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Little John Marcus
I love to draw Shoujo Manga Style, and write Japanese “Kana”! My first manga, is me (back when I had muscles still) on my boat. If I translated, and put the sentences together right, it tells about me, and my favorite activities. It only took me a month to finish.
My second manga seems to have gotten lost in the mail. I am really bummed about that, because it took me 7 months to finish! The prison blames the post service, and they blame the prison. It was 5 panels, and I really loved it!
My 3rd manga, is from a book I was reading called “When I Knew”. Boys and girls shared their memories, about when they knew they were not “straight”. This boy said he was asked by his father if he wanted to toss the football. He replied, that he would really rather go and pick flowers. Guess what? His father spent the rest of that day, picking flowers with him!
I was so emotional, for days, by that share! I could not stop my eyes from leaking! I had always wanted a father like that, when I was younger. I am very grateful to the fates, that my mom was so loving and supportive, when I told her that I'd prefer boys over girls, at my 12th birthday party!
Anyway, I made the drawing to fit my dream dad. I hope you enjoy my drawings, as much as I enjoyed making them!
Loneliness can cause one to feel rejected and unaccepted, which can lead one to catfishing and deceiving people for attention.
Why is it when one is honest, no one wants to befriend at them. But, when one lies, everyone wants to be their friend.
The prison of loneliness is hard to deal with because there is no one to respond back to you.
Why do people say life is about second chances, but when a good person with a few no mistakes of life in the prison of loneliness reaches out for friendship, no one responds!!!
If there's anything pure and untainted in this world, just listen and it can be heard resonating from the birds chirping their blissful and sorrowful songs harmoniously as the Sun rises unveiling a new dawn in the dark void of one's soul.
So, alone and longing for a fulfillment somehow long forgotten in the brevity of life, but like death, unexpectedly has a sudden glimpse of eternal memory as it becomes unattuned to the midnight skies and then dances with the twinkling stars.
Light, reflecting off the magical hues painting the flowers that softly sway back-and-forth in desolate meadows waving the hand of some otherworldly spirit and butterflies flutter their wings ever so gracefully supping of the sweet nectar of a Lily.
Is there any doubt that these sonnets of creation was written by some omniscient and poet above?
Even on cold secluded nights, miracles occur, as droplets of water fall from eerie clouds as they freeze into symmetrical patterns coalescing in the moonlight and transfixing even the nary deer hiding in the shadows of the thick forests.
Oh, how I'm smitten by the leaves saying goodbye to summer, and autumn, and then hello to winter turning from green, to read, orange and a deathly grey. The outdoors whisper to me and it's the voice of nature's soothing murmurings.
All the streams, mountains, and fields are the visible canvas of eternity, and it keeps my heart beating, and my soul hopeful that even though, I'll wither away into nothing this, springtime will bring me back again with the new perennials.
Forget Not Thy Self
You look into the river and see a reflection of yourself, it begins to rain and yourself image is distorted. Is the distortion a reality of your image, or merely a false truth? And how can your mind protect you from the distortion caused by the rain?
Your eyes are the river! When the weather is clear in our lives we see ourselves clearly, we understand who we are and what we stand for. But then it starts to rain and we start to believe that distorted images we see around us: the divorce, the money issues, the insecurities, the loneliness; we begin to believe these distortions and forget the true reflection of what we look like and who we are. Yes, the rain is real but the problem is when we start to believe the distortion is really our self-image. Walt Whitman said: ‘”Either define the moment or the moment will define you”!
No, we cannot control the rain, but within us we hold the power to use “faith” as an umbrella to protect us from believing that the issues in our lives reflect upon our worth! Me, I choose to dance in the rain, for when we define the rain as a tool that God uses to ‘water us’ so that growth takes place that's exactly what happens; we grow, we take the lessons from the rain, and then we change clothes (smile).
The alchemist picked up a book someone left behind, leafing through the pages he found a story about Narcissus. The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that one morning he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell a flower was born, which was called the Narcissus. But this was not how the author of the book ended the story. He said that when Narcissus died the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been freshwater transformed into a lake of salty tears.
Why do you weep? the goddess asked. “I weep for Narcissus” the lake replied. “Ah, it is no surprise you weep for Narcissus, they said. For though we also pursued him in the forest you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.
But….was Narcissus beautiful the lake asked? Who better than you to know that, the goddesses said in wonder. It was on your banks he knelt each day to contemplate himself. The lake was silent for some time, finally it said, “I weep Narcissus” but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected - what a lovely story…
We all have fears we won't admit to ourselves, and we're not always sure how to overcome them. We need love, but we're not convinced we deserve it. We want to love ourselves, but we don't know how. To one degree or another, there is chaos and confusion in each of us. Ideas take hold, and opinions intimidate. We get caught up in our own drama and take it all so seriously. We play roles that don't reflect the truth of what we are. Why do we do this to ourselves?
The answer is that we were shown how, and we became masters at it. Everyone is born an authentic being, but it is hard to remain authentic in a world where beliefs have already been assigned to us. As infants and children, we are told who we are, how we should behave, and how to respond to what we perceive.
We all know how little kids say the funniest things – funny, because they speak the truth as they perceive it, without judgment. Honest insights, plainly spoken, sound pretty shocking to adult ears.
Why? In many cultures, stating an obvious truth is considered impolite. Honesty and authenticity are considered child-like qualities. At times, they might even be considered rude. Most of us have learned to lie about what we see and how we feel.
….Learn your truth, express it……
BREAKING THE STIGMA
I'm just using my page as a platform to get my words out there to the world. There is a stigma in the media that the prison houses nothing but animals, and the scum of the earth. I'll be the first to admit that there are evil people residing here but there is also genius, brilliance and talent beyond measure residing here as well and that's what I want to showcase through my words. The aim is to connect, inspire and/or change the narrative of the common portrayal of a prisoner. All potential pen pals are highly encouraged to engage in open discussions on whatever that sparks your interest.
by Alexander Rosa
MASS SHOOTINGS & RACIAL HATRED IN AMERICA
On 8-3-19, 20 people were killed and 26 more were wounded in El Paso, TX, when a 24 year old gunman and white nationalist/supremacist opened fire with a military semi-automatic assault rifle in a TX Walmart shopping center. The suspect then surrendered without incident and is now in custody. But on 8-5-19, 2 more people died from their gun wounds. Authorities said the shooter posted a manifesto on line about his hatred for Mexicans then targeted the Mexican community and some beautiful white souls. Authorities are treating this massacre as an act of domestic terrorism and hatred for Mexicans.
13 hours later, in Dayton, Oh, on 8-4-19, 9 more beautiful souls were killed and 27 more were injured, when another gunman opened fire, killing several black and white soles, including his own sister. It took just 30 seconds for officers to stop the mass shooter, the gunman was killed by police, but not before 9 beautiful souls were killed.
2 mass shootings, 31 beautiful souls dead, in less than 24 hours. What a tragedy. I'm shocked. Killing black and white soles, and Latinos because they are Mexicans or immigrants, breaks my heart. My heart aches for the victims and survivors. Did the President’s redrics, racial comments, and hatred for Mexican immigrants, inspire the mass shooting in Texas? I believe so. And I believe the mass shooting in Texas prompted the mass shooting in Dayton, Oh, and as a Puerto Rican, American, I am concerned. Such redrics, hatred, racism, hate crimes, copycats, mass shootings must stop. We're all brothers and sisters no matter what race or color. #El Paso, Texas strong. #Dayton, Oh strong. #American strong. # Latino/White/Black strong.
My state case is one of many that has been obtained by confessions falsely obtained. While I was serving an amended life sentence in the federal system for drug trafficking conspiracy, I was unknowingly brought back to Illinois to face allegations about a cold-case homicide. My federal attorney was not notified or present during their interrogation by the homicide detectives. (Which is a violation of my rights) I was also promised that I would not be charged with this crime.
After indicted and charged with murder along with six other charges, I was forced by the Peoria public defender office to plead guilty which is void and also another violation of my rights. I do not have a life anymore and I just recently received a reserve and remand of the state to strike my conviction.
I am seeking any and all legal help and/or advice, so I may be free sooner than expected.
I'm happy to inform you that you will now have the option of text messaging directly to my tablet.
Anyone interested in contacting me by text message must first visit our connectnetwork.com web page.
This site will walk you through the process of creating an account, locating me by: state - (South Dakota), facility – (Mike Durfee State Penitentiary) and inmate name. Once this is completed, you must set up an email address specifically for this site to get verification to start messaging me. Messages and photo attachments are $0.25 each.
OR, with your iPhone - visit App Store, find the GTL app (purple in color), download to phone, set up account.
I encourage anyone interested worldwide to give this a try. It's new to me and would be awesome to receive your messages/photos.
Let's see, what else?
I've been listening/discovering lots of different music, meditation and even some languages and cultures through my tablet under music section. A lot of the Bosnian, Russian And Spanish speaking cultures under the music section have caught my attention.
I'm open to anyone's music suggestions, etc. Your messages are important to me, I very much look forward to our friendship and will message all.
I spend my days working in material handling/shipping and receiving. During my off time I make Native American beadwork.
Those who are interested in corresponding by mail, please read our mailing rules which I've posted on my main profile page.