‘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

‘DCJ: Same shit, different toilet’


What’s up IOA? Thanks for writing. I’m hanging in there. Can’t really complain, God let me wake up. But as far as DCJ goes, same shit, different toilet. They find a way to make our lives worse by the day. The pod that I’m in has had a problem with our kiosk for damn near a month and the jail has still failed to fix it. Continue reading

‘It’s cold and there’s nothing to do in here’

Hey,

It”s cold and there’s nothing to do in here…I don’t want the new visitation thing. My family comes from an hour and 30 minutes away. Crazy, rite?

You can put this poem in.

 

My friend, I stand in judgment now

And feel that you’re to blame somehow

On Earth I walked with you day to day

And never did you point the way Continue reading

“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

‘We jumped off the porch without thinking twice’

Story to the Government

We’re innocent

Until proven guilty

But really

It’s the other way around

Cops want a face

When that body hits the ground

Be careful what you say

There’s snitches all around

I’m not finish with you yet

So sit your ass down

I have a story to tell

We grew up without

A mother or a father

Which made life

A lot! more harder

Tried going to school

But wasn’t getting any smarter

So we jumped off the porch

Without thinking twice

Started carrying guns, selling drugs

And shooting dice

Who are you to judge us

Until you life our life

You don’t feel the pain

Under the scarred tissue

We call skin

You look at us like animals

But you don’t know

When, what or where

We’ve been through

You couldn’t be us

So focus on being you.

–TRE