[u]Locked & Contained[u]


Deacon:

building in a cell blocked shocked at the mystery,
unlock the misery kept inside his bodies chemistry.
and when he's by himself he has to cry to keep on living,
Reads letters from his children from far outside the prison.
And it isnt enough that he didnt pull that trigger,
just a nieghborhood fixture on the corner drinking liquer.
A two time offender who got caught up in the moment,
was close by when a robbery was operated sloppily,
somebody got shot his was fingered in the line up,
tossed into a 6x9 cell because his times up,
Fine luck, had to beat a brother on his first day,
To protect his self interests in like the worst way,
Blames the system of building jails instead of schools,
Blames religion is a sent of useless rules,
looks in the mirror yeah he blames him too.
He starts to read books of empowered resolution,
Malcom x, doctor king, mumia and issac newton,
learns that nothing worth having is ever going to be easy,
He studies philosophy while everyones watching tv,
And after 33 weeks he starts to learn the science,
See's gods hand writing there underneath the fine print,
It had been there all along just waiting for him to find it.
But he'd been blinded by his time spent trying to fight it,
but the spark ignited the fuel inside him,
And now he holds the flame that burns the brightest,
the slightest touch from the heavens can heavily change its odds,
and tip the scales to either side of the problem in our lives,
He found faith in a cage and his minds already free,
He could float through these walls far beyond what he can see.
He sees the sun as a cross that he'll carry if need be,
but ofcourse his body wants to join his soul and be free.


Camarac:

True Story..


God had spoken ..
.. and whilst sleeping . . she'd heard our Saviours Voice,
and gently he'd described to her his next Angel of Choice

a Maiden, Joyce .. a grandmother who put my Madness Aside,
but now she's gone & left me w. an empty Saddened Disguise,
you were my Life, my Mind. more than relative, the Good Times,
weve been through, shall Forever remain Embers of Sun Shine,
in my Young Mind. Plus i trust your Watching Over Me So,
this is Dedicated to You now, for Watching Me Grow.
For helping me become the man i never Thought Possible
For helping me to overcome life's every Tough Obstacle.
For showing me there's hope if you can make the End of the Day,
For showing me when Angers Raised, to just turn And Walk Away.
as close as we were .. i never Imagined The Day you Were Gone,
Its so lonely inside my heart .. And im struggling to Move On ..
its not even the company, cause we never Did Talk Much
its not the bond we shared .. i find im missing The Small Stuff ..
Your smile.
Your hair.
The way your eyes Would Glare &..
Your laugh.
The way you'd act.
The perfume you Enjoyed Wearing.
before you passed away, its like that played On My Mind
but now id give ANYTHING to smell that One More Time.
or to Stare in Your Eyes and just .. reminiss on old times
and be with you one last time, to say whats on my mind.
Im lost.
hoping to find your replacement, you were my Back Bone
and i swear to god ..
there's NO path i wouldnt travel to bring you Back Home.
if there's ANY form of heaven: please tell my angel That I
Loved her Dearly..
.. i never got the chance to do so, before she Passed By..
But Clearly..
our Bonds Alive. i sense ur presence though were Miles Apart
and you'll ALWAYS have a place ..

next to the Memories trapped in the Confines of my Heart.



R.I.P
I Love You Grandma.



The people in the poetry forum dont seem to understand the aspects of writing, writers voice, imagery, emotion, rhyming couplets etc so i posted it in here..

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