Sweet

I think some of the best poetry is most likely written in prison. You are in a place where you have deep emotion, either anger, sadness, fear, maybe to some even joy. A musician, Buddy Tabor would go into prisons and perform his music for the inmates. With the inmates approval, he collected and published some of the poetry they had been writing. Out of the works I have had the chance to read, this is by far my favorite and I wanted to share it with y'all. I love the spirit behind it, that even though it is a dreadful experience to be in the pit of a prison cell this person is not letting it ruin his life or his spirit. He is surviving, not letting the conditions crumble him, but yet using them to create.

The steel has not made me cold

Nor the stone made me hard

Nor the gray made me colorless.

The dopefiends have not made me scandalous

Nor the cops made me hateful

Nor the hateful made me heartless.

The food has not killed my appetite

Nor sexlessness killed my desire

Nor lifelessness killed my thirst

They gave me no water for my garden,

Gave me sand for seeds,

And I grew flowers

And low fruit,

Enough to color the walls

And make stale rice

Taste sweet.

Rite a Riff

I was in the slum, didn't really know what decisions to make in the time period of my life. I was frustrated, confused, and whenever I get in this state of mind, I write. I express these feelings through words, let the rhythm flow, open my eyes to my thoughts. I don't really know what my mind is truly thinking until I write it down, and then I understand. It clicks. I like this fast write because it has good imagery and wording, and it just flows. Hope you enjoy:

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The world spins around me 

unanswered questions 

thoughts left lingering 

my body aches as if there is no tomorrow 

life is a mystery to me

what will come next? 

and what should I do? 

choices, choices lay unattended 

as if they are laying across a table just waiting to be picked 

all the consequences, but all the rewards 

film across my vision 

as I contemplate what to do, 

I relax, I let all the stress fall away

every list, every chore, every practice, one by one 

I sit in the moment, my mind wanders to a happy place....

the birds chirp around me, the sun rests on my face and I daze...

I envision the life I want, what I want to be in 10, 20, 30 years

what will I regret? what will I remember? 

what do I wish to accomplish? 

these thoughts, visions float, wander 

to dream is the first step of success, 

but to get there is entirely different

first though, 

we must all, 

come into that realization 

of our dream, 

our future, 

OUR life, 

not others. 

Read a Riff

This is a poem I created with my own mind. It is a thinking poem, quite mind boggling to some. We all interpret poems differently, but I assure you that this is one that has many people wondering what is really meant by the language of the words. I love it because it makes your mind work hard to think outside the box. Read it, enjoy it, contemplate it, and leave me a comment as to what your mind is saying to YOU.

The Hidden Secrets

In the years of merciful authority,

When our thoughts are blinded by silent anguish

It’s the humble insanity that gets us through

Knowing that one-day our destiny will overcome us

The marbled floors that we call home

Will eventually become dissolved as if they were never there

Our memories soaked in a cloak of remembrance

As the authority once again prevails

In a bleak, relentless world of time