Donnerstag, 29. April 2010

Kamikaze, come fly

CHRISTOPHER: I wrote this after the 2nd convict hung himself here on my pod in a month March-April 2010.
--I thought the daily cocktails were so suppose to help them cope with that anxiety`s..not coax them into freeing themselves from them...
--It`s clear what the penitentiary is for, store and not restore,...on must do this himself...
--Rehabilitation`s a joke, cause who`s to say you were "-habilitated" in the first place, to be "re-" anything...


With right constantly upon me,
and days deigning no rays,
just say how shall I see,
if my scars did not guide the way...

My sky is overcast with pain
like skid marks in soiled draws, I`m stained,
soul and spirit attempt divide,
at war...where wind and wing collide
didn`t get the note I needed
though the days still come unheeded,
encouraged by an urge within,
to hide my hurt and not give in,
uncertain if the curtain is closed,
where the way is lost no one knows...


Searching past the vastest questions,
where from the blackness came a blessing,
addressed from where dilemmas stem,
always will life be filled with them,
lowered by the lingering things,
pacing as the pendulum swings
sneaking between my heart and mind
side by side yet too blind to find
the hostage on the horizon
a paralyzed sun tired of rising


Kamikaze com fly
let gravity deny
the weight of my sorrow
repressing tomorrow...
trying to mold my hopes,
against itself like ropes,
leaving my regret,
suspended in a twist...
with blemish blent to bliss

Montag, 12. April 2010

Questions from Christian..

Questions from Christian....

I wish I could take classes to further educate myself. Think about this: Why can an inmate serving a life sentence who will never get out be able to take classes in school but not Death Row? If neither is to get out then whats the difference?
This place wants to just put us in a cage and forget about us. I think of stuff like this.
Do you think thats weird?

--------Letter from April 1, 2010...Christian (21) is only but a year now on Death Row and still needs to get adjusted somehow...

Samstag, 3. April 2010

Better man....

It`s cold..and it`s dark and I`m all alone
stuck in this insanity so far from home
but I still stand,
and when I emerge
I`ll be a better man
Tear-stained letters is what I been receiving
I told her I`ve changed
but she don`t believe me
if only she knew...
How low I feel for the pain I`ve put the world through
confined to a box 24/7
I stopped praying long ago for there`s no proof of heaven
She say that "I`m crazy"
She say "talk to Him, He`ll make it gravy..."
She say "with Him all things is possible baley"
me...I just don`t believe it ---
You wouldn`t either if you see what they be feeding
You wouldn`t either if you were to see how they fuck us over and be cheating
You wouldn`t either if you woke up to hear them screaming....
There`s no politially motivated religion that can help me through what I`m living
just inner peace and the soul of a warrior that I`ve been given,
I am what I am,...a man rooted in reality
A man with both arms tied behind his back due to the creation of captivity,
but I still stand,
and when I emerge,
I`ll be a better man...

By: Tito T. Bolden
#1258742 @ Cy
899 FM 632
Kenedy, TX 78119

Donnerstag, 1. April 2010

your absence

In your absence, I feel your presence
from the warmth you bring to my heart
Thoughts of you always on my mind
soulmates are never really ever apart
so though you are absent in my life
As I am in yours each day
we are bound together, each to the other
Present in our hearts, in our special way...

H.Lee march,11 - 2010