Tagged: prison poem

Taking The Edge Off Prison Life

 

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The following poem was written back in June of 1996. Back then I was a drug using, drug selling, violent little badass. I was at Walla Walla, living with Mikey and Jeff. When we were using drugs and smoking joints people use to walk by our cell, look in, and fiend. A lot of guys would stop at our bars and try to make small talk in hopes it would lead to a free hit, or a joint.

(To read more about this crazy time in my life, please check out my ebook called, STONE CITY: LIFE IN THE PENITENTIARY. Specifically, Chapter: 7.)

 

TAKING THE EDGE OFF PRISON LIFE

Waking up slow to the practical jokes,
where coffee is a must and everyone smokes.

Take a deep breath you can smell the green,
as the broke walk by they look in and fiend.

People say I’m gone how I wish that was true,
the fact is that I’m here so let me tell you what I do.

I kick em in the face sometimes I choke em out,
But then I get away with it and that’s what its about.

So please don’t mess because I gotta confess,
when it comes to fighting dirty I’m one of the best.

So what if I’m small so what if you’re tall,
within ten seconds guarantee you will fall.

The hell with taking the edge off prison life,
its more like taking your head off with my prison knife!

 

That poem illustrates just how sick my thoughts were. As a result, my actions were extremely destructive. I was oblivious to the fact that I induced my own suffering and hardships.

Now, it is with a joyous heart that I share a more recent poem that was written on 10-25-13, in the midst of enlightenment and spiritual awakening. I am so blessed to have this gentle love in my life. THIS is what takes the edge off of prison life for me these days.

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THE MAGIC OF HER LOVE

Love is like magic, at least it is for me.
I pulled a rabbit out the hat, and her name is Suzie.

She transformed my world, a cold hard place.
By showing me a warm soft glow, within the beauty of her face.

Our situation is unique, and to some very strange.
But there’s nothing in this world that love can’t change.

Her love is so pure, understanding and kind.
She loves with all her heart, body, soul and mind.

Her love is so powerful, it reaches my core.
Her love is a love I’ve never felt before.

Her love is a love in which I’ve been seeking.
Her love is a language in which I’m now speaking.

Her love is the love that inspires my life.
Her love is the love that I’ve found in my wife.

 

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Steven Jennings

The Sky Is Beautiful

 

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This is a poem I wrote 14 years ago in November of 2002. As I go back and read some of my older poems, I contemplate whether or not I should share them. And if I do share them, should I edit them? Naw, I’ll just give it to you how it is. Here goes:

 

THE SKY IS BEAUTIFUL

The sky is beautiful, pure is the air,
the world is ugly and so damn unfair.

So I stare…
up into the peaceful blue,
f#@k this place and f#@k you too!

But I don’t feel like this when I’m up in a bliss,
where rainbows hug and clouds kiss.

Visions of life make up the o-zone,
as I look up from down here, I see it’s all gone.

Standing on the earth,
wondering what its all worth.

Looking in the sky,
is it where we go when we die?

Then why….am I already there,
locked in a vision with a cold dead stare.

Don’t trip on me because I’m tripping on this,
most points will hit, others will miss.

But that’s cool,
I’ll be the fool.

Or perhaps I’m a little too deep,
and the road to my mind is a little too steep,
I live my best hours in my sleep.

In my sleep I see in the sky,
instead of blue it’s black like when we die.

So what’s my point, what am I saying,
that life is better when our body’s decaying?

I don’t know, it kinda seems that way,
live my life and see what you say.

When living in the skies is your best damn times,
or the hours you spend when you close your eyes.

Or you could come on down and do it like this:
always be pissed,
constantly hurting over things you miss,
Its not living, you simply exist…

in a shadow of crime,
always doing time,

every second of the day,
but that’s not the case I’m happy to say…

Simply because I do it my way,
elevating up to where the birds play,
and loving the darkness at the end of my day.

The sky is beautiful, pure is the air,
the world is ugly and so damn unfair.

 

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Steven Jennings

Striving For Tranquility

 

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Inspired by the desire to change my ways.
Inspired by desiderata and bright beautiful days…

 

Rise above the noise and hate, and float on a cloud of serenity. Absorb the tranquility found within silence.

Without compromising your morals and integrity, try to be on peaceful terms with everyone.

When you speak you repeat what you already know, when you listen you create an opportunity to grow. So listen to everyone, including the loud, aggressive, and vexations, for they too have the ability to teach, even if it’s how not to act.

In a world full of rapid change, be prepared to alter your course but not your focus. Embrace your plans and remember your achievements. Remain enthusiastic about your goals and always finish what you start.

Gain specialized knowledge in your business affairs and always research the answers before you ask the questions. If they can fool you, they can beat you. The world is full of trickery. Let this not discourage you. Stay alert and strive for high goals. The world constantly offers unlimited success.

Be yourself. Stay true. Do not feign for affection. Do not force love. For in the face of aridity and deception, the universe has a beautiful plan for you. Be patient.

Take kindly the wisdom of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Harness the strength found in good times to shield you in sudden misfortune. Do not stress over imaginings, just be prepared. Stress is a choice.

Always be gentle with yourself. Eat healthy, exercise, and get plenty of rest. Create your own pleasures and visit them often. In the face of adversity, stay positive.

You are a child of the Universe. Like all living creatures, you have a right to be here. Be kind and genuine, the universe will respond.

Be at peace with mankind, and whatever your passions and desires, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace within your soul.

With all its shame, violence, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Choose to focus on all the beauty. Surround yourself with positive people. And enjoy your existence on planet earth as a human being.

 

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Steven Jennings

Striving For Tranquility

Inspired by the desire to change my ways.
Inspired by desiderata and bright beautiful days.
With a humble heart, I bring you, “Striving For Tranquility”

Rise above the noise and hate, and float on a cloud of serenity. Absorb the tranquility found within silence.

Without compromising your morals and integrity, try to be on peaceful terms with everyone.

When you speak you repeat what you already know, when you listen you create an opportunity to grow. So listen to everyone, including the loud, aggressive, and vexations, for they too have the ability to teach, even if it’s how not to act.

In a world full of rapid change, be prepared to alter your course but not your focus. Embrace your plans and remember your achievements. Remain enthusiastic about your goals and always finish what you start.

Gain specialized knowledge in your business affairs and always research the answers before you ask the questions. If they can fool you, they can beat you. The world is full of trickery. Let this not discourage you. Stay alert and strive for high goals. The world constantly offers unlimited success.

Be yourself. Stay true. Do not feign for affection. Do not force love. For in the face of aridity and deception, the universe has a beautiful plan for you. Be patient.

Take kindly the wisdom of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Harness the strength found in good times to shield you in sudden misfortune. Do not stress over imaginings, just be prepared. Stress is a choice.

Always be gentle with yourself. Eat healthy, exercise, and get plenty of rest. Create your own pleasures and visit them often. In the face of adversity, stay positive.

You are a child of the Universe. Like all living creatures, you have a right to be here. Be kind and genuine, the universe will respond.

Be at peace with mankind, and whatever your passions and desires, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace within your soul.

With all its shame, violence, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Choose to focus on all the beauty. Surround yourself with positive people. And enjoy your existence on planet earth as a human being.

Steven Jennings

A Late Night Poem

 

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For me, the hardest part of achieving success from prison is being patient. A task that should only take a few hours, takes days. A task that should take a few days, takes weeks, months, and sometimes years!

I finished writing the manuscript for Stone City: Life In The Penitentiary back in 2009. It’s now 2013, and it’s still not published.

At times I feel extremely discouraged. But I refuse to allow that discouragement to affect me in a negative way. Instead, I use the power within my mind to re-channel that energy into a positive force.

This poem is an example of that. It was late and I couldn’t sleep. I was frustrated & discouraged due to a lack of progress regarding my book. I didn’t like how I was feeling. So I sat up in bed, clicked on my reading lamp, and wrote this poem. Enjoy!

 

It’s late.
I meditate.

In the dark,
My mind sparks,
My vision ignites,
My soul excites.

My future is divine.
The past is mine.
I’m no longer blind.

I see what I want,
I know what I’ll get.
Patients is a virtue,
I’ll never quit.

My mind is my God,
I pray everyday.
I cut my own path,
I lead my own way.

My God is alive, sleek, and stealth,
He dwells in the midst of my inner wealth.

Look where you’re at,
Now look at me.
Who’s in prison,
Who is free?

Who has passion,
Who has desire,
Who is honest,
Who is the liar?

Where most would fail,
I succeed.
Success is in my blood,
I love to bleed.

We only live once,
What are you doing?
43 years in prison,
My life still isn’t ruined.

Perception is reality,
My mind is strong.
Life is short,
Prison is long.

-Steven Jennings