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Archie Smith #910941

 "Lost and Found"


 “Lost and Found”

A touch of emotion, I can’t see.
Was it your breath?
I want to feel you breathe.
But I’m so far away- still thoughts of you come to me.
Setting me free.
I’m so far away and here I have to stay.
But only in body, can they hold me down.
Now that you’ve found me once again.
My mind is free to come you.
Knowing your love and faith, to me, win mend.
So long I’ve needed you.
My long lost friend.
Today was a bad day- then I felt you come my way.
Your words brushing my cheek.
Giving me what I need.
Feeding me with hope and faith.
Releasing my mind.
To escape from this place.
Still I’m so far away-here I have to stay.
But only in body can they hold me down.
Now that you’ve found me once again.
My mind is free to come to you- receiving me.
I know your love and faith to me, will long I’ve needed you,
My long lost friend.
Sitting here, wrapped in concrete and steel
Even with all that.
It’s you, I feel.
Feeling me up- my cup overflowing.
Giving me hope.
Keeping me going.
No matter how far, I am from you.
You will come to me.
Setting me free.
So far away, but it doesn’t matter.
Only in body, can they hold us down.
Now that you’ve found me one again.
Together- each other, we will mend.
No longer are we lost.
My friend.




Would you still know my face?  So close we had been.
Is there any trace of me left, in your head?
There wer times that I held you tight; my arms surrounding
you while you cried.
Would you still know my hands, if I held theme befor wide?
Many times to each other we spoke.
Listening to you – you listening to me.
My voice, would you still know?
Together we laughed- happiness share for a while.
Would you still know my smile?
In each other’s eyes we stared- reading one another’s
Have you forgot my eyes are blue?
Toegther we sanged the songs,
You out of tune- me out of key.
I remember you.
Do you remember me?




It happens, time and time again-you know theme where
they walk in.
They have that look that says – “they know they’ve made a life
mistake-getting sent out this place” – especially because
of their race
At first they will try to act tough but acting is not enough.
Besides the eyes don’t lie.
The fear shows and the predators know.
First it will start with some coercion of conversation.
As if they are his friends and he will want to believe, but
he is only being deceived.
Despite being told he has two choices to make – stay
silent and be what they want him to be or convert to
violence but he doesn’t know violence – not true violence.
So silent he will be and for him a daily life of advances
and cruelty become reality.
As time goes by, I will see him not meeting anyone’s
Sitting on the floor, he is not allowed to be himself anymore.
He has become property – to be passed around – to do
what he is told – even to be sold.
Day after day pain is inflicted upon him but the pain
is not as bad, as the unbearable shame.
And day after day as I watch him become less and
less of a man.
Like him, I feel helpless.

The strain and pain she has that look on her face


The strain and pain she has that look on her face-I reach to touch and smooth out her hair, but she doesn’t’ know I’m there.

That far away look she stares into space, what is she seeing-I reach to bring her back from that terrible place.

She looks at me, but I’m sure she is not seeing me-for her eyes pass right through me.

She speaks and often times shouts, staring into space, screaming at the air-who is she talking to, there is no one there.

I reach to hold her telling her it’s okay, but I know that’s not true it seems she has always been this way.

She pushes me away not standing to be touched, bringing her fist down in anger-will she like this forever.

What’s in her mind-her heart I know is still true but her heart to her mind can’t make it through.

So much hurt and pain she has endured from those who were supposed to protect and love her-for her mind there is no cure.

Only temporary fixtures of pharmaceutical mixtures that have closed her mind like all the rest of times-from the anguish, anger, pain and me. So day after day I keep waiting and hoping that her mind will open but I know it’s not to be for my mamma’s mind is-





My mind clear and feeling free,
Giving a sense of serenity,
Only seeing my point of destiny.

With my heart beating like a fine-oiled machine,
Pushing blood to places that are in need,
My lungs pulling air for my body to breathe.

With a slap, slap, slap, slap my feet pushing and pulling,
So that even when I feel I can't go anymore, I keep going.
The breeze on my skin keeps my body from overheating, 
Still water pours from my body, as if I'm badly bleeding.

My determination and will are like stainless steel,
Shiny and strong,
Falter not, I will keep going on and on,
Eating up the pavement, like the broken hearted eat up a love song.

So on and on I will go, till the day comes where I am incapable of running anymore.

Things to Come


"Things to Come"

Walking on the beach with the sand at my feet, birds flying through the sky, The Sun shining way up high.

Working in my garden I will do-the dirt in my finger it will run through. Honey Bees buzzing at head, the smell of greenery at my stead.

Going anywhere I choose, in and out any doors I want to walk through-anyplace, anywhere and not a worry nor care.

Making inquiries to any woman I see, hoping for the chance to touch, taste and smell, the feeling will be so knew to me.

In a car I will drive, rolling down the highway doing 65- the radio way up loud and feeling so free, feeling so proud, going anywhere I choose-to any state- somewhere far from this place.

Being with the ones I love-living my life as it was meant to be-these are the things I dream of-these are the things to come for me.

Lost Words


"Lost Words"

Pen in hand, paper at my desk I put down words I want to say forgotten all the rest.

Words they flow from my mind through my heart down to this pen and paper and that's how it starts.

Shutting out all interruptions around me, just pen, paper and words of finding.

All my worries, hurt, anger and fears, I put down on paper for someone to hear.

I scream, I shout in words I put down- is anyone listening, words don't make sounds.

Write- I write from dawn through daylight, so many words it blurs my sight.

But still I write words of hope, love and dreams sending them out hoping that someone will hear me.

Though I fear, as words I write here-no one will give me, not even a thought-for my words were lost.

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9/15/1968 (age 50)
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Archie Smith #910941
Terrel Unit
1300 FM 655
Rosharon, TX 77583
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