Freedom writers

Women's work by Joseph Wright

2008-05-27T18:00:00.000-07:00

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

2008-05-27T17:57:00.000-07:00

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

2008-05-27T17:53:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-30T17:09:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-30T17:00:00.000-07:00

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

2008-02-19T08:36:00.000-08:00

-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

2008-02-16T12:25:00.000-08:00

-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

2008-02-14T17:15:00.000-08:00

-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

2008-02-08T14:10:00.000-08:00

-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

2008-02-06T08:25:00.000-08:00

-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

2008-01-30T08:24:00.000-08:00

"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

2008-01-30T08:20:00.001-08:00

-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

2008-01-29T18:28:00.000-08:00

-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?

2008-01-29T18:22:00.000-08:00

- 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

2008-01-17T18:37:00.000-08:00

-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

2008-01-17T18:32:00.001-08:00

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

2008-01-07T16:48:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-05T09:46:00.001-08:00

-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

2008-01-05T09:29:00.000-08:00

-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

2008-01-05T09:23:00.000-08:00

-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

2008-01-02T10:31:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-02T10:00:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-02T09:48:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-02T09:47:00.000-08:00

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

Christmas in a cage George Timbers

2007-12-26T11:57:00.000-08:00

-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

My game of life William Ramone Clay

2007-12-26T11:56:00.000-08:00

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

Business B-4 Pleasure Squeeky Johnson-Bey

2007-12-25T11:13:00.001-08:00

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

Fingers Crossed @-da0movies Squeeky Johnson-Bey

2007-12-25T11:05:00.000-08:00

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

Writings and poems from Ponell Johnson

2007-12-25T10:54:00.000-08:00

-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...

N ever thought I'd be living in a mens room

2007-12-25T10:53:00.000-08:00

-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

From Nowhere to Now Here Kenneth W. Tolbert

2007-12-16T18:24:00.000-08:00

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...

Knots of Tension Squeeky Johnson-Bey

2007-12-16T18:09:00.000-08:00

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

Soldier at war Jayson Wilkes

2007-12-16T17:57:00.001-08:00

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%

Da N Side Fight Southworth

2007-12-16T17:55:00.000-08:00

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

48 cents Anthony Owens

2007-12-15T16:06:00.000-08:00

"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?

Fortunate to have you Anthony Owens

2007-12-10T21:01:00.000-08:00

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.

writings from xavier jacques jackson

2007-12-10T20:57:00.000-08:00

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

December 10th a special day-James Berry

2007-12-10T07:59:00.000-08:00

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

15 minute break by Xavier Jacques Jackson

2007-12-08T20:27:00.000-08:00

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.

What does it mean to be free by James Barry

2007-12-06T18:43:00.000-08:00

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.

James Barry

2007-12-06T18:42:00.001-08:00

bio: james barry
cinncinnati ohio
4/11/81
possession w/intent to distribute extasy
release : may 27 08

Birthday in prison by Jayson Wilkes

2007-12-06T18:40:00.001-08:00

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%

Jayson Wilkes

2007-12-06T18:37:00.000-08:00

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

Heaven & Hell by Anthony Owens

2007-12-06T18:36:00.001-08:00

-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

Anthony owens

2007-12-06T18:33:00.000-08:00

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

My thoughts

2007-10-11T08:43:00.000-07:00

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

Where in the pound is ButtMan 07 ???

2007-09-25T11:48:00.000-07:00

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

I walk amoungs the dead

2007-09-17T12:24:00.000-07:00

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

What is federal freedom writers?

2007-08-15T17:47:00.000-07:00

"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

2007-08-15T06:27:00.000-07:00

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.