Idle Mind....a poem from prison....

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    Idle Mind....a poem from prison....

    Idle Mind

    i sit in my cell for committing a crime...
    i realize why people say that the
    devils playground is in the idle mind...

    i think about the good and i think about the bad
    but as much as i try to stay sane
    most of me is unpleasant and i feel
    sad...
    i wish i could sleep it away...
    and when i wake up to be a free man...

    but problems are meant to be faced and
    runnin is not what i plan to do
    sometimes i think to myself that my
    loved ones of me have forgotten...

    so i try to convince myself that im
    wrong and that inside my mind is
    just some kind of evil demon plottin.....
    i was begining to get psychotic and
    i thought i was loosin my mind...

    but i just got a letter from my
    queen Laura and she tells me to
    "be strong and have faith...
    and the day for us to unite will
    only be a matter of time....."

    el guero...

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    honeypot commented on Idle Mind....a poem from prison....

    12-28-2010

    You sound as if you are losing it but then the letter from a faithful one has help you hold it all together The love of a good woman is everything.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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