So we must part forever; and although
I long have beat my wings and cried to go,
Free from your narrow limiting control,
Forth into space, the true home of the soul,
Yet now, yet now that hour is drawing near,
I pause reluctant, finding you so dear.
All joys await me in the realm of God-
Must you, my comrade, moulder in the sod?
......
She lately hears lyric nightingale at the sole window,
And through its bars witnesses a melancholy moon,
And her heart longs for the freedom of velvety flight,
But lessons she now knows weren't learned too soon!
An innocent victim of childhood abuse and ensuing rage,
In the days of sugar plum fairies and make believe,
A streetwise teenage runaway, who soon lost her way,
After making an unwise choice of whom she would love!
During lights out she makes plans and begins to reminisce,
Knowing in her young heart, it won't always be like this,
......
schools not prisons
gotta make love, not hate on these isms
so many prisons causing isms to exist
racism, sexism, antifeminism
people all done & sentenced
before they even have a chance to make a difference
why are we refusing to show forgiveness?
they need love and attention
not a prison sentence
govts tryna make it safe for the people
......
The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.
The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.
The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.
The past is a guide, not a slide,
......
Listless he eyes the palisades
And sentries in the glare;
'Tis barren as a pelican-beach
But his world is ended there.
Nothing to do; and vacant hands
Bring on the idiot-pain;
He tries to think- to recollect,
But the blur is on his brain.
......
The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.
The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.
The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.
The past is a guide, not a slide,
......
The moment I saw you on the Serco van
I instantly knew you were my man
I just couldn't take my eyes off you
Momentarily forgetting I had a job to do
It was lust, love and infatuation there and then
A man like you was a god amongst all men
Tingling sensations went up and down my spine
I swore to do anything to make you mine
I became a prison officer about ten years ago
......
Astonished with the hypocrisy of the veil,
The beauty murmurs and shower the innocence,
Use your wisdom and never follow a trail,
You are the one for this consequence.
It is thy duty to unfollow some custom,
It is thy right to be against some system.
It is your wish to be a part of this world,
It is your worth that need to be deserved.
We are no less then from any one,
Why I am kept in a small prison?
......
She lately hears lyric nightingale at the sole window,
And through its bars witnesses a melancholy moon,
And her heart longs for the freedom of velvety flight,
But lessons she now knows weren't learned too soon!
An innocent victim of childhood abuse and ensuing rage,
In the days of sugar plum fairies and make believe,
A streetwise teenage runaway, who soon lost her way,
After making an unwise choice of whom she would love!
During lights out she makes plans and begins to reminisce,
Knowing in her young heart, it won't always be like this,
......
schools not prisons
gotta make love, not hate on these isms
so many prisons causing isms to exist
racism, sexism, antifeminism
people all done & sentenced
before they even have a chance to make a difference
why are we refusing to show forgiveness?
they need love and attention
not a prison sentence
govts tryna make it safe for the people
......