~ FREEDOM... IS IT REALLY YOU ~
There is nothing louder then the thoughts that scream when your not sure what the future holds. the nights make you sweat, and the wind out side takes your breath. they belong to something fixed, something you wish you could belong to. many times i wished i could be something of this nature. a breeze, a rainfall, something.. anything that could escape the grasp of the simple humanistic mind, and the sickening reach from the people who posses these minds. i fear to know the weight of the imbalance. how far we, as the human race have slid or possibly never even evolved at all mentally to begin with. is the actual measure of us all as a race of beings just the physical, or is it mental, spiritual, emotional? and which holds more weight in the race to unify and progress in this life, and in this era? the amplified neandrethalic voices and statements made by some of the critics that occupy this exceptional territorialistic profiling city of Mount Vernon Ohio, give weight to the fact that these folks here are absolutely clueless.. the sadness is deafening when i think of how blind the masses are. i am talking to you Miriam Stjean, and the many others who i hope one day find their own peace and understanding. the wisdom. because in all reality, this person, along with many others i have had the opportunity to read their comments, and it is an understatement to say their ignorance is transparent, bleeding through all over the white sheets of truth like stuck pigs, and their misunderstanding is as nausiating as the feeling i get when the the prosecutor says ive lived a "life of crime". if crime is running from the judgments of blind rats chewing at any bite the can get, living when and how i can, then im comfortablely an american outlaw... freedom. what that is supposed to be, is not whats being sold here in this system. what does one do when the system decreases you, then the prison releases you, you walk out those doors just so they can find another way you have failed or come short of being a normal demonstration of a human being. they have made it the only way you can survive. abnormal. barely alive. alive just enough to find another technicality youve breached. and if thats not the case, why is it so difficult to get help, guidance or resources once you are "set free". no ones around when you walk out those gates.... until a technical line is crossed. that is the moment when the resources come down like rain. those walls seem to vanish, but let me tell you, that means nothing.... chapter one... ~WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE...~ We will absolutely get back to the many drops of rain that make up the beautiful hurricane that is my life. one might say, "thats so cute, he thinks its beautiful to be him. prison. allegations. tattoos. broken. damaged. hes run amoke from state to state, place to place, more mugshots then there is bums at a bar. near and far people have shade to throw my way, enough if it holds no weight they still have something to say. and i pray and i pray everyday but they dont see that. so ill say this, regardless of what they may think, i can assure you, its been a beautiful road. i would have never met who ive met and i would have missed out on so many experiences, living in this hateful world, it is only the dark times that have given me exquisite mental contrast. i can see the light because i know the dark so well.....you can trust me....