‘Within Arm’s Reach of the Belly of the Beast’

Can’t Incarcerate Faith: a poem

Wrongfully locked up in a place so DARK most listen to the devil speak, still I fear NONE except the one who sacrificed his only son for me. Family, friends even lovers are easily disguised in those streets outside and without a sober mind it’s hard to truthfully see sometimes…UNTIL those cells doors close and you’re within arms reach of the belly of the beast, where time stands still, as you detox from life’s ills. Mentally and physically awaken renewed to a revealed truth, as blunt and hurtful as it may be, the only one I can rely on…the man I speak of is merciful and almighty, keeping satan in line, he has even given me a sense of freedom and peace of mind as well as an unbreakable faith while I am unjustly confined, temporarily, because they can’t hold us forever. When he is working miracles in the midst NEVER say never.

“My son you will be home hugged up with your kids” not just I, you, too, keep me in your prayers and vice versa, soon you will see. Through good times and bad times you can honestly and faithfully depend on GOD.

Peace and Love,

Maryland

Break the jail. Now.

the following was written by a very young supporter of Inside-Outside Alliance at a recent meeting.

People should help break the jail. One reason is they say they put bad guys in there, but they (jail staff) do bad things, like you only eat certain things. Another reason is some cops just want to be mean and do not care about you. They do not have a life so they come when they want. We will break the jail. If not, we will keep fighting.

What we want to do: Break the Jail.

When: Now.

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tearing it down

“When I’m Gone”

Gotta know where I’ve been and what I’ve been through/

Gotta know what I’ve seen and what I’ve seen through/

Sacrifice, trying to make money stack/

And the times I called on the Lord but he ain’t answer back/

Prison bars, metal bunks, this stuff really got so deep I needed swimming trunks/

What am I facing, my mind is pacing/

My time is wasted sittin just patiently waiting/

I’m holding strong, everyday/

I’m losing weight, starving off these prison plates/

No visitation, no mail neither/

My heart is getting colder and suffers from ether/

But I play my role, for my families’ sake/

Cuz I ain’t really trying to hear the excuses they make/

Get on my knees and say a prayer/

Cuz God gone be the one that’s gone lead me to paper

–D-Blocc

‘Not falling for the trick this system uses…’

Jan 4 2017

Dear —

Hello to you all the IOA. I pray you all had a wonderful holiday season. Yes, I’m still here after 39 months standing strong in my faith. Refusing to bend. Not falling for the trick this system uses (waiting you out) hoping you sign a plea for something you did not do! Continue reading