Poetry written by me. (Timothy Ray) 10-2-08. Please rate and comment.
THX IN ADVANCE.

Painful memories.

This is a realistic horror about what the consquences are to crime.You always go in one way and come out another, hardened by the criminals you do time with.Society itself punishes you, hardens you and slaps you in with a bunch of convicts who know the rules of the game.You then become aware that you either do or die and inevitably become an even worse criminal than what you were when you went in, straying from all pupose, leading you down the devils path of enlightment. Perhaps we know someone like this,or have a family member like this, but no one ever likes to admit it as though they themselves are the ones that committed the crime.I wrote this for my brother.

You hold me prisoner, because of him I just canot move on.

Was watching about haunted plantations and came up with this piece.Hoe I did not offend anyone by it.But A show about the Myrtle plantation came up on TV and gave me this idea.Natrurally,a pen and paper wasnt to far away from me.

My poem about the battle between myself and the man trying to say my son is his own.

…there might never be any fix for the holes of the heart. With the heart being the symbol of love and the organ to keep us alive and seems to hold our feelings.

Redemption from slavery.

There is so much turmoil seething around the world that one cannot help but think that such a situation is perhaps preordained. Strained relationships seem to be an inherent problem for humanity, since time immemorial.

Love made in air castles are not meant to last long.