prison

Many Miles To See A Smile

                                                                                  

Always on the road, sometimes I'd halfway be asleep,
But every mile worth it, cuz this love is not skin-deep,
Your struggle has been difficult, so many different yards,
Just seeing the smile on your face was always my reward.

                                                                                    

I learned a lot of things in life, but never had I known,
A smile could be perpetual, through so many nights alone,
I don't know what you look like when I turn and walk away,
But I know by now you know my love is in your heart to stay.

                                                                                       

I tell few people of our love, their noses snub and judge,
Do they really have the right to hold love hostage as a grudge?

This undermining of love itself makes little sense to me.

 I've learned it's best let them go, keep an open heart for you and me.

 

I learned a lot of things in life, but never had I known,
A smile could be perpetual, through so many nights alone,
I don't know what you look like when I turn and walk away.

But I know by now you know my love is in your heart to stay.

                                                                                           

We'll hope there's money for the gas, and rental cars to drive,
We'll pray that street signs only cost a bumper, not my life,
I've learned to pull aside and not go down the ramp asleep.

I've learned I shouldn't dye my hair on only two hours sleep.  

                                                                                          

I learned a lot of things in life, but never had I known,
A smile could be perpetual, through so many nights alone,
I don't know what you look like when I turn and walk away.

But I know by now you know my love is in your heart to stay.

 

 

Copyright 2013

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A Poem about the family members of prisoners and some of what they must endure to support their loved ones.

Game - March 29, 2013

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Chapter One

Stuck in this chaotic madness,

I can't tell wrong or right.

I'm yet to see an end to this.

I'm yet to stand up and fight.

They held me down and made me hurt.

They showed my shame until it burned.

I cannot stop their hateful game;

they won't stop until my last day.

I'm so far away from home.

I'm trapped, desperate, alone.

It can't stay going their way.

I'm done with being lost prey.

I tear the key from their wretched hands,

I unlock my shackles and break free.

My heart's breaking, you leave it in strands.

All that's left is the shame inside me.

I stand in my prison cell, ready to fight

for my pride, my lust, my simple human rights.

I'm a person, deserving freedom too.

I am disgusted by the one they call "You".

I raise my fist, my rights, my pride;

I strike down the foe that deny my life.

I erase you from this cold society

in hopes you'll see that I've set you free.

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conjugal visit

the guards have stepped beyond the door
for just this moment the bars are forgotten
wall of glass between us shattered by reality
as hands reach into jeans to feel my thickness there
waiting hungry life..
eyes dance as passsion grows within..
time is short and months of hunger explode..
grabbing fiercely at thin layers of fabroic betwen hunger and its release..
rip tear split share
deep kiss.. lingereing taste..
moistness slides around warm fingers..
teeth gently speak in the staccato verbs of pleasure and pain..
nails speak the secret message of longing
as they scream thru flesh
i had once spoke of my hunger for you
from behind the glass
fingers outstretched as they glided down it across your face..
words did no justice to the
rapture now washing over you
slam against wall as thrust deeply..
each chapter of my thick sex read slowly to the waiting ears of ur pussy
listen to my stories of hunger as each thrust reverberates against the wall..
shaking your form. breasts heaving as they crush against me…
twist slam. floor creeps up fast
as mouth clamps down around sex..
drink deep the taste of freedom..
sustenance for the long months between our next meeting..
tongue fucked deep..
choke me baby let me feel my world spin with your thighs around my neck..
hands drive into my scalp..
giving more of your pleasure to my hungers..
blood drawn on shoulders.
pain flicks tongue deeper into your flesh..
dance with the rhythm of last supper..
soon back to the warzone as reality creeps up through the steps of time to steal me away again..
each drive deeper into your center..
remember me as this cock fills you up..
sweet freedom of your sex..
sweet taste of your pleasure..
i release my all to you that iit may do u more good in the prison of the world than me in a place forever outside of it..
slam down as thrust finds release..
lifesblood flowing across your skin..
hurried rush of clothes
wrapped again in prison outfit..
i stare at the invisible number of your shirt..
you stare at my visible one..
stare deep and remember me baby

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is dedicated to all the brothers and sisters incarcerated..

anger

i feel the weight of the realness of this world crush me as Atlas with its futility..

each day i walk this place looking through eyes looking.. searching..
seeking my lover who even now is imprisoned by the weakness of the souls
of this world..

i feel the pain of her longing across a thousand years doubled even
more because to he ears these words might only be art.. but my pain is
real..

i feel the soft caress of her soul urging me onwards.. begging me to
find her and rip apart the walls of her jail cell.. would that i could
feel the flesh of my fingers fall off as i thrust my hands deep into the
hard concret of the walls the world has built around her..

i walk the streets of your cities surrounded by a million sleepers.. those who pace inside their dank jailcells and call it life..

i have strained every vessel til it burst.. exploding into the
totality of myself in an attempt to master the strengths and hungers
required to find you.. to free ur shackled form.. to restore ur divinity
with the purity of my embrace..

each day that passes i am puzzled more.. wondering if these words
reach you directly or from the mouths of others who repeat them..

each day as my eyes adjust to the reality of this world.. the air
grows thick with harpies that laugh at my efforts.. claws scratching me
with my own guilt..

i am lost.. i begin to question this quest i chose so long ago.. but i
am denied even the soft caresses of doubt.. even this anger melts
away.. for i know that even now somewhere in this world your heart yearns
to feel my heat.. your form yearns to feel my touch..

this love i have forged with countless hours in the forge of
passion.. burning away m,y doubts and fears and any traces of their
stained world is not mine to doubt or tarnish… it is

i feel the weight of the realness of this world crush me as Atlas with its futility..

each day i walk this place looking through eyes looking.. searching..
seeking my lover who even now is imprisoned by the weakness of the souls
of this world..

i feel the pain of her longing across a thousand years doubled even
more because to he ears these words might only be art.. but my pain is
real..

i feel the soft caress of her soul urging me onwards.. begging me to
find her and rip apart the walls of her jail cell.. would that i could
feel the flesh of my fingers fall off as i thrust my hands deep into the
hard concrete of the walls the world has built around her..

i walk the streets of your cities surrounded by a million sleepers.. those who pace inside their dank jailcells and call it life..

i have strained every vessel til it burst.. exploding into the
totality of myself in an attempt to master the strengths and hungers
required to find you.. to free your shackled form.. to restore your divinity
with the purity of my embrace..

each day that passes i am puzzled more.. wondering if these words
reach you directly or from the mouths of others who repeat them..

each day as my eyes adjust to the reality of this world.. the air
grows thick with harpies that laugh at my efforts.. claws scratching me
with my own guilt..

i am lost.. i begin to question this quest i chose so long ago.. but i
am denied even the soft caresses of doubt.. even this anger melts
away.. for i know that even now somewhere in this world ur heart yearns
to feel my heat.. ur form yearns to feel my touch..

this love i have forged with countless hours in the forge of
passion.. burning away m,y doubts and fears and any traces of their
stained world isnot mine to doubt or tarnish… it is yours.. and i raise it
high again into the air.. it burns my fingers as it bursts across the
dark skies for you to see..

i yell in pain and anger as it burns brighter stil.. i look to the
shadows of the sleepers as they scatter from its light.. seeking you
hidden among them..

my words fail me now.. they hold no beauty or truth only the echoes
of myu steps as i stumble blind thru a forest of sleeping trees..
planted firmly in the soil of humanities dreams.. yelling and calling
out to u.. sword in hand.. waiting to plunge it deep into those who
would keep us apart..

i am the firce dragon come to save u from the dashing prince.. the
warrior who has returned home from blood from battle for his own soul
only to find his home ransacked.. his lover gone.. i have tread the
years and lifetimes between searching for you.. i feel i am close.. this
moment in time that i step through holds within it the key to our freedom
to be apart no longer.. dream made real and real redefined..

my anger subsides.. if i have waited this long to feel ur tender
flesh underneath hungry teeth.. warm passion flowing thru clasping
hands.. then i can wait even longer..

but each day i look out at the sleepers world and curse it for
seperating us.. for twisting the very paths of the four winds so that you
do not recognise my voice..

call out to my flesh and blood.. my words do live but they are not
me.. i have walked through the millenia to reach this wall between us..
this seperator of faith and dream.. reach through to me..

yours.. and i raise it
high again into the air.. it burns my fingers as it bursts across the
dark skies for you to see..

i yell in pain and anger as it burns brighter stil.. i look to the
shadows of the sleepers as they scatter from its light.. seeking you
hidden among them..

my words fail me now.. they hold no beauty or truth only the echoes
of my steps as i stumble blind through a forest of sleeping trees..
planted firmly in the soil of humanities dreams.. yelling and calling
out to you.. sword in hand.. waiting to plunge it deep into those who
would keep us apart..

i am the fierce dragon come to save you from the dashing prince.. the
warrior who has returned home from blood from battle for his own soul
only to find his home ransacked.. his lover gone.. i have tread the
years and lifetimes between searching for you.. i feel i am close.. this
moment in time that i step through holds within it the key to our freedom
to be apart no longer.. dream made real and real redefined..

my anger subsides.. if i have waited this long to feel your tender
flesh underneath hungry teeth.. warm passion flowing thru clasping
hands.. then i can wait even longer..

but each day i look out at the sleepers world and curse it for
seperating us.. for twisting the very paths of the four winds so that you
do not recognise my voice..

call out to my flesh and blood.. my words do live but they are not
me.. i have walked through the millenia to reach this wall between us..
this seperator of faith and dream.. reach through to me..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

walk through light

tread upon the tightrope between two clouds
as two dreams floating high above the sleepers..
connect as two halves of a rainbow pot of gold
well counted by fairy tale fingers

Endangered Species

I traveled miles out of town to see your face today,

Drove past the city limits through the desert far away,

Surrounded by barbed wire and a K-9 crew or two,

I wondered would I meet Mr. Houdini here?…or you?

You stood behind a piece of glass that stifled every word,

It didn’t matter though, the plea for help could still be heard.

The room was filled with people shouting loudly through the glass,

I even heard a woman tell her friend to "Kiss my a-s!".

Two hours passed too quickly and it hurt to say goodbye,

And as I left I winked as if to say, "See, I won’t cry".

I’ll stand beside you always with each letter that I write,

I know we’ll figure out how we’ll get through each lonely night.

The part that really gets me is the way we build in space,

But where are all the brains to help reform our HUMAN RACE?

We teach the kids by actions we display to shoot and kill,

Then lock them up, ignore them, and complain about the bill.

It’s "rehabilitation" at it’s best here at the zoo,

And a label of psychosis makes a tort hard to pursue.

The workers only give a damn about their lazy hides,

At best they blame the inmate’s past, not really look inside.

"Who cares about some kid who got pissed off and shot the block!!

We’ll just give him some lithium and blame it on hard rock!!

Just watch your back and get the check, that’s all that we can do,

For people locked away in super-max like SMU."

Abuse of all this power will be sure to make life worse,

Unless we conquer fears of ones who feed into this curse.

The men who claim it’s their right to judge that a single life,

Could possibly be worth no more than all this time in strife,

They need to learn a lesson ‘bout how wrong a "right" can be

When men abuse their right to power close their eyes, refuse to see.

I’ll see you here again and pray each night and every day,

Don’t worry ‘bout my love ‘cause it won’t ever go away,

But if by chance we drift apart I’ll hold this memory dear,

It’s taught me that with lack of love all humans know….

…….is fear.

Copyright © 2002 Liz Peterson-Braveheart

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About having a loved one in a super max prison.

Icy Cold Day

 

I am the child you don’t want to see.

It seems time has erased me from your memory

On that icy cold day when my world fell apart,

Why oh why does it seem you shunned me from your heart?

You neglected to see past that angry young man,

And the child you knew…left alone…up and ran.

He remembers the times that were spent so carefree,

And the times that you gave all to us so freely.

All the shame that you bear from your past makes you mean,

And you wallow in what you call "living so clean".

So I’ve waited inside this dark cell for a day

When a kind soul would hear of what I have to say,

But of all of the people that said that "I care",

Out of all of the people that said "I’ll be there",

You were never a person that I would have thought,

Would believe all the lies and forget what you taught.

Did you not always say to be brave and stand tall?

Did you not always preach to "get up when you fall"?

Did you not tell me "don’t ever show them your pain"?

Did you not say that time will bring sunshine to rain?

All those things that you said I have tried to pursue,

But confusion sets in when I’m talking to you.

Cause your ways hold the secrets of why you let go

Of that child that caused you all that "heartache and woe".

You are locked in a world,

That has little to do,

With how easy pain is when God carries you through,

It’s as if you allowed one to take it away,

And you had nothing left but yourself and your way,

You have been so engulfed by the things in your life,

And left God far behind

As you bathe in your strife,

But inside my world here His Love shines brightly through

All the promises broken by others …..and you,

And He’s carried me every inch of the way,

And He’ll carry me through this here "icy cold day",

Til His Love comes to melt all the hatred away,

From the hearts of the people that wronged me that day.

No resentment lives here in this cell…be aware,

There’s no bitterness here, so come in….if you dare….

Cause you’ll yet have to face all your own lies within,

He can’t wash them away unless you see

The sin you committed

The first time you listened to lies

Tthat caused you to turn blind

To your own soul’s demise.

Have no fear from the child you left far behind,

Cause that angry young man’s only there in your mind.

Though alone he has come through the storm, found His way

With feet firmly in place, grounded strong here today,

But one dream he still holds very close to his heart.

It’s a dream that young boy wanted badly to start.

And the dream was that people like you that bend ear,

To the gossip and lies that feed hatred and fear,

Will be kind to the children that stand in your way,

Cause they probably have more profound things to say.

Please believe me, they wouldn’t be hanging around

Some adult that chose lies as their favorite sound.

 

 

 

 

And of all of the people,

That said

"I’ll be there…."

…..never once, did I think …

….you would ever run scared.

 

 

2002 …©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the increasing crime rate of American juveniles, and the society hat raises the parents who neglect them.

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Desperation's Door

I’m the bold brazen one with that cunning young eye,

And I walk with a strut as I shuffle on by,

I was cursed on at birth by the woman I knew as "my mother",

They say she belonged in a zoo.

At the ripe age of 4 there were things to explore,

But with burns on my hands I just heeled at commands.

When I finally turned 8, and thought, "It’s not too late,

I may still win this fight"….but then down came the night.

And by 14 years old, I did what I was told,

Lived a full life of crime that led to my hard time.

Running game on this yard isn’t really so hard,

I get three meals a day, no one gets in my way,

And I don’t have to pay for a friend like I did to get

My Dad’s attention when I was a kid.

Now I know that my life may seem lonely to some,

But if I was out there you’d see me as a bum.

You’d belittle and glare at my "pitiful" ways,

‘Cause you think you’re above falling into this maze.

But if only you knew of how you look to me,

Yes, if only you knew what these "pitied" eyes see,

They see hardly a face, with an aura of shame,

They see bitterness, anger, resentment and blame.

They see hands of a thief, with the heart of a snake,

And that thing you call "love", so damn phony and fake.

‘Cause love isn’t my clothes or your senseless false pride,

No, it’s far more than that, it comes deep from inside.

It’s the reason why when you see me that you hide.

Your love’s buried in fear, and the light can’t shine through,

It gets stifled and smothered and taken from you.

But if one little step brought us closer to see,

How I’m so much like you, and you’re so much like me,

Then I’d sure make a deal to meet you at half’s way,

If you think maybe we could forget for one day,

About all of the things that keep us far apart,

And perhaps we could actually make a new start.

I could learn how to live, you could learn how to love,

And the chains would break free, we’d fly high like a dove,

And I know we’d give thanks to that Power above,

And rejoice in the ways human kindness can be,

When acknowledged in everyone’s eye that we see…

….then my eyes open WIDE, as my cell door they close….

(BANG!!!)

….guess it all was a dream…there’s no hope…I ‘spose.

Copyright © 2002 Liz Peterson-Braveheart

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"She Died In My Lap"

In my lap, the Warden called for,
23 hour days of "solitary confinement".
A comfort where feelings were once free,
now suffocate in a miserable place.
Light years from grace,
oxygen struggles but begins to evaporate.
As the temperature start to rise in this "cell",
we understood this was life without bail.
These were Prison walls not jail,
a little closer to eternal flames,
a little closer to "Hell".
Mouth to mouth can't sustain us,
as kinetic energy,
ignite our transition into "vapor".

Operation lockdown assured no "escape".
I created these gates.
Now you CRY in "seclusion".
In my lap you lose more and more life,
as I hold your nose far from air,
far from light.
There are no "civil rights",
that can change this plight.

This road of direction we tread down,
is worth more than my mention.
Rather, my complete attention;
but I'm stuck in my own pit of demise.
The Gas Chamber or Lethal Injection,
would be most fitting, not a surprise.
I don't deserve to ever love,
or "rise" again.
I guess for the 100th time I can say,
I'm "sorry"...again.

The Judge,
provided us both with a steep sentence.
You were an accessory to my crime,
you had no idea of my intentions.
Laws were broken
You were my "Trophy"
You were my "Token"
As your heart stops beating,
I hope for a "painful" death for myself.
In my lap,
you shed one last tear.
Your body now rest in the “infirmary".
I wish you never heard of me.
This burglary,
cause me to dangle over a bridge,
called "tomorrow".
I sit in the "Yard" forever cursed,
with my new lover....."Sorrow"

The End

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Love can come with regret. - Tony Hanes

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