Women's work by Joseph Wright

Women's Work
Skin wrinkled and weathered by age and hardship
hand gnarled, their vitality nearly spent
but one final work to be done
a last piece of virgin granite to be chiseled
a difficult take, a man-child to be formed

Her work barely begun, but stared well,
the chisel she passed to younger hands
a pupil;well taught her master;s craft'
but still untested on so fine a piece-a child to be a man

Skillful hands, cut and smooth, buff and polish
molding a masterful piece,
art and artist, one begins the other ends,
yet the process only stared

WOMEN AND MEN
NOTHING STANDS BETWEEN MAN AND WOMEN THERE HIGHEST IDEALS
AND EVERY DESIE OF HEART ,BUT DOUBTS AND FEAR.
WHEN MAN AND WOMEN CAN WISH WITHOUT WOEEYING, EVERY DESIRE
WILL BE INSTANTLY FULFILLED.

IT IS MAN'S AND WOMEN ONLY ENEMY-FEAR OF LACK,FEAR OF FAILURE;
FEAR OF SICKNESS, FEAR OF LOSS AND A FEELING OF INSECURITY ON SOME
PLANE. WE MUST SUBSTITUE FAITH FOR FEAR, FOR FEAR IS ONLY INVERTED FAITH,
IT IS FAITH IN EVIL, INSTEAD OF FAITH IN GOOD.


FROM;JO-JO
MR.JOSEPH WRIGHT #34317037
F.C.I
P.O.BOX 1000
CUMBERLAND,M.D 21501

The view from my doorway by Sean Qualls

THE VIEW FROM MY DOORWAY

I'VE BEEN IN PRISON NOW FOR OVER (151/2) FIFTEEN AND A HALF YEARS, AND I'VE BEEN TO MANY DIFFERENT INSTITUTIONS. HOWEVER, NO MATTER WHAT INSTITUTION I'M IN I CAN TAKE A CHAIR AND SIT IN THE DOORWAY OF MY CELL AND THE VIEW PRETTY MUCH REMAINS THE SAME. I SEE MEN SLAMMING DOMINOES, CARDS, AND EVEN CHESS PIECES. THIS LAST ONE IS MOST SUPRISING, BECAUSE CHESS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A RELATIVELY QUIET GAME. YOU CAN ALSO HEAR THE WILDEST, AND LOUDEST CONVERSATIONS. MEN YELLING AT THE TOP OF THIER LUNGS ABOUT THE MOST TRIVIAL MATTERS. SUCH AS WHOSE ASS IS THE PHATEST BUFFIE OR MALIAH, OR WHO HAS THE MOST MONEY JAY-Z OR FIFTY CENT. HOW CAN THE ANSWER TO EITHER OF THESE QUESTIONS HELP US TO GET PREPARED TO RETURN TO SOCIETY? WILL WE REALLY BE READY TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THE PEOPLE'S LIVES THAT ARE WAITING FOR US ARGUING ABOUT THESE TYPES OF THINGS? I SERIOUSLY DOUBT IT!
I' M JUST WAITING PATIENTLY AND PRAYING THAT I GET A CHANCE TO SEE A DIFFERENT VIEW FROM A DIFFERENT DOORWAY SOONER RATHER THAN LATER.

Good morning by Nasim Perkins

Hi my name is Nasim Perkins #57342-066. I'm 5"8 215 pounds darkskin compeexion brown eye's with wavey hair, I'm at F.C.I. Cumberland P.O. box 1000 Cumberland,MD.21501. Ibeen down for five years and I have seven more to go Inshaa Allah [if God will] hopefully I can get back in court with with this crack law . I,m just looking for compainionship some with class and to respect themselve as a woman and know what she want out of life,and not allow anyone to controll her thinking. I't don't matter what race u are, I'm not races and i't don't matter what size u are but I like'em plus size. If u have what i't take to be a good friend then fly me in INshaa Allah[if God will] yes I'm muslim and I love Islam.

Food for thought by JO-JO

Let me introduce myself to the people!
First and formost my name is JO-JO,
I live in Baltimore Md.I like to write
poems and i enjoy reading and workout.
Also i like to share with the people my
though of life,and if there anything you
would like to talk about i wil like to listing.

Here's a food for thought;
Here's to friend both near and fear;
Here's to woman, man's guiding star;
Here's to friend we've yet to meet,
Here's to those here; all here i greet;
Here's to childhood, youth, old age,
Here's to prophet,bard, and sage,
Here's a health to every one..
Peace on earth and heaven won!
JO-JO

Kisses / All I want is to be happy by Ellis Kenneth

KISSES

THINK OF ME B-4 YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES
ALLOW ME INSIDE YOUR HEART
LET ME LAY IN BED BESIDES YOU
AND KEEP YOU COMPANY IN THE DARK
TRY TO USE YOU MIND 2 IMAGINE ME
GETTING CAUGHT UP IN THE MIDST
DONT BE AFRAID IF I STEAL A KISS
JUST TO SEE HOW YOU TASTE
TEMPTATIONS OF THE FLESH
AND AFTER THAT WE'LL BOTH LAY BACK
AND REST CHEST 2 CHEST



ALL I WANT IS TO BE HAPPY

ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE HAPPY
DOING IT BIG WITH MY OWN LUXURIES
THESE STREETS ARE THIEVES,
STEALING DREAMS THAT I GRINDED HARD TO ACHIEVE
YOU BETTER BELIVE ,
IM GOING TO PAST MY LAST POSITION
"I DO IT BIG ,WITH ALOT OF AMBITIONS
INTUITIONS TOLD ME SOMEBODY WAS SNICTHING,
MONEY HAD ME DEAF, SO I COULDNT LISTEN
NOW IM SITTING WISHING MY SENTENCE WAS SMALLER
ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE HAPPY,
AND A YOUNG BOSS BALLER

Writings from Anthony Owens

-Will you let me?-

I appreciate everything about the complexities of this rubix cube called: the Woman. I can agree when they say "You don't know what you have until it's gone". This is my appreciation for the woman I'm missing in MY life.....
From your pedicured toes
To your face so pretty and it shows
Your skin soft and your walk;seductive and Sexy
I'll be the man I can be if you let me
Your legs belong on a runway- model status what you are
To me in my eyes, a diamond so precious - my morning star
Your naval and stomach yearns for my touch
A passion that burns -results in - pink cookies gettin' crushed
By buildings to create children
Just imagine
Having a passion that burns daily minus the action
That makes vanilla cascades happen
Can you feel me?
Let my words massage your whole core
Let your heart beat with mine
At the same time
Never before
Experienced by mines truly, I love your smile
Your lips soft as silk: tongue fruit in my mouth
It's my pleasure to caress your neck
So, lay on your stomach for a while
While I massage your back and send chills up your spine
Is this love? If not it'll come in due time
Your gluteus is true
So I pay attention to the bubble
Sexually Sensual on the Senses
Apple bottom full of trouble
You smack my hands, laugh then rollover to your back
Your smile is like the sunshine
Unique to the max
Your eyes I can enjoy for days
Beautiful in every way
And your eyebrows compliment your face
I don't know why and don't want to understand but it's how I am
You can have a million friends just remember who's your #1 fan
Your beauty exceeds natural expectations
God Blessed you with a beautiful mind
Gotta be a favorite of his creations
And our conversations
Bring satisfaction
So my appreciation
Is shown through my actions
And found in these pages

If you haven't smiled by the time you got here - I'm not talking to you - I'm talking to her, with all due respect.
If you were smiling, I'm glad you feel appreciated and thank you for letting me enjoy you physically here. Next up is my mental enjoyment of you. My appreciation surpasses these words but I wanted to try. You deserve more. When will enough be enough? For you complex women, I doubt and "enough" actually exist. ;-)
But whether I'm close or far from it, please, let me know.
How else will I know what adjustments to make?
I'll be the man I can be for you if you let me. So the real question is: Will you let me?
Anthony Owens



-If being loved is your goal, you will fail to achieve it-
M.Scott Peck, M.D.
It's so hard to not feel resentment towards her. Tell me... is this selfish? I met her when I was young. I suppose more mentally young than physically but young all the same. She consoled me when I didn't care for myself or my well being BUT she was there. The acceptance, so unspeakable I barely can write it. So true, as You see these words it's obvious I can't hide it. But how could she leave when I needed her most? My life was dependent upon her and it's like she felt it. Knew it...then withheld from me my deepest desires. She was so proud. I see her in others' arms. She walks past me everyday... LOVE is her name.
When I don't want her, she's like a cat making her way to me. Since I don't pay her attention anymore, she starts to speak. Gradually she want to be around me - more & more. It's visible to me from her actions. She starts to flirt and her attempts at seducing me begin but I have my guards up and won't let her get close to me. I love her but I'm scared of her having me around her finger again. Enthralled with her and her ways. Spellbound by her and loving her. Loving LOVE. Loving to Love.
And Loving to be in Love.
I wonder if she loves me...? I would think she would. I feel I'm lovable. At times though, I feel it's not possible for her to love anyone other than herself. If I loved myself as I love her - would I look for her outside of me? Would I look for her in nature? Would I look for her in someone interested in me? Would I look for her in YOU?
Anthony Owens

Writings from George Timbers

-A Gift and Sometimes a Curse-
Have you ever thought that we are all born to die? So, wouldn't that make life more precious? As a child growing up we are taught to stay in a childs' place, but some children are taught to be little adults.
When we teach our children to stay in a childs' place they miss out on valuable lessons. What their parents talk about with other's concerning the worlds' issues, financial security, and how important hard work is. But a lot of parents try to shield their children from the world and that's where all the problems occur.
Now when children are raised as little adults they tend to take on more responsibility which will improve as they get older. Being taught at a young age the values and morals of being an adult should be taught in every household. What parent doesn't want their child to have the best chance in life?
Figure on spending close to the first twenty five years of your life searching for a niche in life. If you truly don't like what it is doing you'll be wasting valuable time. So find something you enjoy doing.
Then forty to sixty years perfecting or getting comfortable with all the decisions that have gotten you to this point. Oh, it's too late to complain about what I should've done now that time is running out, I have to try and make the most of it.
Some people go out of this world with a whole lot more pain then they caused coming in, why not live life to its fullest? There are millions of things to do but without happiness and the means to do them life is going to be painful.
Look around you, and ask yourself how many people do I associate with that are basically the walking dead. We have to be willing to help open their eyes, with the right approach ANYONE can change.
George Timbers

-Untitled-
Damn, how did I get in here, can you see me? All I see is a blank screen- there's not much room in this box, no where to go. Well the only thing I control are my thoughts and ideals. I'm always willing to share with those that will listen.
On this journey I've been through many trials but this one describes the victim. Oh, how I thought I was the predator, the person who had everything under control only to find out I was the victim of something greater.
I was a victim of my own creating, and sure every victim remembers the circumstances leading up to the climax of their instant offense. Well I accept full responsibility for losing focus of my goals, hurting the ones I love, and getting so caught up with what was going on around me I became something I used to dislike.
But lifestyles, material things, and ideas all play their roles in our lives, we spend way too much time peering at this box. Turn on the news for example: eighty percent negativity, how can so many people be concerned about something bad happening? If you keep talking about the bad- what should you expect to happen?
That's been my biggest problem, what I like to call pre-failure. We always say we want the most for ourselves but more than half the world is struggling, they say the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. Rich people say this for a reason, if they say it enough people will believe it. The more you are told something the easier it is to fall into it's pattern. You'll never be anything-how could anyone who cares say that to another person? They only care about what they are doing and most likely they aren't happy. I wasn't happy taking advantage of those dependent on drugs, but it took me to lose my freedom to realize I was my own worst enemy.
I would lie to myself, hurt my body with no disregard for the future, I really cared for nothing as long as I was satisfied. And that's the crazy part I feared what I wanted most, to be loved. Any dog can bite but they all like to be petted shown some act of kindness no different from a human.
I know what it's like to get up everyday and look in the mirror, and remain that person because when you can't have what you want you'll make the proper adjustments to achieve your goals.
George Timbers

Ms goodnight by Troy Adams

-Ms. Goodnight-

"Domino!" Mark yelled slamming down the domino on the table. "Let me get that money up off you." he said collecting the left over dominos the other three players had in their hand." 10...20...35... gimme 55." he said, counting the points on the black and white pieces to add to his score.
Just as he threw the pieces into the center of the table, Ms. Goodnight's voice came over the loud speaker, " Attention D-1 inmates, Mark Anthony, please report to your counselors office." "What the fuck this bitch want? She better have my half-way house papers ready. I'm tired of fucking with these people." he said, slamming the chair as he got up from the table. "I'll see ya'll later on. I gotta go see Ms. Goodnight - get your weight up. Ya'll niggas can't fuck with me in this shit." he said walking away from the table.
He made his way through the loud common area. Men were yelling and joking playing table top games and watching T.V. One man was on the floor doing push-ups, while another man cooked jail house shrimp fried rice in a bucket using the microwave.
Once at the back door where the counselors office was, Ms. Tiffany Goodnight was standing at the door waiting on him. Dressed in tight black dress pants and a white open blouse that showed her gold heart shape pendant resting between her round honey complected cleavage, she was the best thing going on the prison compound full of men.
"Come on in, please." she said, batting her eyes- blushing.
Mark had been in jail seven long years. Like a horny teenager, just the thought of a woman touching him turned him on. Whenever he watched the evening news, BET videos or any one of the P.G.13 movies the institution showed, his eyes would always be on the prowl for a phat ass or a beautiful face of a woman he could lust off.Being in the presence of Ms. Goodnight wasn't any help to the sex deprived man. Everything about her turned him on; the way her lips moved when she said his name, her long straight hair resting over her shoulder, and her small delicate face, with her gorgeous brown eyes that looked like they were looking straight through him whenever she looked at him, did something to him.
She let him in the door, and locked it. With his eyes glued to her round thighs, he followed her into her shoe box size office and sat down at the chair in front of her desk.
"Mr. Anthony" she said, smiling a perfect white smile. His dick began to harden from the way she said his name. " I called you in today because we have your half-way house papers ready." she said holding a manilla folder in her hands. "Nine times out of ten you'll be back so I'ma have to keep your files on hand here in the office for three years. I'm moving to another job with the U.S. Marshalls, so when you violate and come back somebody else will be your counselor." she explained, looking him straight in the eyes.
"What?!" he said in disbelief. " I don't believe this smart ass bitch gonna say some shit like this - do she know who I am? " he thought to himself. Ms. Goodnight got up from her cluttered desk and walked around to him. She stood in front of him and placed her small hands on his wavy head. his nose was now closer to her stomach, the smell of her warm body enticed him.
"Don't think I haven't been watching you." she smiled." I've been seeing you strutting from the shower all oiled up with baby oil all over your chest and arms." she said rubbing over his hard body.His dick was throbbing. Mark looked down, hoping he wasn't tearing out his khakis. " This might be my last opportunity to get with you, being as though you're probably coming back and I won't be here - I want you to fuck me, Mark- please."she said." What are you crazy?" he asked her trembling. His heart was pounding and his temperature started to rise. " Yes, crazy for you." she said." Now, fuck me."
Mark leaned back and looked out the pane glass door to see if the coast was clear. It was. He leaned back forward and ran his large hands up her blouse, then squeezed her firm warm breast. "Oh, yes!" she moaned with her head back letting her hair hang. "Fuck me now, Mark." she cried.
Mark stood up and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the ground and his swollen manhood burst out between the slit in his boxers. Ms. Goodnight swiped across her desk with her hand. Pens, folders, staples, papers, and even her laptop crashed on the floor. She quickly squirmed out of her pants and thong and jumped on top of her desk.On her knees, her round ass and pink pussy charmed him. He walked up from behind her holding his throbbing dick by its base , and slid it into her hot, wet pussy.
"That's right- fuck me, baby" she moaned , as he tried to force all of himself inside her.
In a steady motion , he forced his vein popping dick in and out of her. She cried from the pleasure she was receiving between her legs. "Oh,Oh Mark!" she cried.Mark opened his hand and smacked her on her ass. "That's right bitch - take this dick." he said, releasing all his built up frustration from being in jail on her. With each violent thrust all he could think of was how the counselors would bullshit around anytime he needed something. he thought of all the times he needed to call his lawyer and they said no, the times he cried and pleaded to get the year off for the drug program, no. How they didn't replace the broken microwave, and told him there was no way in hell he was going to the camp. "And now this bitch gonna say I'm coming back." he thought and thrust even harder. He stood behind Ms. Goodnight, fucking her brains out. Little did he know she was a pro. She pushed it back on him, taking every angry stroke. "I'm coming " she screamed "I'm coming - don't stop." she said, as her pussy twitched and snatched on his dick.
The alarm screamed. Mark jumped up sweating, looked out the barred window and saw the white police truck circling the compounds perimeter. "Damn!" he said to himself. He couldn't believe it. Once again he was cheated out of a nut.
by Troy Adams


Bio:
Name: Troy Adams
D.O.B: 1974
Crime: Conspiracy to Distribute Cocaine
Time: 151 months
D.O.Release: 2011

When I'm not writing, I enjoy excersizing, reading, and talking with friends.
I love spending time with my family and I am passionately waiting to be a part of my only sons' life
when I return to society. Prior to me coming to prison, I liked to attend major boxing events,
horse back riding and going to plays and shows. I am fun loving, very energetic and caring.

Problems by Romaine Gordon

-Problems-
One, Two, Three Thousand problems
Your problems is waking up - thinking who gonna walk the dog and cut the yard
My problems is going to rec - thinking one of these cats or dawgs gonna get they face cut in the yard
While you writing checks out to pay the bills
I'm sitting in the law library typing congress to pass this bill
You watching OZ thinking this show is real
I live in OZ thinking only if you knew how phony these actors was for real
You got married and all the guests agree that reception was loving
I seen marriages in here and walked off thinking this shit is disgusting
Your defender is Land Rover
My defender is public - that's a Jeep and I bet it do a better job representing me in a court of justice
To relieve your stress - you come home to a nice queen
To relieve my stress - I go back to the block get a fifi - baby oil and a couple magazines
rushing to work in traffic - you tell your boss - it's a miracle that you made it
While at the same time I'm telling niggaz it's a miracle if I get this funking sentence vacated
Romaine Gordon


Bio:
Name: Romaine Gordon
D.O.B: October, 25th 1978
Incarcerated for: Cocaine Conspiracy
Release Date: November 2008
Sentenced to: 10 years

From South Jamaica Queens, former product of my environment, this is my first time and (hopefully) last time incarcerated.
I hope maybe I can say some things to inspire the people who don't know what we go through or been through on a day to day basis.
Hopefully, some of the younger ones can take my story and learn from it. I have no kids and I been locked up almost all of my 20's. I would love to be able to come home and make a smooth transition into society. This is no place for anyone and I wouldn't wish this on even the people that gave me the time. One of the worst pain is emotional- so you can just imagine the feeling of not wanting to wake up tomorrow or take you next breath. I thank the Lord for relieving me of thoughts like this and guiding me to the light at the end of the tunnel.
So if I could stop just one more person from making my mistakes I feel I am on the right track but you know one is too little and a thousand is never enough.
Stay Up!!!!

When reality sets in George Timbers

-When Reality Sets In-
All my life I've been searching for things I already had freedom, happiness, and love. But somewhere along the way I lost focus of what meant the most to me and settled for something less.
For several years I wasted my time trying to achieve an imaginary dream selling drugs, living to do the streets dirty work. I got so caught up in what was going on around me that I lost focus of what I wanted.
All I wanted was to be loved, to be happy at what I was doing, to mean something to somebody. What I didn't realize, I already had everything. Right now I'm in a drug treatment program but the main subject we talk about is our behaviors. The behaviors that lead us to make irrational decisions, thinking for the wrong reasons and knowing what we do affects people around us.
One question I ask myself often is 'How can you hurt what you love?' I forced what I love to wait on me because of bad choices that I made. Now we are about to be united there are people in our lives for a reason. There is someone for everyone, some people search all their lives to find happiness only to compromise for something less. Then they become irritated after a period of time.
Due to the choices I've made in the past forced me to evaluate my life and to recognize where my life was heading. It gave me a chance to realize the things I wanted, God had already given me. We have been awarded so many miracles that we begin to take life for granted and think miracles have to be special gifts. But isn't it a gift to find that special person to love, to share your dreams with, that person that makes you feel complete? This person becomes the air you breathe, the food you drink, the energy that gives you life to go on. now that I've found my miracle, I have to prove that I understand that God gave me many tests and I learned a lot but I also failed a lot but through thick and thin Kelly stayed by me. no matter the extent of bullshit I put her through she stayed in my corner. Everytime the bell rung she was prepared to go another round with me now it's time to throw in the towel in for the streets to become the man she dreamt I could be. No longer will it be a dream, my gift to you is love.
You'll never have to wait again, you are the reason that's made me change. I didn't know what love was until i found you.
George Timbers

Writings from Kenny-SK- Ellis

"Power vs. Force"
My life has been driven by power and force.
I had choices to do things different. Money
gave me power and I was forced to change
within and instant. now I write "REALNESS"
for Federal Freedom Writers. Hoping someone
will listen, pay attention. Utilize the signs
of your own intuitions. Or be forced to live
your life by Federal Mental Submissions.
Kenny(SK)Ellis

"A Quickie"
I was purposely pissing off the
republican president by stacking
my paper to major profit off they product
they gave us, to get my people out of poverty.
And Bring my community some unity. For the
younger seeds to believe and achieve
their dreams and goals. Stay on their
toes and stay focused, ferocious and
fearless. And use what jewels I
have gave you or I'll see you as
earless. Did you hear this????
Strength(SK)Knowledge

Bio:
Name: Kenny- SK- Ellis
Born: 6-25-1983
Birthplace: Dallas, Texas
Crime: Possession with Intent to Distribute
more than 25 grams of crack cocaine
Time: 60 Months imprisonment
60 Months of Federal Probation
Release Date: In between 6-21-09/7-21-10

How I feel inside by Hood

-How I Feel Inside-
When I sit back and think about the time I did
Makes me reflect on the life of crime I lived
Everyday I sit back and try to figure out my path
Keep my eyes wide so I can see the snakes in the grass
As seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days
Days turn to months, months turn to years, Damn! I been gone for a minute
In the last 3 years I only had one visit
filled up with lies that they love me and they care
But when shit hit the fan I was the only one there
My roon is the size of your bathroom
Skin still scarred from the tightness of shackles
They tell me when to eat, sleep, shower, and fallback
I was under 21 wasn't ready for all that
I seen it all in my years, stress and Death
Men sleeping with men you could figure out the rest
I became best friends with my pen and my pad
Since my moms passed away and paralyzed my dad
Really made me realize all the problems I had
Compare your life to mines... see it ain't that bad
As my friends turn to enemies, my girl became a stranger
Love fades away and gets replaced by deep anger
Took me a while to see sunshine had to escape my zone
And put my past behind me cause I'm almost home

Hood

Longest bus ride I been on by Eric Tyrone Bryant aka hood

-Longest Bus Ride I Been On-
This is the longest Bus Ride I been on I can't get off
Thinking about the crime I did I'm still pissed off
Going to the feds, Damn what can I say?
Take it to trial or cop a plea. I'm doing time anyway
Now I'm locked behind these steel doors
Locked down time, no more phone calls, missing how I used to ball
Alot of new faces going thru separate cases
C.O.'s ready to beat my ass if I don't follow regulation
The food you can't eat, hard bed, you can't sleep
Ready to knock somebody out if they play me sweet
Same day, same night
Now wifey don't write, no money no kite
Outta mind, outta sight
So many rats out, I had to tap out
They ran up in my safe house I'm glad I got the safe out
No bail books is low, empty ass studio's
Be a while before I do a show
Damn, I can't wait to go
My mans out beefing, wifey out creepin'
These broke niggas eating, I'm down for 40 seasons
Do the math

Hood

Bio:
Name: Eric Tyrone Bryant aka Hood
D.O.B: 3/30/83
Place of Birth: Jersey City, NJ
Age: 24
Crime: Selling Firearms
Sentence: 117 months
Release: 2012
Genre: The less fortunate, people incarcerated, women of all ages
Style: Rapper/ Write R&B music
Motivation: Open the minds of Society

Be on the lookout for Black Mob Records coming soon
Web site under construction
Longest

How in the hell did I get here?

- How the Hell Did I Get Here? -

I recently celebrated my 37th birthday. Thank-you, I definitely didn't expect to make it to this age. The thing is I've been behind these fences for 16 of those 37 birthdays. I'm not complaining, at least I don't think so, but I am pondering on how the hell I reached this point in my life. Don't misunderstand me I am guilty, and extremely remorseful for the life that I took. So, I have no illusions about the fact that I deserve to be in prison, my thing is do I deserve to die here?
My mother did her very best to instill in me a sense of right and wrong along with different family members and her friends. However, once I reached a certain age I felt as though there was nothing a woman could teach me about being a man. That was one of my biggest mistakes. I now tell my mother every chance I get that she was right about everything she was trying to tell me.
I played football during high school, I'm not saying I was a star or anything, but I was alright. I graduated, and got the opportunity; No, I was blessed with the opportunity to go away to college. It felt like I got caught up in the matrix when I left school and ventured out into the street life. I looked up three years later and I was facing a long stretch due to a tremendously bad choice. Some thing for which I can never make an amends for. However, I do try my best to live my life in a manner that I have, or at least I'm trying, to learn from this situation. That still doesn't stop me from asking myself, "How the Hell did I get here?"

Sean Qualls

Name: Sean Qualls
DOB: 12-2-70
Crime: Murder 2
Time: 15 to Life
Date of Release: nothing definite but up for parole in 6/2010

I'm a straight shooter so basically what you see is what you get. I'm in a constant state of learning. Meaning that I'm a work in progress but I'm not where I used to be. I have many goals and dreams beyond these confines, I'm just struggling to be patient and stop from being to anxious about getting there.

All in a day in Federal Prison C. Smith

-All in a day in a Federal Prison-
Friday, December, 28, 07
Time: 6:00

I wake up, brush my teeth, wash my face make up my steel bunk( which we call a bed). I start my work detail cleaning up the laundry room that I get paid 60 cent a day to do. After that, I may go to breakfast. But on this morning we had something they call "shit on a shingle" ( which consist of a hard biscuit and mystery gravy meat), and hot brown water that is supposed to be coffee and let's not forget about the hard fried potatoes. After I come from breakfast I watch a little CNN News to see what's going on in the world before I start the drug program called RDAP; Residential Drug Abuse Program. It's Monday - Friday, 7:30 am to 10:30 am. Which consist of talking about your criminal thinking errors, attitude adjustments, rational and irrational thinking to help you make better choices in life besides a criminal and drug abuse lifestyle. And believe it or not, I'm really getting something out of it. Now that the program is over for the day and I have about a hour or so to kill before lunch, I go to my cell to read. Chow is called and their serving dry tuna fish, dry cake, and a little bag of stale potato chips and warm brown water that's suppose to be tea. The meals here are something else. You would have to see it for yourself to belive it but just take my word. After lunch I go to school for two hours, I might as well get something out of it. A lot of guys just watch BET and read magazines all day when they could be doing something positive with their time to better themselves. After school I go back to my cell to read or take a nap until the 4:30 pm count that everybody has to stand up on. Dinner's about 5:45 pm and it's the worse meal of the day, turkey ham. What the pig had sex with the turkey? Now the day is about over so i go to the gym to workout until 8:30. That's when they call recall. That means everyone returns back to your unit. At that time I take a shower, maybe watch TV for an hour before it's lock down at 10 pm. In the cell me and my celly (cell mate) may talk or I will read or listen to the radio before we hit the lights for the night . And that's all in a day in a Federal Prison. Next day same thing, different day.

C.Smith

A Little About Me
What's up? Me, I can't complain because life is what you make it. Besides I'm in a bad situation but I'm making the best out of it. Any way let me start by introducing myself. My name is Conrad Smith. Friends call me Rad for short. I'm 32 years old. I like to travel and have fun. I've been doing this time by myself and now I'm a year from the front door. I was born and raised in Columbus, Ohio. The reason for me writing this is because I get lonely at times and could use some words of encouragement that I can take home and use to make it through life. I'm always open for some positive feedback, or insight on life that can help me better myself. So when you find the time, hit me up.
C.Smith

Bio:
Name: Conrad Smith
D.O.B. 2-16-75
Crime: Poss. of a Firearm
Time: 57 months
Date of Release: 1-14-09

New Years George Timbers

New Years:

When I think of proposing a New Years' Resolution, it makes me wonder if I am actually trying to change my future. I've been living my resolution for several years now and if you knew my past you'd be impressed. I use to be every mothers' nightmare, the child who grew into the Devils' advocate. What I did was for ill gain but my biggest reward is getting my life back. My gift to the world is to stay the man I've become, who is open for improvements. I have the power to make my mother proud to call me her son. All my life it seemed as though I've been searching for that star that brightens my heaven, I just had to open my eyes. For years the disguise I wore also clouded my vision but over time evaporated like an early morning mist to let the sun shine through. Countless years I've practiced being other than I was taught and that's to be a man. I determine my own future so why wouldn't I want the best for myself? Don't you? Let's not wait to designate a time to consider of future, the time is now. If you wait it could pass you by.

George Timbers
12/21/07

Thoughts of the Hung over by Thesis

The following is G-14 Classified.

This is from an anonymous writer.
Thesis is very unique as you will see.
I hope you will enjoy this and send us
some feedback on what you think.
It would be appreciated.
Always with Sincerity,

Anthony Owens
Editor-in-Chief


Thoughts of the Hung Over:

Dudes walk around and play the part but not from the heart
They act in plays to play out tearing their own family apart
While torn are the fabrics that hold that " Us Against Them" together
Capitalism with a grin, closer to the temple than words: Change Weather
Whether he knows it or not, this is not a Black Comedy
We've seen funnier babies drown that were related to me
With the attempt made to claim that this is just a baptism gone wrong
Really it's race relative to post birth abortion old hymn style song
While "Abort the Mission If It's Critical", I sung with one lung
Dedicated this to Newport's Man named Marlboro at Pall Mall, for fun
Completely bought in to looking cool with bad breath and cancer
They stole my daughter's legs and sold me how she could've been a dancer
But due to the fact that these words fall on deaf ears, I digress
I strike my words and move to caring about T.V. and how people dress!

Thesis

The Time to change by James Berry

-The Time to Change-
Over the course of my life I've thought many times, I want to do something so great that I change the world... I know it's possible, it's been done before. History's filled with revolutionaries; whether the celebrated leader or the villafied conqueror, both impacted the world. Maybe that's it then, I'll be a general, politician, or terrorist, I don't know... something great and terrible. The world would feel me then, but nah... that's not my style. So what about me?! how can I make my mark? I'm pretty creative sometimes. I could write, invent, I've been known to spit bars. Maybe i'll do something like that. Yeah, maybe. But what I realize now is that there's only the now and the future is built from it. Change is a constant. The world changed when I wrote this, again when it was read and if there's a time it crosses a mind, there it goes again. It changes when you hug your kids, listen and be a friend or just give a smile to a passer-by. We underestimate our importance. An importance we don't have to earn because we have it whether we like it or not. The world feels our impact, even if they don't know they're feeling it and when I say they. I mean man, beast and tree. So if I ask you what time it is, the answer is now, and now is the time to change the world. What change are you going to make?

James Berry

Live life for yoourself by Anthony Owens

-Live Life for Yourself-

Finally, the new year is here and the crowd goes wild as the ball drops and celebration begins. What is Your New Years' Resolution? My New Years' Resolution is to be disciplined, dedicated and devoted to the future. Not just for myself but for those around me also. But I know I have to be focused on myself first, so I am and will be, this is My Year!! The year I return home. The year I crawl up out of this grave I've been buried alive in. They thought that it was over for me. They thought that I would let this consume me and I'd throw in the towel and let this 'graveyard' transform me into a corpse. I am not dead! I am living!! My hand breaks the surface of the earth and I see light. What I want this year I'm going to get. What do you want? What do you REALLY want? How bad do you want it? For that person out there that wants a promotion, go and get it. Arrive to work early or go on Saturday and learn the job thats over your own- Do Something!! Your boss isn't going to promote you because you want it. For that person out there who wants to lose weight, go and get it! You won't lose any weight eating ice cream while watching American Idol. Even though me & you like to do this, it won't get the results we're looking for. We have to make it happen. The slim waist won't happen on it's own, learn to do yoga or tae bo or start out with aerobics, Just Go and Get It! Nothing is coming to us guaranteed except death. I'd rather die later than be dead now. The time is NOW. NOW is your chance to live and be ambitious. Only you can stop you. And only you can get exactly what you want. Why chase someone else's dream? Put that dedication into your own life and make your dream a reality. Stop asking what if this or what if that goes wrong. Instead, ask yourself - How can I make this happen? What do I need to learn to make this reality for me? Do yourself a favor: Live Life For Yourself. This is my New Years' Resolution to you; Live Life For You

Editor-in-Chief
Anthony Owens

Fortune cookie from todays lunch by George Timbers

-Fortune Cookie from Today's Lunch-
Dear World,
This is the last day of the year, and my last one spent away from those I love. They say music soothes the savage beast but I'm not a beast, I'm a man. I'll be the first to admit I haven't acted like one but we all make mistakes.
On this night I will not propose any type of resolution, for I will always try and better myself. Why put a date or time on something that'll better you? It could pass you by.
Tonight everyone was in an upbeat mood because we're going into a new year and this year everyone of us in the program, at the moment, will at least make it to the half-way house but a few won't. That's more than enough to be glad.
For too long I've been like a fish out of water, a sheep in disguise. Now I can only be myself. Very few people if any can say they know the true George.
Well, this year I am only going to be myself. Welcome to the real world Mr. Timbers.
The World is Only What I Make It
George Timbers

Anytime Anthiny Owens

Anytime:

As I was sitting here Brian McKnights' song 'Anytime' came into my head. So, I ask you - Do I ever cross your mind Anytime? It's strange because I find myself thinking of you. Your name, how you look, your age, what you do for a living and a million other things I would only know if I knew you on a day-to-day basis. I'm sure you have alot going on in your life but do you think of me at all? Out of sight, out of mind is a reality for us in here. Would it take for me to become a household name and your favorite artist for you to give me a moment of your day, just by listening to me? Or what if I was moving to your area, destiny pulled us together and my name resurfaces in your life(on a more intimate level) would you think of me when I'm gone? Would you look forward to hearing from me then? Would my words have more meaning if I was your brother incarcerated? Well, if I loved you and sat my jacket down over every puddle you crossed, opened every door for you, had a good relationship with your mother and you with mine, I even know how to touch you, know how to kiss you, know how to lick you and how to stick you..and on top of that I'd give you the last bite of my chicken parmesan and you know how I love it but I'd be trying to show you I love you even more - Would that help you think of me when I'm out your sight? Would you be my friend through my time of need? Could you be faithful to me? Or would everything you and I have done for our relationship be worth nothing when I'm out of your presence? These things and so much more cross my mind when I think of you, whoever you may be. I think if you were here beside me you may understand how it feels to wonder if your family and friends will be alright and everyday in good health. But back to you. Everytime I write I want you to feel me and open your mind for stimulation so we can be one together, however brief that moment may be but I'd like it to be our moment to be shared. But the fact of the matter is I've forever been out of your sight. I never sent you roses to your job to make you the topic of discussion between your co-workers. You have never been nervous from anticipation of seeing yours truly. However, I have opened my heart so it can spill love on these pages for your mind. I have let you know I'm just as curious about you, if not more than you are of me. Does your curiosity continue when you turn off your computer? If I am in your mind what do I look like? Please let me know the answer to this! I may not be high yellow in the winter and bronze in the summer in your mind. Maybe my teeth are perfect and I don't have that front one chipped. Maybe I'm 6feet 2 and a little chubby instead of 5'7'' and slim with a 6 pack. Maybe I'm the answer to all your dreams you wish for in a man. Well, however you may see me in your mind - it doesn't matter long as I'm in your mind. Listen to 'Anytime' and while you do visualize me. I can be your father,cousin or brother, closest friend or most satisfying lover. I may, for now, be out your sight but see me in your mind how you like. Long as I'm there- out of sight but in your mind see me very clear. I'll be there for you in time physically - so for now enjoy me mentally..visually... Anytime

Anthony Owens

The power of love Squeeky Johnson-bey

WITHOUT DOUBT OR CONTRADICTION WHEN I SAY THAT
LOVE IS THE RULER OF THE UNIVERSE AND THE ONLY ELEMENT
NEEDED TO BE CONTENT, ITS SURELY IS JUST THAT.
I EXPERIENCED IT FIRST HAND OUT OF A PERIOD OF BEING "M.I.A."
AND THE NATURE OF ITS FORCE BLEW ME AWAY. I AM BEYOND THE
CONCEPT OF BEING GRATEFUL. EVERYTHING FALLS ON THE SHOULDERS
OF "OPERATION GET ME".
WITHOUT KNOWLEDGE OR CLUE OF THE HAPPENING EVENTS, I WAS
CALLED TO ATTEND WHAT I CALL ''THE HALL OF FAME''. UPON GOING
IN THERE I WAS PUZZLED ABOUT WHO IT WAS THAT REQUESTED MY
APPEARENCE, AND TO MY EYES IT WAS AN ARRAY OF LOVE THROWN MY
WAY. FIRST I SAW THE BEAUTIFUL AND DEAR TO MY HEART "APRIL". IF
YOU COULD GRASP THE WAY I FELT ABOUT SEEING HER TEARS WOULD'VE
FALL LIKE THE DRIZZLE OF RAIN IN THE MONTH OF APRIL. MUCH NEEDED
AND THE REFORM OF LIFE BEGINS. YEAH THAT WAS A JOY TO ACCOUNT
FOR IN MY MENTAL. BUT THE ???? STILL REMAIN, BECAUSE I THOUGHT SHE
WAS MET WITH OPPOSITION IN ODER TO SEE ME. AFTERWARD THOUGH I
SEEN MY SISTER-N-LAW & NEPHEW/GOD-SON. THE POWER OF THAT WAS
STILL HOLDING WEIGHT.
THE EXPLOSION OF IT THOUGH CAME IN THE FORM OF "MGM GRAND" IN
LAS VAGAS BEING BLOWN TO BITS, WHEN I LOOKED OVER APRIL'S SHOULDER
AND SEEN "THE QUEEN">>>>>>>>>>MY MOTHER AND HER FLOCK>>>>MY LITTLE
SISTER & HER KIDS....tHEY WERE ALL SMILES AND THE LOVE WAS PUSHED OUT
ASAP. I MEAN, THE WORTHINESS OF SEEING EVERYONE AND HOLDING THEIR
LOVE INSIDE OF ME IS TRULY SUMS UP IN THE WORD OF >>>>>>>>>>WOW!!!!!!
DON'T ALLOW ANYONE TO DISRUPT OR SHORTEN THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR THEM
BECAUSE LOVE IS THE KEY TO THE ELEMENTS OF LIFE..........Squeeky Johnson-Bey

Words of a Prison cell by Wilkes

Words of a Prison Cell:

I come in different sizes. No matter the size I drive people crazy. I've seen things you will never see. I hear things you will never hear. You wouldn't believe what I know. I know more about your husbands, brothers, sons, uncles, nephews, cousins, and homies then you would ever know. They can lie to you and play the roles they play. I hold the truth. I know who's a closet homo but to you he's a man. I know who's a snitch but to the compound he's a stand up dude. I see peoples true feelings. Who misses their family and loved ones, plus those who plan to brake the law. I'm awake all the time. I know who steals but to the compound he's a real nigga. Everything I see and hear isn't always bad or negative. I also know who's smart and learning things to stay away from me. Sometimes I'm your enemy and sometimes I'm your friend. You come to me willingly or by force. You come to me to fight or to weep your remorse, I can go on and on and never end. But you need to remember I'm designed to make you want to stay out of the pen.

100%
Wilkes

12/14/2007 Squeeky Johnson-bey

12/14/07

The makings of another day,still fills my thoughts.
I hope that you understand . I talk with with Dee-Dee last
night and for some kind of reason I seems to know when
hurt/harm, or danger assumes her path. She is going through a lot
things and it aches me to see her go through it. I do the best I
can for greater of good.But it's not enough. I fear the fact when I
come home that I will be faced with the a good chance of returning
to the ways-of-old,behind her past relationship. Life goes on though
and i won't aloow it to stop me from moving on. I love the lady and
that's not enough, because I want the best for her as well too.
I have to be there for my son beyond all stumbling blocks and
play my position to the fullest. That is what its all about "playing position"
learning your role in this life. Everybody can't be the King or Prince. But I
do hold the key to my destiny.........and I am KING>>>>>>>>> Squeeky Johnson-Bey