance to win. These plays are crucial to success. I still have plenty of time but I must be patient and manifest my knowledge which is wisdom to execute all plays precise. There is very little room for error. We can't give perfection but we can be happy in the pursuit of it. Peace
BIO:
Name: William Ramone Clay
Age: 28/April 2,1979
From: Columbus, Ohio
Crime: Felon in Possession of a Firearm
Time: 57 months/ Out Date: December '08
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Business B-4 Pleasure Squeeky Johnson-Bey
Business B-4 Pleasure
Some things can be better handled with one's own efforets.
Being determine to overcome the obsticles I face on a daily is almost
like second nature to me. All of the oppositions that holds merit comes
from the mental stress and alot of it goes on.
In stead of trying to recapture the "lost years" or stay intuned to the" latest"
happenings, I just concertrate wholeheartedly on every aspect of emotions,
physical appearences, mental toughness, business stragicities, and survival
notches in here as well as outthere.
Having eyes to see things beyond my view comes through those readers who
reads this. Plus being as though I'm ignorant towards the ways of the world especially
the business world. Which is why I hold you to regin over me to help me learn all that
I need & suppose to know, learn, and understand in the business world..........Squeeky Johnson-Bey
Some things can be better handled with one's own efforets.
Being determine to overcome the obsticles I face on a daily is almost
like second nature to me. All of the oppositions that holds merit comes
from the mental stress and alot of it goes on.
In stead of trying to recapture the "lost years" or stay intuned to the" latest"
happenings, I just concertrate wholeheartedly on every aspect of emotions,
physical appearences, mental toughness, business stragicities, and survival
notches in here as well as outthere.
Having eyes to see things beyond my view comes through those readers who
reads this. Plus being as though I'm ignorant towards the ways of the world especially
the business world. Which is why I hold you to regin over me to help me learn all that
I need & suppose to know, learn, and understand in the business world..........Squeeky Johnson-Bey
Fingers Crossed @-da0movies Squeeky Johnson-Bey
Fingers Crossed @-da-Movies
The excitement is to much to bare, and the activities of this
day is laid before my eyes. Focusing mainly on the list of movies
I can't wait to finally see. Alot of times salvation is found through the
upscales if sports,movies,exercises,and the latest urban novels. Mad
"jokers" bum-rush the movie areas like its a "Black Friday" at cha
local mall. Everyone side by side with goodies made from the microwave.
I mean people is crammed up in here and I got a front row seat.
The movie is "Spiderman-3" the most anticipated flick of "07" at this
spot............................
After seeing it, the truth was spoken in the face of all the dudes......
.............It was some SHIT!!!!!>>>>>>>> I had my fingers crossed
for nothing, "Transformers" is next and hopefully it'll live up to the
hype..........................................Squeeky Johnson-Bey
The excitement is to much to bare, and the activities of this
day is laid before my eyes. Focusing mainly on the list of movies
I can't wait to finally see. Alot of times salvation is found through the
upscales if sports,movies,exercises,and the latest urban novels. Mad
"jokers" bum-rush the movie areas like its a "Black Friday" at cha
local mall. Everyone side by side with goodies made from the microwave.
I mean people is crammed up in here and I got a front row seat.
The movie is "Spiderman-3" the most anticipated flick of "07" at this
spot............................
After seeing it, the truth was spoken in the face of all the dudes......
.............It was some SHIT!!!!!>>>>>>>> I had my fingers crossed
for nothing, "Transformers" is next and hopefully it'll live up to the
hype..........................................Squeeky Johnson-Bey
Writings and poems from Ponell Johnson
-Just another day in the life of...
Posted in the spot got a cut about a zip or two
Junkies want the crumbs while the roaches eat the residue
Louisville is the city when I talk about back home
Hustling was my heart while the pimping was my back bone
At seventeen I hustled hard pulling them all nighters
I stay alert cuz dope fiends plot while playing with they lighters
Back then there was nothing you could tell me
A dream you could sell me
I was surrounded by so much fake shit
Only the real could've felt me
the streets keep me going while my minds stuck in a zone
keep on maintainin and develop some habits of my own
The syrup had me knocked out sleeping on the pavement
Woke up in the morning by the Housing Authority Maintenance
Checking all my pockets but you know that they are empty
moneys in my sock cuz I'm not slipping when I'm bent G
Another day, Same Block, Same Game, No Hope
Money on, Live Hard, Smoke Weed, Sell Dope
P. Johnson
Dreams and Shackles
Basketball, chow hall, C.O.'s and jack mackerals
I'm talking bout this life in the day of the shackles
Send my type away cuz courts claim they can't handle us
been locked up for some months now it's turning into calendars
Man I done beated and cheated trapped in the system defeated
I need to head back to the street to plant this dream that I seeded
A little times all I needed to make my goals all completed
But then I got hymned up and then my charge superceded
So here I am like Wyclef I'll be gone til November
But that was 4 years ago now it's going on December
I can remember days when I got money the feeling itself euphoric
Now I'm trapped in the system my past life pre-historic
At times I get upset almost to the point of profanity
It's like I'm caught up in a race to keep up with my sanity
This here's a short poem just a moment of your attention
About my dreams locked up in shackles, chains are it's tension
P. Johnson
BIO:
My name's Ponell Johnson. I'm 26 years old, bi-racial (white and black) and from Louisville, KY. I have under a year to do on my federal sentence, I'll be at the halfway house in May. I was convicted on a counterfeiting conspiracy and have been incarcerated over three years. This is my first entry, as far as writing ya'll, so I'll just write what's marinating in my mind and let it flow from there.
Moms sent me a letter today from rehab. As far as I can recall, she's always been addicted to crack cocaine but in the recent years it's been alcohol. She wrote me like four months ago and assured me that she was doing okay. I've wrote back a few times since then and haven't got a response until now. There are two things that perturb me about this situation. The first being she promises that this is her last time relapsing. What ? You know how many times she's apologized and promised us no more drugs after a couple day crack binge? So am I supposed to belive her now? More important, why does she always write me when it's convient for her? I've been worried about her for months now. I have to send people to check on her. I'm locked up in a whole other state (Maryland) from Kentucky. That shit ain't cool at all. I'm writing her tonight though. She's still momma, and I'm with her no matter what. The way she stays in touch with me is petty and it upsets me. I'll let ya'll know how that goes in the future. In the meantime, this is some of the shit I deal with. So close to being back on the streets...
Posted in the spot got a cut about a zip or two
Junkies want the crumbs while the roaches eat the residue
Louisville is the city when I talk about back home
Hustling was my heart while the pimping was my back bone
At seventeen I hustled hard pulling them all nighters
I stay alert cuz dope fiends plot while playing with they lighters
Back then there was nothing you could tell me
A dream you could sell me
I was surrounded by so much fake shit
Only the real could've felt me
the streets keep me going while my minds stuck in a zone
keep on maintainin and develop some habits of my own
The syrup had me knocked out sleeping on the pavement
Woke up in the morning by the Housing Authority Maintenance
Checking all my pockets but you know that they are empty
moneys in my sock cuz I'm not slipping when I'm bent G
Another day, Same Block, Same Game, No Hope
Money on, Live Hard, Smoke Weed, Sell Dope
P. Johnson
Dreams and Shackles
Basketball, chow hall, C.O.'s and jack mackerals
I'm talking bout this life in the day of the shackles
Send my type away cuz courts claim they can't handle us
been locked up for some months now it's turning into calendars
Man I done beated and cheated trapped in the system defeated
I need to head back to the street to plant this dream that I seeded
A little times all I needed to make my goals all completed
But then I got hymned up and then my charge superceded
So here I am like Wyclef I'll be gone til November
But that was 4 years ago now it's going on December
I can remember days when I got money the feeling itself euphoric
Now I'm trapped in the system my past life pre-historic
At times I get upset almost to the point of profanity
It's like I'm caught up in a race to keep up with my sanity
This here's a short poem just a moment of your attention
About my dreams locked up in shackles, chains are it's tension
P. Johnson
BIO:
My name's Ponell Johnson. I'm 26 years old, bi-racial (white and black) and from Louisville, KY. I have under a year to do on my federal sentence, I'll be at the halfway house in May. I was convicted on a counterfeiting conspiracy and have been incarcerated over three years. This is my first entry, as far as writing ya'll, so I'll just write what's marinating in my mind and let it flow from there.
Moms sent me a letter today from rehab. As far as I can recall, she's always been addicted to crack cocaine but in the recent years it's been alcohol. She wrote me like four months ago and assured me that she was doing okay. I've wrote back a few times since then and haven't got a response until now. There are two things that perturb me about this situation. The first being she promises that this is her last time relapsing. What ? You know how many times she's apologized and promised us no more drugs after a couple day crack binge? So am I supposed to belive her now? More important, why does she always write me when it's convient for her? I've been worried about her for months now. I have to send people to check on her. I'm locked up in a whole other state (Maryland) from Kentucky. That shit ain't cool at all. I'm writing her tonight though. She's still momma, and I'm with her no matter what. The way she stays in touch with me is petty and it upsets me. I'll let ya'll know how that goes in the future. In the meantime, this is some of the shit I deal with. So close to being back on the streets...
N ever thought I'd be living in a mens room
-Never Thought I'd Be Living in a Mens Room
They say the American Dream is to have the house, the car and children and to live in harmony. And to think I gave up all of that to live in a bathroom.
No matter the crime, the justification deems it necessary at some point in rehabilitation that you spend part of your incarceration in a bathroom.
What's so special about this bathroom? Nothing. In some instances this is home to a lot of individuals for an unspecified number of years. We are supposed to mature with society and be rehabilitated by its keepers but that's not true. In a sense, the living conditions are a never ending punishment a reminder of what to expect when not following a specific set of rules.
In order to rehabilitate a person, you must understand that person in a one on one type of environment. We are natures creatures so don't you think we learn as natures creatures? Well, we don't because we have a choice. By us thinking we are superior is where we fall short. You have to be able to understand each person individually not for what they did but why. We have to stop comparing each other and finding excuses for our wrongs and raise our expectations. If we want the world to change shouldn't the change begin with us? We as a people can do anything but it starts with just one person. I know one person who is tired of living in a bathroom and that is me, what about you? How many times did you go to the bathroom and think to yourself, "This is where I want to live?". Never I hope. So if we change our way of thinking, we change the way people think about us, and the time is now.
BIO:
Name: George Timbers
DOB: 12/1/1971
Convicted of Distribution
Release Date: 12/11/2008
Greetings, my name is George. I'm 6'0'', 168 and try to maintain myself physically as well as mentally. I'm looking to build a friendship with someone who respects who she is spiritually, emotionally and physically. A person who can see the beauty even when it's not pretty everyday.
I have a passion for life and use a positive outlook that keeps my spirits high and uplifts those around me. I'm just looking for someone who understands the circumstances I am in that I can express my thought and desires to. I also have a good sense of humor and enjoy reading, writing, and just trying to better myself. Now that i've told you a little about myself, I'll be waiting to hear from you.
Sincerely,
George
They say the American Dream is to have the house, the car and children and to live in harmony. And to think I gave up all of that to live in a bathroom.
No matter the crime, the justification deems it necessary at some point in rehabilitation that you spend part of your incarceration in a bathroom.
What's so special about this bathroom? Nothing. In some instances this is home to a lot of individuals for an unspecified number of years. We are supposed to mature with society and be rehabilitated by its keepers but that's not true. In a sense, the living conditions are a never ending punishment a reminder of what to expect when not following a specific set of rules.
In order to rehabilitate a person, you must understand that person in a one on one type of environment. We are natures creatures so don't you think we learn as natures creatures? Well, we don't because we have a choice. By us thinking we are superior is where we fall short. You have to be able to understand each person individually not for what they did but why. We have to stop comparing each other and finding excuses for our wrongs and raise our expectations. If we want the world to change shouldn't the change begin with us? We as a people can do anything but it starts with just one person. I know one person who is tired of living in a bathroom and that is me, what about you? How many times did you go to the bathroom and think to yourself, "This is where I want to live?". Never I hope. So if we change our way of thinking, we change the way people think about us, and the time is now.
BIO:
Name: George Timbers
DOB: 12/1/1971
Convicted of Distribution
Release Date: 12/11/2008
Greetings, my name is George. I'm 6'0'', 168 and try to maintain myself physically as well as mentally. I'm looking to build a friendship with someone who respects who she is spiritually, emotionally and physically. A person who can see the beauty even when it's not pretty everyday.
I have a passion for life and use a positive outlook that keeps my spirits high and uplifts those around me. I'm just looking for someone who understands the circumstances I am in that I can express my thought and desires to. I also have a good sense of humor and enjoy reading, writing, and just trying to better myself. Now that i've told you a little about myself, I'll be waiting to hear from you.
Sincerely,
George
Sunday, December 16, 2007
From Nowhere to Now Here Kenneth W. Tolbert
From Nowhere to Now Here
Are you able to slow down? Could you sit peacefully still for 20 minutes a day and do NO-THING? Could you be NOW-HERE? Could you exist within a state of mind so infinite and all-pervasive that it hangs suspended in the balance of a solitude-like force; disembodied from the prevailing trends of frustration born through the birth canal of destructive social forces? Could you?
Well, I did. I was forced to. Forced to take off my shades and surrender to the radiant and blinding force of the sun's light; immediately shown to be flawed. Immediately shown to be imperfect. Immediately shown to be human, able to bleed...
And Oh how I bled. Slowly drained of the spoiled blood taken from the bruises I still carried that have long been expired. And my time to heal is yet to begin... The psychological wounds of shame, rage and self-hatred have all yet to be fully transformed. But at least I have a clue, or so I've been told. I've realized that the worst kind of slave is one who does not realize that he or she is a slave . Always fixing their minds on objects of pleasure. Pathetic isn't it? These transitory and perishable possessions. The particulars of which are always screaming and shouting, fighting for position and demanding attention like precious new born babies. OMYGOD!! will you please put that pacifier in her mouth, I can't take all of this right now. Shutting our emotions up, turning our creativity off. Lying to our EGO's, giving them the power to consume our essence. Falling prey to the thoughts and desires of a limited sense of "I" "You" & "Me". So much suffering and waste... and what the HELL is that smell?! It's the fire and brimstone of our fears devouring the flesh of our "good intentions". It's the putrid, rotting meat of separation that we attach to the skeletal frames of our divine consciousness. It is the "holy" duality of our precious religions. It's the cars we drive, the "bitches" we fuck, the money we take, the "livin' it up". It's the good woman I left behind. It's the good man that is so hard to find...
And for all of this suffering, our anger is still not appeased. But what will ye do in the day of visitation when the desolation shall come from afar? Will you be glued to your T.V. sets? Or washing your pretty car? Or what about shopping at the mall to cop the latest fashions that will spurn the lustful passions of all the weak ass "niggaz" to make them fall? Or will you be faithful and respond to the call? Of a frequency so subtle that it will vibrate through prison walls...
So... Can you slow down? Could you sit peacefully still doing NO-THING in the middle of NOW- HERE?
Kenneth W. Tolbert
Senior Technical Advisor
Bio:
Peace and welcome. Forgive my untidiness, I've been very busy and no one told me you would be here so soon. Please, have a seat and make yourself at home. I'm a little ill-prepared for your sudden visit, so bear with me while I iron out the particulars. Hopefully I can still leave a good impression; such that will leave you wanting to know me on a more intimate level...
Incarceration was actually a blessing in disguise for me although the ride getting here was a little bumpy & distasteful. (You know, the kind that only offers a small bag of peanuts and a miniature sized bottle of water.) But sometimes the slowest way can be the fastest, all depending on how you approach the situation. Robbery was a way for me to overcome my fear of lack and poverty. I didn't understand at the time that everything I thought I was missing in my life was right here inside of me. At the time I was running a studio with a friend of mine. The place gets robbed, our hard work down the drain. So what next? I never considered myself to be a thug, but the "streets" was something like my girl on the side. Afraid to tell her that I don't love her and that we can't do this anymore. Although the sex is amazing and she caters to my every beck and call. Always there... vibrating.. so seductive...
I'm 24 now. I'll be 25 in April(21st). I'll be releasing Jan.28th to Charlotte, N.C. although I was born on Staten Island New York. I've also traveled over-seas a bit. Life has dealt me many unexpected twists and turns. I admit that I am lost most of the time, still trying to figure this thing out, but I know what I want. I have a long road ahead of me, but I am patient. No need to rush. The universe will provide, my vision will define my space. I don't have any children or a woman and I am not looking for either. I am not ready. But time will reveal what space I am meant to inhabit. I promised that I would give myself that chance. So if in the near future you see a ring on my finger...YES! It's true! I am involved. With ME, MYSELF and I AM.
Sincerely,
Senior Technical Advisor
P.S. My name is Kenneth by the way, but please, call me Kenny. All my friends do...
Are you able to slow down? Could you sit peacefully still for 20 minutes a day and do NO-THING? Could you be NOW-HERE? Could you exist within a state of mind so infinite and all-pervasive that it hangs suspended in the balance of a solitude-like force; disembodied from the prevailing trends of frustration born through the birth canal of destructive social forces? Could you?
Well, I did. I was forced to. Forced to take off my shades and surrender to the radiant and blinding force of the sun's light; immediately shown to be flawed. Immediately shown to be imperfect. Immediately shown to be human, able to bleed...
And Oh how I bled. Slowly drained of the spoiled blood taken from the bruises I still carried that have long been expired. And my time to heal is yet to begin... The psychological wounds of shame, rage and self-hatred have all yet to be fully transformed. But at least I have a clue, or so I've been told. I've realized that the worst kind of slave is one who does not realize that he or she is a slave . Always fixing their minds on objects of pleasure. Pathetic isn't it? These transitory and perishable possessions. The particulars of which are always screaming and shouting, fighting for position and demanding attention like precious new born babies. OMYGOD!! will you please put that pacifier in her mouth, I can't take all of this right now. Shutting our emotions up, turning our creativity off. Lying to our EGO's, giving them the power to consume our essence. Falling prey to the thoughts and desires of a limited sense of "I" "You" & "Me". So much suffering and waste... and what the HELL is that smell?! It's the fire and brimstone of our fears devouring the flesh of our "good intentions". It's the putrid, rotting meat of separation that we attach to the skeletal frames of our divine consciousness. It is the "holy" duality of our precious religions. It's the cars we drive, the "bitches" we fuck, the money we take, the "livin' it up". It's the good woman I left behind. It's the good man that is so hard to find...
And for all of this suffering, our anger is still not appeased. But what will ye do in the day of visitation when the desolation shall come from afar? Will you be glued to your T.V. sets? Or washing your pretty car? Or what about shopping at the mall to cop the latest fashions that will spurn the lustful passions of all the weak ass "niggaz" to make them fall? Or will you be faithful and respond to the call? Of a frequency so subtle that it will vibrate through prison walls...
So... Can you slow down? Could you sit peacefully still doing NO-THING in the middle of NOW- HERE?
Kenneth W. Tolbert
Senior Technical Advisor
Bio:
Peace and welcome. Forgive my untidiness, I've been very busy and no one told me you would be here so soon. Please, have a seat and make yourself at home. I'm a little ill-prepared for your sudden visit, so bear with me while I iron out the particulars. Hopefully I can still leave a good impression; such that will leave you wanting to know me on a more intimate level...
Incarceration was actually a blessing in disguise for me although the ride getting here was a little bumpy & distasteful. (You know, the kind that only offers a small bag of peanuts and a miniature sized bottle of water.) But sometimes the slowest way can be the fastest, all depending on how you approach the situation. Robbery was a way for me to overcome my fear of lack and poverty. I didn't understand at the time that everything I thought I was missing in my life was right here inside of me. At the time I was running a studio with a friend of mine. The place gets robbed, our hard work down the drain. So what next? I never considered myself to be a thug, but the "streets" was something like my girl on the side. Afraid to tell her that I don't love her and that we can't do this anymore. Although the sex is amazing and she caters to my every beck and call. Always there... vibrating.. so seductive...
I'm 24 now. I'll be 25 in April(21st). I'll be releasing Jan.28th to Charlotte, N.C. although I was born on Staten Island New York. I've also traveled over-seas a bit. Life has dealt me many unexpected twists and turns. I admit that I am lost most of the time, still trying to figure this thing out, but I know what I want. I have a long road ahead of me, but I am patient. No need to rush. The universe will provide, my vision will define my space. I don't have any children or a woman and I am not looking for either. I am not ready. But time will reveal what space I am meant to inhabit. I promised that I would give myself that chance. So if in the near future you see a ring on my finger...YES! It's true! I am involved. With ME, MYSELF and I AM.
Sincerely,
Senior Technical Advisor
P.S. My name is Kenneth by the way, but please, call me Kenny. All my friends do...
Knots of Tension Squeeky Johnson-Bey
Knots of Tension
I just feel like messing someone up. Like being shoved into a corner and the last
chance you have is to come swinging. I don't have nothing against anybody, but I really feel that the world is against me. My whole day has been consumed in the knowledge of books. Lately I've been tackling "Sex & Race" by J.A. Rogers and it's very informational. I'ma tell you this, I didn't know there was white-slaves outside of the U.S. in the course of history. I guess you can call it instincts, because tempers be rising hard and heavy.I just got concerns about "DS'' and his safety. Besides that my mental is running in overdrive. So much wants, and not enough gets. I just get tired of dreaming and hanging on for hope. When its all about the realities that life throws at you, and nothing moves the way you want them, its a problem. Well I have a problem too. If the world don't gives a shit I gotta say screw the world to..................Squeeky Johnson-Bey
I know things isn't what they appears to be, so I
will inform you on the latest.
The official "Gov" name is ANTONIO JOHNSON and is
very high spirited about the passions in my life>>>"Poetry".
Some say I'm "even balanced",whatever that means, but I
will say that I'm a people person. 5'10 about 189 lbs. and
is an Asiatic. I dig the history stuff and always trying to
find a way to uplift humanity. Currently I'm teaching folks
how to achieve their education. I've been doing this "bit"
for about 13yrs and the path to freedom is a few years
closer. YES! I'm very family structure. Once the sins of the
past hold true, and now the bounderies of my higher self
has total control. I love learning new things about any
and everything. I'm 34 yrs old. .............Squeeky Johnson-Bey
I just feel like messing someone up. Like being shoved into a corner and the last
chance you have is to come swinging. I don't have nothing against anybody, but I really feel that the world is against me. My whole day has been consumed in the knowledge of books. Lately I've been tackling "Sex & Race" by J.A. Rogers and it's very informational. I'ma tell you this, I didn't know there was white-slaves outside of the U.S. in the course of history. I guess you can call it instincts, because tempers be rising hard and heavy.I just got concerns about "DS'' and his safety. Besides that my mental is running in overdrive. So much wants, and not enough gets. I just get tired of dreaming and hanging on for hope. When its all about the realities that life throws at you, and nothing moves the way you want them, its a problem. Well I have a problem too. If the world don't gives a shit I gotta say screw the world to..................Squeeky Johnson-Bey
I know things isn't what they appears to be, so I
will inform you on the latest.
The official "Gov" name is ANTONIO JOHNSON and is
very high spirited about the passions in my life>>>"Poetry".
Some say I'm "even balanced",whatever that means, but I
will say that I'm a people person. 5'10 about 189 lbs. and
is an Asiatic. I dig the history stuff and always trying to
find a way to uplift humanity. Currently I'm teaching folks
how to achieve their education. I've been doing this "bit"
for about 13yrs and the path to freedom is a few years
closer. YES! I'm very family structure. Once the sins of the
past hold true, and now the bounderies of my higher self
has total control. I love learning new things about any
and everything. I'm 34 yrs old. .............Squeeky Johnson-Bey
Soldier at war Jayson Wilkes
Soldier at War
As i soul search to find that i must search for my soul. My soul has been lost for many years. I have lived my life in so much illusion. i dont know myself. ive played so many characters, acted so many scenes.. but yet i dont star in any movies. the payments for my skills are actually punishments for my crimes. all my roles have been thug roles. all my movies have been gangster movies. im hallucinating . in reality, im a dead beat dad, a no good brother and a trouble some son. as i search to find my true meaning and to regain my inner self, im fighting a war. a war that people dont see on news. a war that people dont realize has more casualties then any other war. the war for survival. im wounded. im dying of thirst and hunger. not in the physical but in the mental. im thirsty for knowledge and hungry for understanding. these are the only weapons i need to win my war.
WILKES
100%
As i soul search to find that i must search for my soul. My soul has been lost for many years. I have lived my life in so much illusion. i dont know myself. ive played so many characters, acted so many scenes.. but yet i dont star in any movies. the payments for my skills are actually punishments for my crimes. all my roles have been thug roles. all my movies have been gangster movies. im hallucinating . in reality, im a dead beat dad, a no good brother and a trouble some son. as i search to find my true meaning and to regain my inner self, im fighting a war. a war that people dont see on news. a war that people dont realize has more casualties then any other war. the war for survival. im wounded. im dying of thirst and hunger. not in the physical but in the mental. im thirsty for knowledge and hungry for understanding. these are the only weapons i need to win my war.
WILKES
100%
Da N Side Fight Southworth
Da N-side Fight
Ain't nothing changed, everything's still the same,
but in the end I'm the one to blame.
I try so hard but I surmount to myself. I want the help, but my
discipline seems to melt. The way I feel is the way I felt,
but why does my mind seems to contradict itself?
I want to change, I knkow I should. My mind is right, my mind means good.
In the beginnign it was like the end. I wish I could start all over again.
I want to go home! I want to leave, but I'm scared cause my mind plays tricks on
me. Now have you evr felt the way I feel??
If you haven't I'd like to make a deal. Because I'm sure you have a good soul to steal.
I'm not a thief, I'm not a crook, but I know I've fell off da hook.
I've been cast into this world by a choice of not my own. My charismatic smile
hides my horrible mourns. If I continue to fly with this Dragon I will be dead!
I should have listened to everyone when they said "it's all in your head".
by:Southworth
of TonyGoodeProject
Ain't nothing changed, everything's still the same,
but in the end I'm the one to blame.
I try so hard but I surmount to myself. I want the help, but my
discipline seems to melt. The way I feel is the way I felt,
but why does my mind seems to contradict itself?
I want to change, I knkow I should. My mind is right, my mind means good.
In the beginnign it was like the end. I wish I could start all over again.
I want to go home! I want to leave, but I'm scared cause my mind plays tricks on
me. Now have you evr felt the way I feel??
If you haven't I'd like to make a deal. Because I'm sure you have a good soul to steal.
I'm not a thief, I'm not a crook, but I know I've fell off da hook.
I've been cast into this world by a choice of not my own. My charismatic smile
hides my horrible mourns. If I continue to fly with this Dragon I will be dead!
I should have listened to everyone when they said "it's all in your head".
by:Southworth
of TonyGoodeProject
Saturday, December 15, 2007
48 cents Anthony Owens
"48CENTS"
JUST THINK ABOUT IT : WORKING ALL DAY FOR 48CENTS. THATS WHAT I DID TODAY PARTICIPATE IN AMERICAS FREE ENTERPRISE. THATS THE NEGATIVE. THE POSITIVE IS THIS. MY MENTOR, NAPOLEON HILL, INSTILLED IN ME WORKING AND GETTING IN THE HABIT OF DOING MORE THAN PAID FOR. AS I WATCHED OTHERS STOMP AND SAY "I AINT DOIN THIS SHIT"
I PUSHED ON. I FOUND OUT IF I LIKE THE WORK AND DONT HAVE ANY EXPECTATIONS TOWARDS WHAT I WILL RECEIVE IN RETURN,I CAN DO MORE WORK, ENJOY MYSELF AND AT THE SAME TIME BUILD MY WORK ETHIC. BY PRACTICING HERE THIS PHILOSOPHY, ONCE RELEASED FROM PRISON I CAN WORK- STARTING OUT -LETS SAY AS A JANITOR OF A MAJOR CORPORATION FOR FREE FOR TWO WEEKS. DO I LIKE TO CLEAN? NOT NECESSARILY. DON'T I LIKE TO GET PAID FOR WHAT I DO?YES. BUT WHY NOT GO TO THIS CORPORATION AND GIVE THEM A FREE TRIAL PERIOD TO SEE IF I AM CAPABLE OF AND DETERMINED TO EXCEL?
MY POINT IS THIS:IN LIFE AS WE STRIVE FOR WHATEVER OUR HEARTS DESIRE WE MUST NOT GET DISCOURAGED BECAUSE WHAT WE MAY SEE OTHERS DOING. THAT IS THE TIME TO PRESS ON. BE DISCIPLINED AND AS LIFE THROWS OBSTACLES AT US, WE ARE PERSISTENT IN OUR PURSUITS OF HAPPINESS. EVEN FROM PRISON LESSONS CAN MAKE US STRONGER IF WE LOOK FOR INSPIRATION WHEN HOPE DOESN'T LOOK PROMISING. LIFE EVEN MORE SO. JUST REMEMBER THIS; YOU WANT SOMETHING FROM LIFE GO GET IT! DON'T WAIT FOR A HANDOUT, AND DON'T EXPECT ONE.YOU GOTTA DREAM PROTECT IT. SOME PEOPLE CAN'T BE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE SO THEY'LL TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN'T BE IT. YOU WANT SOMETHING- YOU MAKE IT HAPPEN. ASK YOURSELF: HOW DETERMINED ARE YOU?
JUST THINK ABOUT IT : WORKING ALL DAY FOR 48CENTS. THATS WHAT I DID TODAY PARTICIPATE IN AMERICAS FREE ENTERPRISE. THATS THE NEGATIVE. THE POSITIVE IS THIS. MY MENTOR, NAPOLEON HILL, INSTILLED IN ME WORKING AND GETTING IN THE HABIT OF DOING MORE THAN PAID FOR. AS I WATCHED OTHERS STOMP AND SAY "I AINT DOIN THIS SHIT"
I PUSHED ON. I FOUND OUT IF I LIKE THE WORK AND DONT HAVE ANY EXPECTATIONS TOWARDS WHAT I WILL RECEIVE IN RETURN,I CAN DO MORE WORK, ENJOY MYSELF AND AT THE SAME TIME BUILD MY WORK ETHIC. BY PRACTICING HERE THIS PHILOSOPHY, ONCE RELEASED FROM PRISON I CAN WORK- STARTING OUT -LETS SAY AS A JANITOR OF A MAJOR CORPORATION FOR FREE FOR TWO WEEKS. DO I LIKE TO CLEAN? NOT NECESSARILY. DON'T I LIKE TO GET PAID FOR WHAT I DO?YES. BUT WHY NOT GO TO THIS CORPORATION AND GIVE THEM A FREE TRIAL PERIOD TO SEE IF I AM CAPABLE OF AND DETERMINED TO EXCEL?
MY POINT IS THIS:IN LIFE AS WE STRIVE FOR WHATEVER OUR HEARTS DESIRE WE MUST NOT GET DISCOURAGED BECAUSE WHAT WE MAY SEE OTHERS DOING. THAT IS THE TIME TO PRESS ON. BE DISCIPLINED AND AS LIFE THROWS OBSTACLES AT US, WE ARE PERSISTENT IN OUR PURSUITS OF HAPPINESS. EVEN FROM PRISON LESSONS CAN MAKE US STRONGER IF WE LOOK FOR INSPIRATION WHEN HOPE DOESN'T LOOK PROMISING. LIFE EVEN MORE SO. JUST REMEMBER THIS; YOU WANT SOMETHING FROM LIFE GO GET IT! DON'T WAIT FOR A HANDOUT, AND DON'T EXPECT ONE.YOU GOTTA DREAM PROTECT IT. SOME PEOPLE CAN'T BE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE SO THEY'LL TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN'T BE IT. YOU WANT SOMETHING- YOU MAKE IT HAPPEN. ASK YOURSELF: HOW DETERMINED ARE YOU?
Monday, December 10, 2007
Fortunate to have you Anthony Owens
fortunate to have you
dear reader,
hey whats up ? nothing much here. maintainin' and checkin' in to see whats up with you. how are you?
today for the"daily" i'd like to do something a little different. i usually try to make us think about our lives. today i really just want to ask something of you- IS IT POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO ENJOY LIFE FOR US? i, myself, cannot go to a store and but some strawberry bubbalicious and chew them 2pieces at a time then blow a huge bubble to see if I can get it to explode all over my face so my little nephew can laugh at me. honestly, if its possible for you to take a SHIT in the quiet atmosphere of your OWN
home and give me a shoutout( something like this ' the shit im taking is for anthony owens!) id appreciate it. I,us, we dont have privacy and privacy is something to be thankful for. So please feel free to take a shit fo me - or - do anything your heart desires for me. let me know what you do - itll make my day! :-)
but one time - please just one time... one minute.. one second... of one day enjoy life for us. i hope i didnt offend anyone about talk of taking a shit for me. especially not any of the ladies who may find farting in front of a man embarrasing. but in all honesty, to have the priveledge to get assaulted with gas from a woman right now , i find very welcoming.HEY GET YOUR MIND OUT THE GUTTER! IM NOT TALKING ABOUT ANY FREAKY SHIT:-)
quick story . my xgirlfriend could be very silly at times and i loved it when we could just have unadulterated funny times and one day she farts on my leg , aloud one, and for some strange reason we are laughing hysterically. maybe it was the timing... anyhow, i IMMEDIATELY plotted revenge. i think we finished watching a movie and we were getting ready for bed.
i pass gas and i sneak my nose up under the covers and in my head im like "AAAH!DAMNNN!"i think it was the eggplant parmesan
but anyway, i grab the covers and put it over her and her screams for mercy was so intoxicatingly funny she was laughing too. i let her out and the war was over and i kissed her ass,willingly alot to make sure we could spoon thru the night .
the moral of the story is - iappreciate now everything that living life can bring. the good and the bad . its all to be loved.
i can only injoy life from behind these bars but you have the ability to enjoy life to the fullest EVEN if its watching sopongebob with your niece -enjoy it. enjoy it for you & her , enjoy it for me , enjoy it for us less fortunate and even though its a little shitty
think of me when you feed the fish :-)
fortunate to have you
anthony owens
editor-in-chief
P.S. when the cup is half-full you can enjoy even the most rainy day.
dear reader,
hey whats up ? nothing much here. maintainin' and checkin' in to see whats up with you. how are you?
today for the"daily" i'd like to do something a little different. i usually try to make us think about our lives. today i really just want to ask something of you- IS IT POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO ENJOY LIFE FOR US? i, myself, cannot go to a store and but some strawberry bubbalicious and chew them 2pieces at a time then blow a huge bubble to see if I can get it to explode all over my face so my little nephew can laugh at me. honestly, if its possible for you to take a SHIT in the quiet atmosphere of your OWN
home and give me a shoutout( something like this ' the shit im taking is for anthony owens!) id appreciate it. I,us, we dont have privacy and privacy is something to be thankful for. So please feel free to take a shit fo me - or - do anything your heart desires for me. let me know what you do - itll make my day! :-)
but one time - please just one time... one minute.. one second... of one day enjoy life for us. i hope i didnt offend anyone about talk of taking a shit for me. especially not any of the ladies who may find farting in front of a man embarrasing. but in all honesty, to have the priveledge to get assaulted with gas from a woman right now , i find very welcoming.HEY GET YOUR MIND OUT THE GUTTER! IM NOT TALKING ABOUT ANY FREAKY SHIT:-)
quick story . my xgirlfriend could be very silly at times and i loved it when we could just have unadulterated funny times and one day she farts on my leg , aloud one, and for some strange reason we are laughing hysterically. maybe it was the timing... anyhow, i IMMEDIATELY plotted revenge. i think we finished watching a movie and we were getting ready for bed.
i pass gas and i sneak my nose up under the covers and in my head im like "AAAH!DAMNNN!"i think it was the eggplant parmesan
but anyway, i grab the covers and put it over her and her screams for mercy was so intoxicatingly funny she was laughing too. i let her out and the war was over and i kissed her ass,willingly alot to make sure we could spoon thru the night .
the moral of the story is - iappreciate now everything that living life can bring. the good and the bad . its all to be loved.
i can only injoy life from behind these bars but you have the ability to enjoy life to the fullest EVEN if its watching sopongebob with your niece -enjoy it. enjoy it for you & her , enjoy it for me , enjoy it for us less fortunate and even though its a little shitty
think of me when you feed the fish :-)
fortunate to have you
anthony owens
editor-in-chief
P.S. when the cup is half-full you can enjoy even the most rainy day.
writings from xavier jacques jackson
ME & YOU
life is a valuable thing and in reality we living to die. if hell is eaarth , heaven must be in the sky
you got muslim, christian, and gangsters living all by one rule , but in their eyes we are all living different
we all battle temptations and try to acheive a higher level in life
i give you poetry but i give it to you from the heart
i write with a open mind and speak with clear thoughts
i see so many brothers lost today and sont know where to start
its a shame but the deviil plays a big part
so far i then open my eyes half-way and now i can see
i looked in the mirror and gave you a true definition of you and me
THE WAY IT IS
the game is what i live for the women money cars and jewelry
i live and breathe this street shit. its in my "veins" like the blood that runs through my body day and night
how could i be petrified of the real life ? NAW!!! fuck that my life is real
i kiss and screw the streets for a living. thats what i do! how could i turn this negative to a positive ?
or better yet do i want to go legit?
i run red lights for an living and plus im so high off the lifestyle i could roll like this for eternity
why? must we argue everyday over something thats never going to change?i admit im living a double life i love you but there's someone else the streets ;without the streets you wouldnt be here or i wouldnt be where im at im sorry for hurting you but thats the life of a gangster and the way we live
life is a valuable thing and in reality we living to die. if hell is eaarth , heaven must be in the sky
you got muslim, christian, and gangsters living all by one rule , but in their eyes we are all living different
we all battle temptations and try to acheive a higher level in life
i give you poetry but i give it to you from the heart
i write with a open mind and speak with clear thoughts
i see so many brothers lost today and sont know where to start
its a shame but the deviil plays a big part
so far i then open my eyes half-way and now i can see
i looked in the mirror and gave you a true definition of you and me
THE WAY IT IS
the game is what i live for the women money cars and jewelry
i live and breathe this street shit. its in my "veins" like the blood that runs through my body day and night
how could i be petrified of the real life ? NAW!!! fuck that my life is real
i kiss and screw the streets for a living. thats what i do! how could i turn this negative to a positive ?
or better yet do i want to go legit?
i run red lights for an living and plus im so high off the lifestyle i could roll like this for eternity
why? must we argue everyday over something thats never going to change?i admit im living a double life i love you but there's someone else the streets ;without the streets you wouldnt be here or i wouldnt be where im at im sorry for hurting you but thats the life of a gangster and the way we live
December 10th a special day-James Berry
december 10th
December 10th is a special day. this is the birthday for a woman so unique that thos who know her would all agree, words cant explain her. i put this here because if i could , for her, i would climb the highest mountain and scream loud enough for the whole world to hear how i feel about her . for now though, this is as loud as my voice gets and the highest mountain i could find. we are the king and queen of public displays of affection, so leslie baby this is for you
i once pitied those in love, suckers i thought.when will they realize what theyre setting themselves up for? what if they leave you, what if they get hurt, what if ...what if...what if...
as time passed i began to envy those same people, lucky i thought how can two people love each other so much? i wish i had someone who the very sound of their voice made me smile like it tickled my soul. i wish their touch warmed me seeming to belong knowing that this way im whole. i wish...i wish.. i wish...
because of you i now know love. a love that is in this world bur not of it. it cant be developed earned or built . this love can only be realized. love that is light, the tie that binds all things. harmonic vibration that constantly sings, but you and i, we're on the same wavelength. we've been through hell and high water. its been a gift to watch you blossom and change and through all this our light shines brighter. thats because its forever , no conditions or clauses through break up and make up separation and pauses. i love you . i take comfort in this permanent in a world full of temporary. i hope you do ,too. know now your choices whatever they be to roam all alone or a lifetime with me . i am in service to you because of you i am better so where ever we are you and i are together
Happy Birthday
forever yours,
James Berry
December 10th is a special day. this is the birthday for a woman so unique that thos who know her would all agree, words cant explain her. i put this here because if i could , for her, i would climb the highest mountain and scream loud enough for the whole world to hear how i feel about her . for now though, this is as loud as my voice gets and the highest mountain i could find. we are the king and queen of public displays of affection, so leslie baby this is for you
i once pitied those in love, suckers i thought.when will they realize what theyre setting themselves up for? what if they leave you, what if they get hurt, what if ...what if...what if...
as time passed i began to envy those same people, lucky i thought how can two people love each other so much? i wish i had someone who the very sound of their voice made me smile like it tickled my soul. i wish their touch warmed me seeming to belong knowing that this way im whole. i wish...i wish.. i wish...
because of you i now know love. a love that is in this world bur not of it. it cant be developed earned or built . this love can only be realized. love that is light, the tie that binds all things. harmonic vibration that constantly sings, but you and i, we're on the same wavelength. we've been through hell and high water. its been a gift to watch you blossom and change and through all this our light shines brighter. thats because its forever , no conditions or clauses through break up and make up separation and pauses. i love you . i take comfort in this permanent in a world full of temporary. i hope you do ,too. know now your choices whatever they be to roam all alone or a lifetime with me . i am in service to you because of you i am better so where ever we are you and i are together
Happy Birthday
forever yours,
James Berry
Saturday, December 8, 2007
15 minute break by Xavier Jacques Jackson
15 minute break
as i walk through the doors of my trials and tribulation all i see is my potential enemies. the ones who wore masks to cover up their disloyalty to one another . the ones that will deceive their own mother to get out of harms way. look at them , my so called friends . blinded by the love and the respect i got for the game what is done is done .i must face this trial and stay as a man and keep my tongue concealed like a hidden weapon. as i look to the right in the audience and see my mother , tears flow like a river . i whisper " ma please !dont cry. be strong your baby boy is gonna be alright ." 15 minutes later i hear a voice (every body stands) this must be my last chance , i'm about to become one with my fantasy and face it like a man ....15minutes went fast cause my life was in someone elses hands.
bio:
my name is xavier jacques jackson
im 24 years old i was born in 1983 i was born and reaised in benton harbor michigan
i have a two year old son named adnis jacques jackson. im currently serving 36 months in cumberland maryland for distribution of herion. since i been in prison i had some time to think about the direction my life was heading in. i've always loved to write and never knew the potential i had in writing until now. i love poetry and hoope one day i could be an urban writer.
as i walk through the doors of my trials and tribulation all i see is my potential enemies. the ones who wore masks to cover up their disloyalty to one another . the ones that will deceive their own mother to get out of harms way. look at them , my so called friends . blinded by the love and the respect i got for the game what is done is done .i must face this trial and stay as a man and keep my tongue concealed like a hidden weapon. as i look to the right in the audience and see my mother , tears flow like a river . i whisper " ma please !dont cry. be strong your baby boy is gonna be alright ." 15 minutes later i hear a voice (every body stands) this must be my last chance , i'm about to become one with my fantasy and face it like a man ....15minutes went fast cause my life was in someone elses hands.
bio:
my name is xavier jacques jackson
im 24 years old i was born in 1983 i was born and reaised in benton harbor michigan
i have a two year old son named adnis jacques jackson. im currently serving 36 months in cumberland maryland for distribution of herion. since i been in prison i had some time to think about the direction my life was heading in. i've always loved to write and never knew the potential i had in writing until now. i love poetry and hoope one day i could be an urban writer.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
What does it mean to be free by James Barry
what does it mean to be free ?
as the days months and years pass the things you imagine adn dread before coming to prison , ive found that for most become expected and just part of another day. the mundane monotony of daily prison life seems to be the most popular complaint.
imagine earing every meal at the same time everyday. of course thats just one example among everything else thats done the same way at the same time day-in day-out but i chose this one because the unbearing regularity of it even takes away the mystery and surprise of your bathroom visits. as grueling as it is , routine is alos our biggest saving grace. we program ourselves like robots in the hopes of occupying our minds enough as to not look upo and realize "here i am". we pursue education , work out like men possessed and explore our spirituality to realms unimaginable all of these things can give us a great sense of enrichment accomplishment and pride. thats a wonderful thing considering that most of the time the only true goal was to maintain your sanity. whats interesting to me is that in pondering this i thought of all the people in their regular life doing their normal day to day grind. content except for when they take a second away from their routine and realize "there you are" but thats dangerous thinking you best get back to work. kinda makes you think about what it means to be free.
as the days months and years pass the things you imagine adn dread before coming to prison , ive found that for most become expected and just part of another day. the mundane monotony of daily prison life seems to be the most popular complaint.
imagine earing every meal at the same time everyday. of course thats just one example among everything else thats done the same way at the same time day-in day-out but i chose this one because the unbearing regularity of it even takes away the mystery and surprise of your bathroom visits. as grueling as it is , routine is alos our biggest saving grace. we program ourselves like robots in the hopes of occupying our minds enough as to not look upo and realize "here i am". we pursue education , work out like men possessed and explore our spirituality to realms unimaginable all of these things can give us a great sense of enrichment accomplishment and pride. thats a wonderful thing considering that most of the time the only true goal was to maintain your sanity. whats interesting to me is that in pondering this i thought of all the people in their regular life doing their normal day to day grind. content except for when they take a second away from their routine and realize "there you are" but thats dangerous thinking you best get back to work. kinda makes you think about what it means to be free.
James Barry
bio: james barry
cinncinnati ohio
4/11/81
possession w/intent to distribute extasy
release : may 27 08
cinncinnati ohio
4/11/81
possession w/intent to distribute extasy
release : may 27 08
Birthday in prison by Jayson Wilkes
birthday in prison
sometimes our decisions can cause pain in ourlife
sometimes lifes mishaps over shadows our fortunes
so no matter how bad a birthday seems the true
blessing and present is you are here to see it.
we must remember we have to mature with age
everyday is a stepping stone .plus when one door shuts another opens up
so as long as there is air in my lungs i have oppurtunity
i have the world
wilkes 100%
sometimes our decisions can cause pain in ourlife
sometimes lifes mishaps over shadows our fortunes
so no matter how bad a birthday seems the true
blessing and present is you are here to see it.
we must remember we have to mature with age
everyday is a stepping stone .plus when one door shuts another opens up
so as long as there is air in my lungs i have oppurtunity
i have the world
wilkes 100%
Jayson Wilkes
Bio:
Jayson Wilkes
04170-007 25 years old im incarcerated for manslaughter
bday 11-02-82
time to serve 6-18years parole hearing march 2008
latest release date 10-21-2020
i am a young man who enjoys learning growing is a part of life and help you progress in the needed areas im a caring helpful person waiting for my second chance
Jayson Wilkes
04170-007 25 years old im incarcerated for manslaughter
bday 11-02-82
time to serve 6-18years parole hearing march 2008
latest release date 10-21-2020
i am a young man who enjoys learning growing is a part of life and help you progress in the needed areas im a caring helpful person waiting for my second chance
Heaven & Hell by Anthony Owens
-HEAVEN AND HELL-
when you were young what did you dream of doing for a living?please take a moment and think about that for me.
id like to know what you do now for a living. are you doing what you dreamed of doing or are you living a life you never dreamed of? you see , im living a life i never dreamed of. i didnt plan on coming to prison. i wasnt born a criminal and i damn sure wont die one.please if you will be considerate of us that are in prison before you judge. some are wicked, corrupt and so evil you can see it in their eyes. yes, HELL DOES exist. BUT some are seeing every minute of every day that they made bad decisions and all they want is a second chance . a opportunity to make wrongs right and live life. so just because HELL exists doesnt mean you cant find HEAVEN. what im saying is its up to you if you want HEAVEN or HELL for your life. week in & week out you'll see HEAVEN and HELL in these pages. some things may be expected others may be unimaginable. but nevertheless experience us .
reach out to us and embrace us. we werent always like this.i myself want heaven and what better way to help me and others get there than YOU. we will share our hearts with you. share your hearts with us.whether its HEAVEN or HELL, help us get out of here and there. on behalf of the federal freedom writers : WE LOVE YOU . do you love us? only one way to find out for sure :SHOW US
when you were young what did you dream of doing for a living?please take a moment and think about that for me.
id like to know what you do now for a living. are you doing what you dreamed of doing or are you living a life you never dreamed of? you see , im living a life i never dreamed of. i didnt plan on coming to prison. i wasnt born a criminal and i damn sure wont die one.please if you will be considerate of us that are in prison before you judge. some are wicked, corrupt and so evil you can see it in their eyes. yes, HELL DOES exist. BUT some are seeing every minute of every day that they made bad decisions and all they want is a second chance . a opportunity to make wrongs right and live life. so just because HELL exists doesnt mean you cant find HEAVEN. what im saying is its up to you if you want HEAVEN or HELL for your life. week in & week out you'll see HEAVEN and HELL in these pages. some things may be expected others may be unimaginable. but nevertheless experience us .
reach out to us and embrace us. we werent always like this.i myself want heaven and what better way to help me and others get there than YOU. we will share our hearts with you. share your hearts with us.whether its HEAVEN or HELL, help us get out of here and there. on behalf of the federal freedom writers : WE LOVE YOU . do you love us? only one way to find out for sure :SHOW US
Anthony owens
bio : my name is anthony owens im 27 from ny single (and looking ...intently.:-)jj)no children and have mylife ahead of me . i was sentenced to 60 months for conspiracy to distribute cocaine. i should be home around july 7/08 god willing
if i said im anticipating that day it'd be an understatement . i love life and im ambitious to live life to the fullest.
alot of my appreciation for life increased after i received my second chance which was coming to prison.
theres so much id like to tell you about me but i am intrigued with you even more for being curious about me
real quick some things about me : i love to laugh and make others laugh.am passionate about music i love allkinds of music and i rap and write my own songs. i love everything about the word team i like to play my part whether it be for football or catering to a woman in a relationship i love to be outgoing and meet new people. i love languages from spanish to french to bosnian- i know a little of each and id like to learn if your willing to teach. like to read , love the xbox,love to talk and listen so i can learn about who im talking to i want to go sky diving id love to travel and skinny dip in paris . maybe even have sex in public . maybe its not a maybe and more of a DEFINITE but hey what do you expect im a leo(7/25) id like to know what you sign is ,your most embarrising moment of your childhood, favorite cereal, paper or plastic,on top bottom or from the back, sunset or sunrise,and would you rather prefer a romantic getaway or a candle lit dinner? your interestedin what goes on in here , im more interested in what goes on in you ( your thoughts - you sick puppy) and who you are i heard fair exchange wasnt a robbery. theres only one way to find out and that s to find out. read these thoughts . if you like them or dislike them id like to know why. send your email or write me . thats interesting send me YOURbio! write me and get at me - you can make diamonds out of coal so you never know what you may find if your willing to look. look for me and from me enjoy moments of infinte possibilities.
anthony owens 12864052
pobox 1000
f.c.i.
cumberland md 21501
if i said im anticipating that day it'd be an understatement . i love life and im ambitious to live life to the fullest.
alot of my appreciation for life increased after i received my second chance which was coming to prison.
theres so much id like to tell you about me but i am intrigued with you even more for being curious about me
real quick some things about me : i love to laugh and make others laugh.am passionate about music i love allkinds of music and i rap and write my own songs. i love everything about the word team i like to play my part whether it be for football or catering to a woman in a relationship i love to be outgoing and meet new people. i love languages from spanish to french to bosnian- i know a little of each and id like to learn if your willing to teach. like to read , love the xbox,love to talk and listen so i can learn about who im talking to i want to go sky diving id love to travel and skinny dip in paris . maybe even have sex in public . maybe its not a maybe and more of a DEFINITE but hey what do you expect im a leo(7/25) id like to know what you sign is ,your most embarrising moment of your childhood, favorite cereal, paper or plastic,on top bottom or from the back, sunset or sunrise,and would you rather prefer a romantic getaway or a candle lit dinner? your interestedin what goes on in here , im more interested in what goes on in you ( your thoughts - you sick puppy) and who you are i heard fair exchange wasnt a robbery. theres only one way to find out and that s to find out. read these thoughts . if you like them or dislike them id like to know why. send your email or write me . thats interesting send me YOURbio! write me and get at me - you can make diamonds out of coal so you never know what you may find if your willing to look. look for me and from me enjoy moments of infinte possibilities.
anthony owens 12864052
pobox 1000
f.c.i.
cumberland md 21501
Thursday, October 11, 2007
My thoughts
Hey mommy i just got back from seeing Hurrrrlllll Earl - we had a good visit which i made up for our last few encounters - ive been thinking of you all day - woke up thinking about you over breakfast (2 boiled eggs, grits and chipped beef) then i sat through my drug program not saying a word because you were on my mind constantly - all there words faded to the background of me thinking about my baby giving life to my baby - nothing else really matters anymore (makes me think of that Lauren Hill song "nothing even matters") but me and you - nothing means more - my life has vision and focus - it has a new meaning and i am grounded for the first time in my life and happy to be there - i taught my class at 12:30 but could never fully give the students the full attention that they deserved because once again i lapsed back to me and you and the joys that our future together will bring - damn Velly how lucky can one man be - i am sitting on top of the world (like the Brandy song featuring Mase) totally stress free living in the NOW moment feeling spiritual tribal protective to my little family who i love more than my own life - after class my day has been down hill Earl came after the 4oclock lock down and count and i told him how grateful i am to have you in my life - ooohhhhh Velly who would have ever thought a youngin like yourself could give life back to and old man like me - a reason to live a reason to fight the spirit to die and the soul that will live forever inside of me you and our son Kingston - i am eternal always and forever indebt to you for being my everything - thank you for giving me a reason to live free - 1000+ and forever
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Where in the pound is ButtMan 07 ???
its 11:49am but truthfully it feels later we do more before 12pm than most people do all day - i just got back from lunch (dry hamburgers with stiff fries) sat at the square table with 3 out of my top favorite 5 people who i call my partners Squeek, Paul Paul and Ant - the conversation over lunch consisted of the usual compound soap opera material - todays topic focus was the illusive "ButtMan07" many have talked about this porn magazine but few have had the pleasure of seeing it - it has been the subject of countless jail house debate - does the ButtMan 07 really exist and if it does exist is it circulating on this compound - we goes through the usual suspects (people who have claimed to have seen it but have produced no hard evidence (no pun intended) with few suspects and even less on solid leads we are forced to stop entertaining the thought of the magazine and focus on whats real - old reused porn........ David sampy
Monday, September 17, 2007
I walk amoungs the dead
I walk amongst the dead - they lay dieing in droves - they have lost their way -there dead and dont know it - i feel for them - i want to just call out yell out "LIVE" - but my voice would go unheard because they are already dead - already deceased - you cant call this murder only mental suicide fore they have given up on their selves given up on their life - i live in a morgue a resting place for the deceased - David Sampy
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
What is federal freedom writers?
"The Federal Freedom Writers is a collaboration of real life inspired stories, poems and memoirs written by Federal inmates who; although, shackled physically escape their current conditions through the freedom of expression."
Federal freedom writers Intro
Ever wonder what goes on in the Federal Prison system?....... well look no further. Did you know that Inmates in the Federal prison have access to computers and are able to communicate with their love ones and people from the outside world. I have a very close loved one incarcerated in Fedaral prison, and he always has interesting stories and incidents that happen within the jail cells, so I decided to create this blog so the world outside can see what is like inside the world of being incarcerated. Everyday I will publish different stories that have been emailed to me by inmates in the federal prison system, so the world can get a chance to feel what inmates that have been sentence from one year to LIFE.......Think about, feel like, and act within the world we forget even exist, but pay our tax dollars to create and maintain. This blog is the blog for the Federal freedom writers where the the inside world can get a chance to express themselves to the outside world with out any bars or officer holding them back to do so.
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