Here After written by Stephen Reed

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 so much destruction in the world, beauty is hard to see. The aromatized smell of a morning flower; while watching crisp blue skies as you pass away an hour. A smile so fresh and alluring, is it enough to get me by; as I reminisce in my mind’s eye. Picture perfect, how could this be love; with so much destruction in the world, beauty is hard to see. Hypnotic, you’re in a trance like state, euphoria has set in and taken place; now you see beauty has no face. Picture perfect, how could this be; with so much destruction in the world, beauty is hard to see. What my eyes have seen as the day comes to an end; picture perfect can only exist captured on canvas for all to enjoy from deep within. Note: We are not a pen pal website, to contact the listed individuals you must be 18 years or older and do your own research. Writer profile Stephen Reed By Stephen Sugarman Reed S.V.S.P. C2-128 P.O. Box 1050 Soledad, CA. 93960

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 up to be somebody one day But damn things change, seventh grade was all about gunplay Too young to buy one so it was B & E for your gun safe Broken promises like mom don’t worry I’ma stop someday Find some way to get up out this usafe hood that none say good things about And I think about a lot of stuff during times like this I was acting blind with my mind And committing crimes on drugs is a bad mixture I lost sight of my dreams and lost sight of my bigger picture Now I’m in a cell with a Bible the Holy scripture Trying to change my life so I don’t go back to the trigger Cause one squeeze has momma on her knees, begging the Lord please Please bring my son back I’ll clean up his closet of all the drugs and the gun rack I can’t lose him yet Lord he just got out of prison But regardless, God’s got a plan full of force on a mission So momma can beg and cry but still this prayer remains distant And He ain’t going to listen Don’t get me wrong, I pray to God and am a solid christian But I’m still washing clothes in the same pot that I piss in Wishing I could eat, but got to wait for police To come get us, so to pass the time I sleep Trying to escape in a dream but it seems all I’m catching is nightmares And the night air is no joke It’s so cold, you fight for warmth but mother nature don’t fight fair Old homies don’t give a damn, well some of them might care But that’s rare I learnt that God and family’s the only ones that are right there... Writer profile in here Note: We are not a penpal website, to contact the listed individuals you must be 18 years or older and do you own research.

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 have it But everytime I drop a habit I wait till no one’s looking, then circle back and grab it What’s wrong with me? What’s going on with me? I long for peace so bad it’s got me on my knees Everytime I sing the same song its please The same movie comes on the scene is me I beg for mercy every time it comes on repeats The ending is a needle in my arm deceased Please Lord… I really escape from this demon It is hard with all the stress from this place that we in I fight with myself, I don’t want it I mean it The devil’s speakin His voice in my head “Yes you do it you’re fiending” I try to resist But I need some assistance I can’t do it on my own, that’s a failed mission Some try to preach to me, they speak game and wisdom But I go by what I see there’s no practice with them So I tilt black in caps stuck in the system I don’t know what you want me to say my friend Get on my knees dear Lord it’s time to pray again... Writer profile in here Note: We are not a penpal website, to contact the listed individuals you must be 18 years or older and do you own research.