I Will My Life (for @ceruleanjess)
The scent of sweet lilacs
I smell from her breath
As sweet as honey and sugar
Her breasts
The feeling of silk
Against my hands
From her touch
My heart pounds and screams
For her beauty's too much
The way she looks at me
In the sweetest of ways
For even though she's too much
By her side I will stay
I will be her slave
I will be her prince
I fell in love with her
At the very first glimpse
I will kiss her feet
I will crawl to any distance
Whenever she needs me
Forever there to listen
She's my one and only
The queen of my life
Sweetest of flowers
Has become my wife
...My Life for You, Jesse
My Apologies
It was a day of such sorrow
No longer a tomorrow
A day so long it felt like years
Every strong soul reduced to tears
No longer a sun to light the day
A sadness overwhelming is all
That I could say
My finger was there
But no one could pull it
I did my best
But no longer could hold it
From out of my ass
It came like a bullet
It was so fucking bad
It gave a bald man a mullet
From out of the store
They all ran so fast
Cleared fucking Meijer
With the smell of my ass
Never again a White castle meal
If you don't want the fucking
Paint on your walls to peel
Yours truly...
TGAPL
The skies of grey consume our joy...
The rain drops wash the concrete of
Yesterday's sun...
It is said that April showers--
Bring May flowers; but not in here
They bring only the slowest of
Motion and emotion
As the gates closed behind me
So did my heart, kindness, my happiness
The essence of the devil's breath
Flood the prison yard, as I remain
A fox amongst the wolves, and sometimes
A shepherd amongst the sheep
The hour glass seems to consist
Of the dampest grains of sand
Hardly fighting its way through the
Reservoir of the glass
The faces of people come and
Go, yet never making it very far...
As the farthest part of the state
Is practically right next door for
Us prisoners
It's so strange...
Days of the week no longer matter
Anymore, so please, let us know
What year it is from time to
Time, and please, don't abandon
Us...remain always a friend
Even if we don't deserve it
Anymore, if anything--
We may deserve to be humble
To you, we may deserve the guilt
For whatever impact we may
Have caused
Answer our calls...
Even if you have nothing
To say, because it may be
The sweetest of silence that one
Has ever heard...
Sincerely...Inmate 693364--Property and Prisoner of The Michigan Department of Corrections