One of the most profound things going on in this world, doesn't get much media coverage. When it does get any media attention it's in a negative aspect. But the act of people having compassion and caring for men who have been left to their faith to die by many. The people who are against the death penalty have showed what true caring and understanding is. They take the time to write and help us, and get to know who the individual is who's been put on death row. Most people have no concept of what this means to us on death row. When you are trapped in a cell for 22 to 23 hours a day you are lonely and don't have much hope, but when you can look forward to some mail form people who offer you hope and to let you know that there are those who still care. This does wonders for a person's hope ad dreams of one day being free again to enjoy the suns rays or the smell o grass. I've seen guys on the brink of suicide only to get what was many letter to keep coming and each new letter he got offered a small ray of hope. When something so small as an envelope with a few positive words is jut like giving a person another breath of air. Letters is our bond and connection to reality and life as we use to know it. This becomes our life, the things we read become our own experiences and adventures. I say to anyone who wants to offer hope to someone in this situation do not let the negative portrayals of death row keep you from giving out a helping hand. Once you experience the effect you can have a someone your life will never be the same. To know that you have made a person change his whole outlook on life is one of the most happy feelings as a human being. Do not take my word for it, take it upon yourself to experience the feeling. All it takes is to pick up a pen and write a few words from your mind to someone who is waiting for hope.
It's the time of year when the weather's good and the rain is coming down. The mood of my environment is anything but good. There is despair, hate, loneliness, depression and fear. Ti is so strong you can see the aromas in the air like a coming storm. When you look into the eyes of men who know that with eery day the sun sets it's one day closer to another execution. Where does the hope come from? Where does the strength come form to rise to go on living, to have faith in a system that's set on killing you. If you can look around you and understand even just a bit what the next man is feeling you have solved a puzzle like no other. I cannot even begin to know what the next person is thinking as the day approaches when his life is coming to an end. All I can dod is find peace within myself.
As she walks down the street
Her eyes marvel at all the beauty of nature
It takes place for all the eyes to see
bearing witness to a natural order of this
to stand witness to what life is all about
This is a change of a life time
Walk alone without anybody watching every move
Been closed u for so long by walls of self imprisonment
From the fears of life and everything around
everyday Witnessing the sun coming through the window
Little by little the energy of the rays penetrated the soul
giving the courage to make the final step to venture
Beyond the doors of the mind
the first step tentative but confident
As the breeze blew on the cheeks
Realization came of what been missed all this time
head turned up to the sky for the beauty there.
A blue that makes the heart jump, with wonder
To startle a person with passion an congaing
The brightness to make the eyes squint
not enough to make look away
This is what mother nature can do
to al life that been closed up, then open back up
life that was once covered in darkness and despair
now expose to joy and what is natural.
Forever to be changed with what had been
apart of her and her being
Only took that initial first step of courage,
to go beyond her own world and prison.
For the last couple of weeks its been raining a lot lately. It seems as if the skies re trying to send a sing out. On day it looks pretty good outside then all of a sudden it gets dark in the sky. Today for example started off sunny and cook, then in about three or four hours some clouds started to move in and take over the sun. Unpredictable is what I say this is. Something like life and it's journeys. One day thing are god and your enjoying living, then the next your wondering if you want to live at all. Just stand outside in the rain getting soaked and contemplating life and all you've done. Hopefully the water still wash away the pain and sorrow. Wo when the rain stops I can start out with a new hope and determination.
Today I heard a media report about a mom and how she chooses to raise her son. I was surprised by how people were giving her a hard time. What is she supposed to raise him according to other''s standard and morales or how she was raised? Everybody had their own ideas how they want to raise their kids but are quick to criticize someone when they don't raise the kids how they feel the should. It just baffles me how people are so quick to try and place their beliefs on others. What me be right for you and your family may not be right for me and my family. We were all raised in different environments, cultures, religions and beliefs. When it comes down to it, tis her decision and her decision alone. Respect her decisions and choices for her child!
Everyday that passes by is another day wasted. When you wake up and know that the day before you made no progress in life. Breathing air and taking up space with no destination in mind. Look up at the sky and tell me what you see. Can you find a meaning in the clouds., figure out why the sky is blue? There are so many things that are not for me to understand, but one thin git comes down to is knowing the meaning of myself and my situation . Why does my arm bleed if I cut it? Why does water run out of my eyes when I'm feeling sad? Why can I smell the rain and grass in the air? These are the things I yearn to understand and know. When I can know this I feel I will begin to know my destiny.
With the stars so bright
my life seems so right
everything thats in my sight
makes me feel alright
but I know things change
just as the weather
can never stay the same
my heart will never be plain
there is too much love
and joy in your soul
when the winter is cold
my heart will be the stove
to heat my blood
and feel that I am loved
with my story untold
I hope they all know
That I had a heart of gold
I'm journeying though a time zone and I don't know which way to go. Being lost in space over and over and trying to find a way threw. This is the maze of life that we all journey threw everyday and all night trying to find a meaning for our existence. Some of us find what we are seeking but most of us just travel on a journey with no destination in mind. Just moving and going in which ever way the wind takes us. Then when we gat to an unwanted place we wonder how we got to this point in our life. All we have to do is look within and our inaction to take control of our lives and we'll see where it all started to go wrong.
Someone comes in to your life and you never really understand the meaning of these event until you understand the meaning of being loved unconditionally. The type of love that only a few get to experience in their lifetimes. What I o, what I feel and what I see and what I now has all took on a different meaning. The stars I see at night look brighter, the grass outside looks green and the sound of my heart beat seems louder. This is when you life has took on a whole new meaning and definition. Every morning I wake up with a smile on my face with a joy to face the day and tackle all of life's obstacles together. The ultimate measure of the love we share is the test of time cause only time knows what the future holds.
When you work to the bone, your working hard. But when you think about it what is it all for? You provide for your family, your needs and your responsibilities. One day when your looking back at all your life can you tell yourself what it was all for. Did life have a meaning beyond your own living. Think of the dog living in your house or cat. What is the purpose of them living a life with you. Do they have some ultimate purpose in being, besides living for our comfort and entertainment. Living is one of the many marvels of life that I wonder about and it's ultimate meaning. With the insight and creativity we have in our minds we have to have a greater meaning beyond eating, sleeping and breathing. We have a responsibility to know this.