Inmate Poetry

Hold on in the darkness though no gleam if light breaks through.

Keep on dreaming dreams although they never quite come true.

Keep on moving forward though you don’t know what’s ahead.

Keep on keeping on though it’s a lonely ride on your own.

Keep on looking up towards the goal you have in view.

Keep on at the task God has given you to do.

Keep on in the hope that there are better times in store.

Keep on praying for the things that you are waiting for.

Blessings come to those who in the turmoil of events.

flashing lights and beautiful rainbows
perfect lines and innuendos
light my fire like a burning candle
scattered lives and open windows

"Happiness is Mine"

Happiness is the key to life, It can be in the form of a beautiful wife. Happiness is the smile on a face, Giving my kids joy is a memory that can never be erased. Happiness is the wake of a new day, Truly blessed and highly favored in every way. Happiness is the love from God, Knowing that in a place like hell his love will never fail. Happiness is mine, As it starts in the mind.

Gotta take the good with the bad

Smile with the sad

Love what you got

And remember what you had

Messin' with the ones

Who help me in the times

When I was flat broke

Didn't even have a dime...

I'm that rose that grew from the concrete--Tupac Shakur

Personal quote:

"Dream's are only an illusion for those who don't believe; and for those who believe their dream's Will come true!"

By: Salvador Castro

"Her"

I dreamed it, I seen it, I saw her that which is, that never was, but will always be her. Her she walks by never says hi but always says bye. Never looking me in my eyes. But always comes by me. Why? Is she out my league?

That's impossible to see, because she is always seeking me. Who is she or better yet her? The one that doesn't speak, never looks at me. But somehow I always catch her taking a peek at me. She looks away startled by my approach, I ask why do you never speak?

"Impression First"
They always tend to view certain topics thinking it reveals the whole truth
Everything seems to always be the breaking news bringing the inside scoop
What makes this valuable information so accurate with the stories it bring
Why can't people just see past the materialistic aspect of a lost ring

"Judge Mental"
Coming into this site I'm for certain being crucified but still won't crack
Regardless of the alleged mistake on my end sixteen years don't come back
I can understand why you feel this way but don't overlook my change
I'm used to being looked upon like a villain to most and that's not strange

"Buy or Sell"
They say the game is to be sold and not told but to me it's just old
There is nothing that I haven't seen or heard I got the cheat codes
players come and they go and most of them wear the same clothes
So please get out my way with that mess because you'll get bulldozed

"Prison Life"

Have you ever seen the sun shine inside a lonely prison cell, Felt lonely inside with no one to tell? Friends and family say that they love you and wish you were there, But sometimes wonder, do they really care? As the sun comes down with the coming up moon, I try to be cheerful, hoping that I'll be home soon. The mailman comes and greets 1,000 men, But the letter I long for fails to come again.

"Dying Breed"

FINDING MYSELF

Slow step into the muck.
Sea filled with all the fucks
I give
And
Breathe deep the dirt of luck.
I live.

Walls Of Sorrow

Beyond the towering walls of sorrow,
there lies a land of no tomorrow.
The shadow of the walls will fall on you,
after you travel the path of stolen youth.

Beyond the walls are bars of fate,
which seals a kingdom ruled by hate,
and in this kingdom, there lives a king,
who chews the bones of broken dreams.

The broken dreams that feed the king,
belong to men whose lives have been
imprisoned beyond the walls of sorrow,
wandering the land of no tomorrow.

My name is Mohyjah Ariel king
Mo=most
Hy= high
Jah, like bob marly said,means YAH =YAHWEH
Mohyjah means most high (God)YAHWEH
Ariel means a young lion
also Jerusalem and is also a mighty angel I am a Hebrew King.
I am YAHWEH’S young lion King.
Im a blue and red fire

 There are many different Dimensions to every man.                                                                                                               The soul, the heart, the feelings that it creates                                                                                                                       But you only see what you hate.                                                                                                                                             The struggle in the pain that comes,                                                           

Though times have changed and the world shares a great pain,
there is no one to blame, it is all our shame. 
No image can deepen the wounds, 
is there no real love that will hold and console all our children as a whole? 
Is there no souls in the eyes that cast hatred?
 For if a stone is cast, then it is said this world won't last, 
for we all have a past. 
Let the stones go, let us make it through trying times. 
Could it be we're all blind to the real love of mankind?
 Ask God to give us a sign, is there a sign, is there no sign, 

What is truly needed for a centered breath?
Locked in a cage under a mountain.
Claustrophobia in the middle of the sea.
Gravity grows heavier with the aging of seconds,
I take more air and yet I cannot breathe,
For yet I can only see
And feel the things I cannot touch,
Yet burn a fire inside the heart I used to drive.
Hit the gas because my engine needs to be alive.
Distractions are too short and takes many tics,
Small joys are too fleeting and are taken for granted.
Achievements are stepping stones,

I'm not afraid to fall,
the bottom is where I learned the most;
Every day I strive to overcome the times that I have landed in;
I learned that every trial has a success, it's my awareness that suggests the manner in which I thrive, or fail the test;

If I fail and get back up, I build my character;
But if I get up while never failing, I leave more room for error;
I've learned so much from failure I wonder if it is the success I fear;
Because every time I near a goal I think of how far I have to go;

The Billionaire Prisoner

You are not defined by the worst mistakes that you have made, but by who you can become
I am sincerely remorseful for my past mistakes, and today, I do hope that I am demonstrating this by mannerism of now focusing my entire all upon the betterment of not only myself but the whole total of humankind.

Forgive me: Forgiveness, a gift of the spirit, for which I do not know... Show me world, gift me, so that I may imitate... Gift me, so I may learn, once learned I may perfect. No? So how does one continue? Do I then gift you back what you've given me? Do I turn from you world, as you turned on me? Do I show you world what you've shown me? I choose not. I've decided not. I will try this forgiveness Not because you have shown it to me Not because I truly know how... But because world, even if my forgiveness is imperfect. Even if my forgiveness does not help.

When I look around it seems I see so much misery,
Then I stare in the mirror and wonder if it's you or me,
If you numb the pain forever what is your reality?
Maybe resisting the temptation is not the way to be,
Should I too choose to be blind so I can limit what I see?
It's like the less that you see the more that you feel free,
But do I want to feel...Or do I want to be?
To be or not to be is the question that troubles me.

I can sense Satan is after me;
he attacks me through my faculties.
Prays become casualties.
Valiantly,
I would fight and suffer defeat.
Afterward I beg God to intervene
just long enough for me to rise back to my feet.
Loud whispers,
vocalized in a way so that only I can hear them.
Demons and Spirits;
I see and feel them.
Ungodly thoughts fill my mind while I'moffering Salat,
more often than not,
causing me not to offer them right.
Shadows of Jinn,

You that's readingthis...You are beautiful and special. You deserve so much. You was created to stand out. Let your beauty shine!

Here's a poem I found in an old notebook this morning. I wrote it with a friend via snail mail in 2017/18. We'd mail a sheet of paper back and forth for a while. I'd write a line, mail it to her and she'd do the same.

1+1=Poetry

Forgive me:

Forgiveness, a gift of the spirit, for which I do not know...

Show me world, gift me, so that I may imitate...

Gift me, so I may learn, once learned I may perfect.

No?

So how does one continue?

Do I then gift you back what you've given me?

Do I turn from you world, as you turned on me?

Do I show you world what you've shown me?

I choose not.

I've decided not.

I will try this forgiveness

Not because you have shown it to me

Not because I truly know how...

Story of the Heart and Life in the Streets

What is life?
Growing up we were always in struggle
Family fights as I was in and out of trouble
Understanding strife...

But there was always food up on the table.
Neighborhood blight as my life became unstable
Searching for meaning in the streets.

Now it's known I'm a man 'cause I shook a sack.
Staying high to fight off demons creeping up back.
Still alive but a ghost trapped up in a beat.

I'm the ride or die type
Like Bonnie and Clyde
There's substance to my words
like ecstasy extracted from a verb
had nothing left to live for
like Pac said best find something to die for
My baby felt empty and hollow inside
As I looked at my reflection in the mirror I seen the pain in my eyes
so in touch with my feelings, it's unreal
Mu heart's on my sleeve, can't let my right hand be revealed
I look up in the sky and wonder what's there
the burdens on my shoulders are getting too heavy to bear