PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO CREATED US AND CHRIST WHO SAVED US

                                             THANK YOU FATHER    

                      thank you FATHER my HOLY KING  the only being

   that knows what tommorrow will bring , put here to serve you and your glory bring     

                      MERCIFUL FATHER what a GLORIOUS KING

          pittiful sinner no doubt am i , begging for forgiveness as i sit here and cry 

           never once have you turned me away ,  truly you alone bring sunshine 

                                               when inside i feel grey    

                               thank you FATHER , ALMIGHTY KING 

                                i do pray my poems , YOUR PRAISES bring

                                        HOLY FATHER ,WONDERFUL KING

the struggle w/in

  the battle i fight , is  a war from with-in, where battles get fought, and niether side wins

the pain that is felt , caused by the heartless actions of others so easily dealt

with-out care or concern for the bridges they burn nor any lessons learned

see the battle i fight has no use for guns,and each time a battle is over no one has won

 

early morning twilight

          in the early morning twilight while it is still dark and cold

   i ponder my youth,and can't help but to feel old

when all  the tears have dried, and all thats left is the pain inside

and even though you've failed repeatadly,no one can say that u didnt try

when the dust settles and the smoke clears,my friend can u look at yourself in the mirror

do you know where you stand, or even what for

criminal record

i went to apply for a job today,that i was supposed to be hired on the spot.until we got to the little question have you ever been convicted of a felony?of course i have,now could you tell me what that has to do with my capability to load and unload a truck?was my response, wich to me makes sense,see in my country,uneducated way of thinking,if i was one of these buisness owners always bitching about crime and drug dealers, and a man came to me fresh out of prison and says ,yes i've been to prison ,yes i used to break the law, yes i used to distribute drugs for a living,but yes i'm getting old and just want to raise a family and not go back to prison. now again this is just some country boy way of thinking i'm not nearly as educated as these educated idiots.but i think i'd hire the man.and i'm not just saying that cause i've been to prison.listen as a buisness owner u get certain tax breaks for hiring felons, your giving a man a chance to make an honest living,therefore decreasing the crime rate of your city.now thats not statistically proven,and i doubt very many people even care.but it does make sense and my grandfather used to always say one inteligent man with common sense and no degree is worth a room full of idiots with a piece of paper and not a lick of sense.

poetry hour

                                                out of sight out of mind 

              being in jail is like shooting a kite,waiting for  a letter that nobody writes.

 it's waiting for a visit that never takes place, from your so called friends that forgot your face.it's wondering how time can move so slow, when your prayers are answered but the answer is no.it's learning that brother hood is somethiong that is dying, when they call you their homeboy, you know that they are lying. it's depending on people u thought were your friends,and waiting on pictures that nobody sends. it's sitting around w/ nothing to do. trying to figure out who's really who. it's finding out some hearts are made of stone and realizing now that you are all alone.

   but....

i'll do my time w/ my head held high, i'll keep my pride till the day that i die because... the day will come , when i will be free and think twice '' my friend'' when u need me

 

                                                            author unknown

just aint right

why are women willing to use their kids in their little relationship games,that shit aint even right?michelles oldest son called last night,i hadn't got to talk to him in 6 months.even tho i love her kids personally i think that it is low to involve them again.when michelle and i were together it was one of the first times her boys had  love and stability in their lives, and michelle left tearing their world apart again. i just dont want any part of her boys going through hurt,or pain or loss.they have had plenty of that in their lives.

FREE MAN

HELLO WORLD I'M FINALLY A FREE MAN

  the last year has been hell , and i'm not one to complain,because even though things happen that are beyond are control,most of the times when life is hard or you are having problem most of the time they are self inflicted and you are just suffering the consequences of your actions that being said just because you are suffering the consequence of an action doesn't necessarely mean that your action was wrong' it just means that it comes with a consequence. like my parole officer could have thrown me back in prison for 4 months now, cause i failed a u/a and told him then and several other times i was not gonna quit, he could throw me back in prison and i would smoke weed in there, that decision that i made could have carried the consequence of another year in prison.that being said i believe this fewer and fewer young people even know what they believe or if they do believe something very rarley can they tell you why.i believe what i believe i believe the BIBLE to be true, and CHRIST to be king, i dont believe that i need to quit smoking pot,and yes i do believe in spanking kids.i heard a 5 year old curse his mother one day and i wanted to smack the kid.and i believe that when a man finds his beliefs in life he should be willing to fight and die for them.any ways blah blah blah my 2 cents for the day

WORDS FROM A STRANGER

                       WORDS FROM A  STRANGER , WHO HAS MADE HERSELF MY FRIEND. WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT HELPING THIS BROKEN HEART TO MEND. SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN,WHEN I LOOK AT HER, NO WORDS COULD EVEN DESCRIBE,THE WAY SHE MAKES ME FEEL INSIDE.I NO LONGER FEEL SO BROKEN  OR LOST IN THIS WORLD,SO AMANDA I HOPE YOUR PREPARED, CAUSE I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MY GIRL.

good morning world

well good morning world,hopefully tommorrow will be my last day on parole.the last 6 months has been really reallty fuckin hard,after michelle left  i just couldnt seem to care.my ex wife asked me to give us another chance after michelle had me thrown in county jail,but then she took off to kentucky while i was doing a drug assesment for parole.that same day my mom called my parole officer and told him i was getting high.the next time i went in he tested me and i was hot for weed and meth.i told him i wasnt gonna stop smoking weed but i would stop using meth.three hot u/a's later ,and he's talking about revoking me even for weed.here i am finally my last visit , and i cant help but wonder if he is gonna piss test me and revoke me for weed , and throw me back in prison for any where from 1 to 5 years cause i get high , or if he is gonna sign my release.i guess we will all know tommorrow, if  i do not update my journal tommorrow, i am on my way back to prison, but rest assured if i go back for smoking weed i'll spend every day i'm not in the hole kicking the ass's of all the child molesters,rapist's,and snitches i run across.so  until tommorrow peace out

isn't it tho

                  isn't it tho?what the fuck does that mean?well i'm not sure i dont know.was listening to wrong way , by none other,well u already know.thinking of someone i used to know, oh yes she's a ho.should have known better,didnt care about her past.like a fool so many times i took her back with a loving heart and open arms, would have given my life to keep her free from harm.

A POEM I WROTE AFTER READING AN'' OLD ANGEL CRY''

                        MY ANGEL HEALED

                    LAST NIGHT MY ANGEL CAME TO ME,HER WINGS NO LONGER TORN.ONCE MORE SHE REMINDED ME, OF HOW SHE'D KEPT ME SAFE SINCE I WAS BORN.SHE SAID''THAT SHE WAS THANKFUL THAT ALL HER BATTLE SCARS HAD HEALED,''AND REMINDED ME OF THE MANY TIMES IF NOT FOR HER,I WOULD HAVE BEEN KILLED.SHE ASKED ME''IF I WAS READY,TO FULFILL MY DESTINY,'' YOU KNOW YOUR FATE IS SEALED. YOU WEREN'T MEANT TO BE IN PRISON,OR STRUNG OUT ON DOPE BUT YOURS IS A PURPOSEFUL LIFE, ONE FILLED WITH LOVE AND HOPE.I BEGAN SOBBING, AND SAID'' IM NOT SURE IF I CAN,'' BUT MY ANGEL REMINDED ME, THERE IS NO PERFECT MAN

                                                            YOURS TRULY

                                 THE BROKEN HEARTED MAN

                                                          JOE    

PRISON POETRY

                                  AN OLD ANGEL CRY

   WHILE SLEEPING ONE NIGHT, I HAD A DREAM. IT LEFT A TALE TO TELL. I DREAMED I SAW AN ANGEL AND SHE WASN'T LOOKING WELL.HER BODY WAS BRUISED AND BATTERED,HER WINGS WERE RIPPED AND TORN.I SAW THAT SHE COULD BARELY WALK AND THAT SHE WAS TIRED;AND HER HOPE WAS WORN IWALKED OVER TO HER AND I SAID'' ANGEL HOW CAN THIS BE?'' SHE TRIED TO SMILE AS SHE SAID THESE WORDS TO ME.''I'M YOUR GAURDIAN ANGEL,QUITE A JOB  AS YOU CAN SEE.YOU'VE LIVED A VERY HARD LIFE WITH THAT YOU MUST AGREE.YOUVE BROKEN LAWS AND HEARTS,AND YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID TO ME.THESE BRUISES ARE FROM SHEILDING YOU. I DO MY BEST STILL.THE DRUGS YOU USE SO DANGEROUSLY,I OFTEN PAID THE BILL.MY WINGS YOU SEE ARE TORN AND RIPPED A NOBLE BADGE I BEAR.TOO MANY TIMES THEY'VE SHEILDED YOU FROM DANGER,THOUGH YOU WERE UNAWARE.YES EVERY MARK BEARS A STORY OF PAIN AND DANGER IVE DESTROYED,YOU'VE MADE ME WISH MORE THAN ONCE THAT I WAS UN-EMPLOYED.IF ONLY YOU WOULD EMBRACE LIFE AND TRY TO DO GOOD ON YOUR OWN IT WOULD STOP THE PAIN AND SUFFERING RTHAT COMES FROM BEING ALONE.I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO WATCH OVER YOU UNTIL MY STRENGTH FAILS.AS FOR WHEN THAT WILL BE ALL I CAN SAY ''IS IM GETTIN OLD AND FRAIL.''WHEN I AWOKE I THOUGHT ABOUT MY DREAM AND HOW MUCH SHE SEEMED TO CARE,THEN I LOOKED AROUND MY PRISON CELL AND MY HEART SANK IN DESPAIR.I WONDERED  WHY I EVEN CARED.THEN I LOOKED UP AT THE CEILING AND SAW MY ANGEL SITTING THERE

                                                                               AUTHOR UNKNOWN

lies lies and lies

joe,

what if u stopped loving me,what if u walked away

what would i do to stay alive ,each and every day

part of me would surley die never to return

part of me would lay it off lesson 4 me to learn

part of me would explode w/rage full of hate and revenge on my mind .part of me would feel like a fool

for trusting a man and loving u blind

part of me would cry for u beg u to come back again

part of me would fake a smile and laugh every now and then

part of me would hate myself for letting it even happen at all

part of me would go back to the girl i was so scared and so small

part of me would shut down for good,letting no other man inside

part of me is gratefull to u for having even tried

part of me would cry each day till the very end

 part of me would be shattered  unable to ever mend

i know w/o you i am incomplete, miserable and afraid

i cant stand the thougght  of life w/o u  a hell in me

that only i made

so even though im a bitch right now, i dont want to see u go

 u r my world my every thing i just thought that u should know

                                                                   love michelle

this poem was wrote right after she told me that she fucked around on me and i told her that i wasnt going to leave but that i owed her one

TLOVE AND LOSS

TO KNOW LOVE IS TO KNOW LOSS

BUT TO HAVE EVERY REALLY BEEN LOVED

IS WORTH ANY COST

LOVE NEVER FAILS BUT WILL ALWAYS HURT U IN THE END

RATHER ITS THE DEATH OF YOUR SPOUCE OF 40 YEARS

OR JUST AN OLD FRIEND THAT LIKED TO FISH AND DRINK BEER

thank GOD thats over

well im glad thats finally over with,this was my first valentines day alone in 10 years.Even the valentines days that i have spent in prison,or county jails were not as lonely as this one was, but i had plenty of weed.So i stayed stoned all fuckin day,so stick that in your crack pipe and smoke it ''puppet president bush''.

happy valentines day michelle

i cant say i dont love,i will for the rest of my life

but i could i could never trust u

           or make u my wife

but a man of my word,and off of parole this week

im coming to kick ricky's ass

and i was just thinking if i dont go to jail

right then, maybe u me and brenda

could get a 1/4 o  and freak

who needs a fuckin subject

GOD given talents, so easily consumed,a wonderful life, just lost in a spoon,how could i throw it all away like this,register,and there it is,i cant even remember the whore or that punk she's with

over and over again

   another dissappointment,one more heart breaks,as they pop pills,they think im wrong for the drug i choose to take.every plan i make crashes right there before me.

cant get a break

every plan ive made,and every thing that i have posessed pass away quickly much as we do in the flesh life of acomplishments,or a life of shame,doesnt really matter much isnt all life the same.different opinions and different ways of life,some men stay bacholers while others take wifes,some people faithful,and and honest,yet most cheat and tell lies