In prison getting those

cheeks busted;

3 meals a day

7 day's a week


A new arrival;

got to break him in;

he gots to know how it is up in this bitch


And if he snitch;

hell is going to pay,

as we bust his wig


Boys like dis,

don't last long in the cooler,

unless they sell out and become

someone's lover.



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Abandoned Child


My brother died,

And in his place;

I was born,

But I was repelled.


My mother threw me from the table,

Abused me, both mind and body.

My father never present,

And if so, he ignored me.


They left each other fast,

'cause mother was a lesbian.

But my father needed a woman,

For his children and as a housewife.


The second was quite alright,

Even if she made me eat axis.

Only my sister I couldn't see,

That became off limits.


After years they had their divorce,

And then came the third, the most terrible.

My wicked stepmother,

The greatest dictator.


She tried to strangle my brother,

Then father did interfere.

She put me in the sanitarium,

With false motives, my fear.


Firstly in a crisis-centra,

'cause I run away from home.

Then in the sanitarium,

Where I for six months did roam.


In the sanitarium,

Provided with medication.

By which I lost my memory,

Crawling in the emptiness of chaos...


Regularly I suffered blackouts,

By which I saw nothing.

Not knowing what I did,

Much like sleep-walking;

And strange vistas occurred.


I wasn't suffering delirium,

Is what the doctors told.

So all this time,

I was in the asylum for no reason.


Then I had to go to boarding-school,

Where I developed something bad: anger.

I wanted to kill another, a female;

And Nyarlathotep, I am sorry;

Maybe I didn't wanted to commit this act,

But I had to from Satan...


What happened was unforeseen,

'cause my room was now aflame.

The building completely in axis,

The police came to arrest me.


A year and a half in prison,

Locked away in a cell, in Hell.

A year and a half terror,

The bondage of society.


When I got out, there was another project,

Named room-training.

I had to work in a factory,

But that didn't end well...

I started to mutilate myself,

Which I learned in the sanitarium.

They send me to the hospital,

To the psychiatric division.


Then again to the crisis-centra,

Which I didn't liked at all.

As if I had to start over,

This was too much overall...


Through the open door I escaped,

And from my last money;

I bought a train-ticket,

Which brought me to Ramses.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My biography in poetry-form.

Time Stops in Jail!

They say that time stops in jail,

Yet the light and darkness don’t ever fail,

To continue playing hide and seek,

While the jailbirds go literally freak. 


Meursault of “The Outsider” didn’t appear much tense,

Since he did use his common sense,

And relied on the myriad memories,

To be free from the mental agony and negativities.


Days and nights are hardly different in prison,

The same does appear each season!

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Alcatraz Penitentiary is located in California in San Francisco.

It became a Federal Penitentiary about eighty years ago.

Alcatraz was the prison where Al Capone was sent.

He wasn't happy about the place where he went.

Alcatraz had four wardens, they were James Johnston, Edwin Swope, Paul Madigan and Olin Blackwell.

Machine Gun Kelly, Mickey Cohen, Robert F. Stroud and many other criminals were sent to this jail.

Alcatraz is located on an island and was believed to be escape proof.

But in 1962, three men may have shown us that that wasn't the truth.

They escaped but were presumed dead but it's possible that they survived.

Their bodies were never found, nobody knows for sure if they're still alive.

Alcatraz closed in 1963 because of high maintenance costs and a poor reputation.

This wasn't a good prison to be sent to, believe me that's no exaggeration.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a true story.

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Big Jim

Big Jim was determined that he wasn't going to jail,

He said, "I can eat my way out of this! I'll be sure to make bail!

Because a custom made jumpsuit's too expensive, you see,

That's just too much material...a triple X plus three!


They can dig up my yard 

And they'll never find that gun,

Interrogations will cease 

With a cinnamon bun!


I have oodles of noodles and ice cream galore,

Cause my pit bull named DD works down at the store,

And me, I'm a gambler, so I can lend lots of money,

Although at 25% interest, the cops don't think it's too funny.


They can dig up my yard 

And they'll never find that gun,

Interrogations will cease 

With a cinnamon bun!


Oh woe is me twenty years down the road,

I've been hussling my kids to make up for my big load,

My son now got shot, but I'll still claim my case,

I'm literally now addicted to stuffing food in my face.


They can dig up my yard 

And they'll never find that gun,

Interrogations will cease 

With a cinnamon bun!


I know all the casinos, and they all know me,

I love this life, truly, and I got this gig, see,

I let others be criminal, cause I win the bucks,

I can dig others' their graves, hell, I don't give a f*ck.


They can dig up my yard 

And they'll never find that gun,

Interrogations will cease 

With a cinnamon bun!"



9:29 PM 7/6/2013 ©



Author's Notes/Comments: 

just a silly rhyme ;-)

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Speed Bump


I think we have come across
The first real test of our relationship
You are in jail, went on my birthday
Well happy fuckin birthday to me

You have court on Friday
And somehow I’ve got a feeling
That you are not going to get out
So what do I do?

Just sit here and let everything happen?
I so do not think so
I have never been one to let things go
Without doing something about it

It’s going to take me at least a month
But I’m going to get you free
And free of the reason that you
Were there in the first place

So just hang on for me Babadee
I am doing all this just for you
I couldn’t live with myself
Knowing that my baby went to jail

And I did nothing about it, so enjoy
Your time of rest and relaxation
Because when I do get my hands on you
You are going to be glad u had that time

Written on
January 28, 2012

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yes, my Babadee, Tom Neville, went to jail on Tuesday. My friggen birthday, there are 365 1/4 days in a year, and this had to happen on my b-day. Ohhh well, I will get him out as soon as I can. I love Tom Neville with every ounce of my being.

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Special Every Time

My Love

you love me, its special every time
it keeps me on my feet happily
never leave, it can be experienced for eternity
shy by the brilliance of your intense eyes and luminous smile
turned on by your effortless style
your a magnetic appeal that is incredibly breathtaking
something sexy about the skin your in that has my bones aching
your captivating mystery lures me, it gives me things to think about
lovemaking, audible strokes with seductive moans
there's no sleep between the sheets, cold sweats under red-light zones
i have to touch and kiss, an affectionate slave to your everlasting wish
show me where, tell me how you want it there
butterflies fill me with your hearts embrace, drowning dry in your
pillow-case affairs.

sexy Pictures, Images and Photos
your ruling the way that i move, i must breath your air
you can rescue me this is my prayer, if you were always mine
i wouldn't want to go to heaven, mesmerizing flawless beauty,
essence from an exclusive blessing
a goddess reborn, you were sent in flesh to teach me
forever grateful to you, and the ways that you've reached me
beyond your perfect face, i love your heart mind and spirit
the prototype to my romantic dreams, the themes to my love's lyric
inspiration- you've shown me how deep love can be
your worthy of ultimate praise with roses at your feet
forever i'll love you, i miss you my wife to be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written by my amazinggg talented boy <3

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