Prisoner Express Poetry Anthology April 2008 Vo l u me Two [1] Thank you to the following contributors…. Charles V. Anderson [page 2] Thee Baldhead Blackman [30] Theresa Battles [10] Thee Gracious Poet [20] Eric Bederson [16] Earl E. Thomas [28] Synthia China Blast [8] Jonathan Thompson [2, 3, 19, 24] E. Byh [14] TMC (The Mexican Connection) [26] Charles Cameron [7] Unknown [23] Joseph Angel Cano [11, 12] Reginald West [5] William Chaplar [13, 19] Ruben Wilson [25] Dana “Y’ungblood” Crawford [17, 29] Ben Winter [3] John E. Christ [12] …and to everyone who sent in their poems! Carlos Contreras [22] Gilbert M. Davila [17] Copyright notice: All works belong to their Tomieko N. Davis [16] original creators and have been republished Brandon Jamal Dixon Sr. [5] by Prisoner Express with the express Leroy Floyd II [15] permission of the creators. Please do not Brandon Lee Garvin [5] reproduce anything in this book without Gary Gilbert [24, 26] getting permission, in writing, from the Ronnie Gurganus [4] Deanna James [7] artist. Willie Jenkins [2] Prisoner Express can provide Chester Jones [24] the address of anyone Reginald Jones [22] published here you Chermon Kennemur [11] may want to Theodore Leslie [28] write to. Jorge Lira [10] Francisco J. Lopez [18] Christopher Manthei [29] James Meier [6, 25, 27, 29] Miami [9] CF Murdoch [9] Juan Ochoa [15] Shane P. [19] Bryan Page [8, 18] Ricky Pearson [15, 28] Pablo J.Ponce [30] Chief J. Ramos [17, 25] The Rooster [27] Joe Evans Santoya [6] Marcus Shedd [16] J.S. Slaymaker 5, 12, 28, 29] David Snyder [10, 11, 14] Armando Solis [30] Jackey R. Sollars [3, 18] Starkim [2] Tommy Ray Steele [7] Eric Michael Street [2, 13, 14] Talib [22] Anwar Tapia [24] [2] Buddhist Prayer for Peace this book, the pages became my blanket, the words Willie Jenkins warm and gentle. Imagine thinking of yourself, what would you remember? May all beings everywhere The aggression that I held was for my purification plagued with suffering of body and mind washing with my own blood, I held on for dear life, quickly be freed from their illnesses. clutching on to my sanity. An explosion of my thoughts May those frightened cease to be afraid, brought forth a change in my realm of relativity. I and may those bound be free. regained my relevance. I hear the song of reassurance, it May the powerless find power, and may increased my endurance, I felt the rush coming over me. people think of befriending one another. Slowly it felt like the softest fabrics, clothe me, console May those who find themselves in trackless, my spirit, make time move faster, free me from my fearful wilderness: the children, the aged, enemies that hold me captive against my will. the unprotected, Be guarded by beneficial celestials. A Letter to God And may they swiftly attain brotherhood. Jonathan Thompson dedicated to Dr. Maya Angelou Unicycle Eric Michael Street I understand that it all starts with me So I ask for wisdom as I bend my knees We look at Nature and Lord I give my battle up for you to fight Our nature is to classify And I open my heart to your guiding light To satisfy some drive to Draw lines between such Father you've brought me through the storm Things as cannot be divided then But still my life is far from the norm If we minded our surroundings So I keep praising, for you have saved me They’re abounding with ample And promised to love me for all eternity Obvious examples of how things Such as a plow are simple You have given me another chance to live Holy symbols of the unity And my broken spirit you have healed And infinity of Birth So in return I will sacrifice to save another To Rebirth for Life And share your glory with my sisters and brothers Is rife with Death and Each last breath is our first As long as I am here On earth. I will be used And as long as you shine down on me Realm I will give all praises to you Starkim Stream of Life How did I leave without moving? They sold me to Charles V. Anderson the state that raped my community, I just wanted a slice of the moon and sprinkle stars all over it, plus taste the Life is like riding down the river, Earth’s crust. I stood still, the only thing that moved Listening to Mark Twain, as the banjo was my thoughts. My soul frozen. plays on. As I see the swamp bird rise Take away sound and think out loud rest your ideas from the water's edge; as the mosquito in a volcano, creating erupts. Headaches of reality. I bites my neck, I see the alligator opened my mouth to yawn, bored by my pondering. I watching through the moss like life questioned my existence and held my breath tasting the waiting to take another bite out of time. lust in my heart. Drenched in my own filth, I nearly I find myself following this stream drowned in affliction. Regurgitate my weakness in this searching for an end in the water's depth. realm, it rained lava, acid rivers, I cried chemicals. Sinking until I'm gone and I find myself old Flowers died the hour lied, time was wrong. Words of and know life will continuously flow winter fall then spring back up because I miss summer down this stream of life. some her. I slept in placenta before I could remember, I laid in [3] My Revelation Today Is Thy Only Kingdom Ben Winter Jackey R. Sollars Do I dare compare myself to the desert prophets of old Today is thy only kingdom, Were Mohamed and Moses as tortured as I A minutia of life. In this desert of the mind and soul To get all wrongs right Marching to thy own beating drum, Mirages of hope dancing before tearful eyes Seize this opportunity! A promised land of nowhere and nothing Flip the bull by its horns. A myth, a dream and a lie too many time told Dance with all the storms. Too many times believed to be Become what thou ought to be. The truth absolute Cast fear upon a gale wind. By simple hoping fools Muster courage, strength, achieve victory For many the trials as well as the enemy. And I wonder… Testing thy faith’s compassion, Where is my revelation supposed to be Blessing the thy peace and wisdom Where is my virgin statue weeping blood For today is your only kingdom. My Lazarus, my manna from heaven, my water to wine My arise and walk through parted Red Seas What Was, And What Is For I have delivered thee! Jonathan Thompson If isolation leads to enlightenment I have seen smiles and peace on rainy days I should be the wisest being And I've felt shame and pain in many ways A laughing Budda, a Soloman, a Confucian sage I've come from nothing to become someone on this earth A Socrates or a Plato And I've seen goody two-shoes fall from grace to less Whose wisdom echoes throughout the ages than dirt Lingering in the minds of countless generations I would build a world of philosophic glory I've seen those thought to be dumb learn in society And I've seen educated people fall to stupidity And still I wonder… I've seen love over-ride hate in the hearts of men Where is my revelation supposed to be And I've seen hate for men in the eyes of women What mystic truth will solitude reveal to me What god or goddess will appear to me I've seen the weak make a stand and become strong Through clouds through visions, through angels And I've seen the strong break down and do wrong Through burning bushes of hallelujah chorus I've seen the forgotten remembered by their past lovers And brazen trumpet fare And I've seen the unbreakable bond crash between two To share with me what it’s all about brothers But I guess I’m too full of doubt I've been through hardships but I have a better day in To believe in distant desert mirages sight And any angel I’ve seen I only pray that I'm blessed to make it through the night Must have been a dream And there will always love, hate, smiles and tears, I'm Must have been my mind hallucinating and playing your witness tricks And no matter how we live it, life will always be what was and what is Anything I cannot enclose with my mind is fable, False, illusion, error, a lie, a grave mistake of some kind And even though I’ve tried so hard to find them I dismiss the miracles I’ve seen Left to wonder once again Where is my revelation supposed to be [4] Penitents Ronnie Gurganus Shortened spires Trimmed in white A thousand moving minarets Clouds of dust meet waves of heat Beneath the solemn druid feet As they circumambulate Like Muslims at Medina Mendicants and proselytes Forced to worship reverently At the State’s unseemly mosque Of incapacitation Minatory elocution Builds redoubts of retribution Zealots of authority Construct cloisters of control Arrayed all the same With like minds and like colors Sit promethean vultures Disaffected and cruel Under the big top The psychotic, sad circus Humanity reduced Arenas of power To obsequious syllables For the empathically challenged Truncated horizons Lives interrupted Where pageants of time Loves left to die Parade lazily by Sublimation of legal misery Habitués of urban fen Played out in courts Become monastic denizens And on tv Brothers; blood-kin Legislators, cops and judges Tied by suffering Self-appointed And by guilt Vanguard of morality Circumstance adduced And in some fine Amid new cries and fancy way And forlorn walls Immolation is redeeming Of justice— And they find Somewhat delayed The martyrs swinging Safe passage bid As we cut them down So someday may My soul return When wiser heads Learn to prevail To fiddle while Old Texas burns [5] Each One Teach One Our Divinity Brandon Jamal Dixon Sr.