Despite growing up in a Christian home, attending church, & even being an Altar boy, it's safe to say that while I knew about God, I really didn't know God. By age 17 1 had dropped out of school, h

Picture Perfect written: July 12th, 2017 Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; just like the sweet sounds of music that formulates in the mind of a composer. Picture Perfect, how could this be; with s

Yesterday I was going backward and forth with a dude, a fully fledged verbal alteration. Before I knew it, or even realize it, I was in a physical alteration. The same day I woke up early like I usua

‘Here After’ written Sept. 30th, 2017 4-ever disconnected from the world you once knew; before your eyes is a sea of white clouds and skies the color of baby blue. U was sure u were here to stay; y

A Caged Mind written Feb 2nd, 2018 A universal mind trapped in a cage; no room to roam, so full of rage Freedom is my destiny to explore; but 4 concrete walls is hard to ignore. Restricted, bound by a

The Tri-Fecta Written; Aug. 14th, 2017 The ‘Tri-Fecta’, broken pieces, cracked sidewalks, how about shattered glass; They’re all equipped to cause misery and pain, but it’s all about you and how long

Growing up I had dirt bikes and my sister always had pets. She had a cat, gerbil, horse, hamster, & a goldfish. I think she even had a pet rock once. But the animal I remember most was her pet rabb

I commence with my writing, jotting down my notes in compositions log. What was odd was that these thoughts turned broad and pretty soon developed a life form of their own. Born of dust, thus I was ma

know you can't stand the yellings, screamings and calls. I know you're in there behind a lie—or something you did impulsively and can't remember why. I know you can't cry, and that you 've thought

One day they threw me in a cell Locked the door and said farewell I pondered my fate as I sat in my cell I counted the bricks and bemoaned my new hell I hated my cell, but I hated me more I scream

I just oppened up my book, and took a look at this one page At a young age, I was shining brighter than the sun’s rays I’d study through the weekend to win that spelling bee on Monday Hoppind I’d grow

My addiction is contradicting with my way of life I’m trying to remember my prayers but can’t say them right The holds too tight and the grip is savage I say I don’t want it no more and that you can h

1) The Time I have wasted is my biggest regret 2) I thought of you today 1) Spent in these places I will never forget 2) Remember the beach? 1) Just sitting and thinking of the things i have done 2) A

A Piece of Mind written Jan 13th, 2019 If I could put a lasso around the moon; I’ll pin it to the ground so it could hover above my head like a balloon. As I lay, picturesque so serene; a vision to

Street Life written: Oct. 16th, 2017 Reality, is hers to own, beautiful, delicate and sweet; her mere presence can leave you mind void as though someone’s pressed delete. Her play is to be admired, “v

Our thoughts create our feelings, beliefs, and behaviors. Because of this it is important that we pay close attention to our thought life. Growing up I had an addict for a mother and stepfather and w

No person is born bad. When we are born we are like a ball of soft clay and we often take the shape of whatever we are molded into. When we are children and our conscious mind mind is not developed, w

We write to heal, to see; as therapy. As a way to become temporarily free. We write to experience the things we will never explore. We write to live beyond these barbed wire fences and caged doors.

I shall proceed in my purpose despite prison’s pugnacious and perverse milieu I shall never lament about what is lost I shall labor to love those like me My legacy will loom large If I can enlight

Yesterday my hands held treasures. Precious gifts from God above. My daughter’s tiny palm in mine. Eyes filled with trust and love. As we crossed the busy street. To reach the other side. I remembe