forever-works from my book...The edge of the creative mind journeying to the center of imagination
forever
The judge's gavel slams down with force
Justice's many participants begin their course
As they leave with their lives intact for another day
The people move in a trance-like blur to the sound away
My mind has stopped to input what has occurred
Many voices speaking at once are now slurred
My heart beats as my legs weaken from the trauma
I think wildly if I can even get help from Obama
But who am I but a lowly scourge of society
Who thought that I would gain notoriety
As what a stone cold killer would provide
I guess everything I thought except even looking outside
I realize that I am crying through tears that I have never known
My tatted up face is washed with the very innocence my eyes sown
My features as tough as they are must give satisfaction
From a man that I will never see again, or a man grants retractions
Those old white eyes have seen many break down to the gavel
They are both cruel, and remorseful alike not able to understand like babble
This dance occurs to the point that is beyond routine
It is disgusting from him to me but to the victim to him just justice pristine
The eyes speak of two truths that bend into one
The cycle will never ever stop or finally be done
These thoughts rush in my mind as I wish I was the prey
But am really a rabid dog that must pay...?
For the crimes of man tries to put a dent...
Into a cycle of hate that others once put up the cents
For the cage that you dare say a human being pay rent?
The court moves at a normal speed as my mind wanders
I constantly remember each step towards my ultimate blunder
Look at me now mom...your song of redemption I never sang
Instead hustle on the corners singing only songs of cruel slang
The night sky was my hunting grounds with the crisp night air
Killing with no impunity all the neighborhood men as well as their heirs
Might as well for they have no fathers to teach them the way
Just killed many generations as in diapers these men lay
Waiting to be men too soon as the night's darkness is a reality
In a hole in a prison, or in the dirt screaming to forever seal me
Am I lucky to be in a prison, or am I unlucky to not be in dirt?
Forever is forever as I realize I will never see a girl in a skirt...
Or a hot meal, my family or friends, or even the Moon
Ah yes, the luminous moon will always exist for the world beyond Noon
I will probably never see it again as night is just staring aimlessy thinking of food
Just staring for hours till I force myself to sleep in solitude
I will be doing that for the rest of my life till I cannot walk, or relieve myself...instead
That will be a blessing for I will smell my feces next to my cramped bed
As a old man I will receive help to live a little more comfortable feeling
The system can have mercy on a old man and give him things that's not stealing
I realize that I thinking toward the future as a feeling of limited freedom
As a old man between being caged like an animal and treated like a kindly seen bum
Will I be kindly after all those years in captivity as a old man that never saw the moon
So who is lucky and who is not as you only wish for death ever so soon
The events of the crime stay imprinted on your mind for the rest of your life
As you have to survive being ever so cautious from killers with their makeshift knifes
The hallways are a death march as you panic at sudden movements left and right
This is your life as the guards can do very little protection in their sight
You will live like this for hours, days, weeks, years, decades in constant strife
The events of the crime stay imprinted on your mind for the rest of your life
The food, or if you can call it that tastes like cardboard as you chew it
Whatever happens that keeps you alive in prison you must do it
You juggle the choices of suicide and survival as the years go by
The gray dirty brick walls is all that you will see as nothing flies by
Every second is recorded in the mind with a regret of the crime
Every other second is recorded in the mind with the regret of the time
They are just the same thoughts over and over till they intertwine
The madness creeps into the mind as it finds its way to distort the truth
You think of the unmarked grave that lead your life to nowhere like a noose
You look up and see the bails bond man take you to your cell
You are carrying a toilet paper, folded clothes, and blanket quietly no yell
The bars move noisily against the metal as it closes with a loud bang
The sound of the gun echoes through the cell as guard walls away from the can
I set myself up as I look at my permanent home for as long as I am alive
I look at the dirty toilet in the corner and cramped bed that into I dive
I watch the insects crawl in the cracks and crevasses of the inter wall
They will live for I do not kill anymore cause its death before the fall
I stare at my new home for 23 hours a day looking at my view
It is a just another wall pass the bars that really is nothing new
Perhaps I will find something that I was not looking for here
Staring madly at the same cracks and crevasses year after year
A villain to some but to friends and family loved by a few others
As the clock goes by, slowly forgotten by all even my mother
The process of life continues for them everyday beyond this cell
My absence is a vacuum filled in by the presence of others doing well
Something that many would contain in anger towards the victim
Something that seeing the same things for over 50 years is what has created this system
Find something similar to solace to the things we can't change and the things we can
Hate is everywhere but understanding why things occur and accepting it like a man
I look at the repetition that is going to be my life and I understand why I am here
Because of the repetition that was my life, and seeing that I now care
I feel something that can keep me sane, alive, well without a dent
The understanding of remorse, kindness, pity, and the feeling we know as repent
I am sorry and now I will survive cause hate ain't nothing to live for
It is what blocks the meaning of solidarity like a lock in this prison door
It will get you killed, or drive you into a deeper realm of madness
You can be there for these young people coming who are dad less
Be a beacon of hope so you can save others as well as yourself from the abyss
You are alive...day one of forever