Poem

Inmate Poem “Modern Day Guilded Age”

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Trials and tribulations, mind over matter,
Reality transformation, born from Venus raised on Saturn,
Open galaxy mind frame, with earthly options
On a mission for freedom ending the government’s pattern,
Lost in the system, no control
Institutionalized battles, let me go,
Pharmaceutical companies poison the soul,
Money, power and corruption is their only goal,
Continuing their agenda towards the N.W.O.,
Daily forecasts, toxic rain,
False flag operations, suffering pain,
Manifestation of fire and brimstone through digital frequencies,
Touch screens and ringtones, mass manipulation,
Privacy invasions, legal rights taken, history is tainted,guilded-age-p2
Fulfilling the prophecy of the United Nations,
Reptilian races changing the entire equation,
One world government, one world religion,
Enslaving our men and brainwashing our children,
CERN Collider cataclysms funded by modern day Communism,
Community meth breakfasts followed by chew-trail lunches,
As Planet X approaches prepare your underground bunkers,
Entranced by MK Ultra hypnotisms,
While consuming genetically modified organisms,
Sell your plasma and DNA
To fund human clone projects by the CIA,
It’s the Modern Day Gilded Age,
Royal family bloodlines,
Dominating the past and current timeline,
Houses falling in sink holes as birds and trees die,
End of the American dollar, economic decline,
While prison populations continue growing in size,
Demonic possession currently on the rise,
Religious groups claim biblical ending of times,
As I see the same thing from my very own eyes,
With Holy Spirit’s love, I try,
With tears of Jesus Christ, I cry.

“Modern Day Guilded Age”~ Seth Comstock        February 22, 2017

Published with author permission.

Editor’s note: We corrected spelling and organized according to the best fit for this blog page.

Inmate Poetry “A Changed Man”

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We are always blessed to receive letters, most especially ones that share poetry.

Please keep them coming!

 

Thank you, Alex for blessing us with your work. God bless and keep you, brother.

 

“A Changed Man”
By Alex M Woolner

How shall I tell my story, without it causing tears
Or share with you my sorrows, and my triumph over fears

My tale is not just mine you see, it’s owned by many men
Those deceived by strength of pride, who turned from God to sin

I hope that as you listen, you’ll recognize in me
A goodness that is possible, in all of those you see

It started very slowly, I listened to a sound
That whispered: “It’s okay to do it”, there is no one around

And as I followed pleasures, that subtle voice was there
To drown away my conscience, and soon I didn’t care

Oh! What a trap that had been laid, by him who seeks the dark
That devil of a prince, who always leaves his mark

That dark one then sits laughing, he cares not for my pain
Delighting in my misery, another soul to gain

He crafts, he lures, he tempts, he blinds, I see not his true face
Until it’s well beyond the start, of running in life’s race

I’m tired, I’m sore, I seek to rest, but now he drives me forth
Promising a grand reward while draining all I’m worth

At last I’m spent and without hope, and to my knees I fall
Somehow I hear a different voice, a quiet peaceful call

It beckons me to listen, then speaks to heart and mind
“Find rest all ye who weary, seek and ye shall find”

But blackness it surrounds me, I’m tainted by its touch
How can I be rescued, when I have done so much?

“Worry not” the voice replies, “for I have paid your debt”
How can this be? I ask myself, for have we not just met?

“I’ve known you long and sought you out, you are my long lost sheep
And I am thy Good Shepherd, that calls you to His keep

“Living water, Bread of life, partake of what I give
No thirst or hunger ye shall know, partake that you may live”

What must I do? What must I pay? To earn this offered gift
For even now I feel thy strength, the weight begins to lift

He tells me of His coming, and of His foretold birth
Planned by our heavenly Father, that sent Him to the earth

At all of this I marvel, but still know not His name
For I desire to share with all, this joy I must proclaim!

“Master” I ask “please share your name, that I may have your light”
“I am the truth, I am the way, my name is Jesus Christ

“I am the light and life of all, my well it runneth deep
Come unto me my precious son, no longer shall ye weep”

So now I live that I may share, and help my fellow man
I tell them of our Savior, and of our Father’s plan

The storm clouds they still gather, temptations do abound
But Christ is my protector, His shelter I have found

Peace, sweet peace I now enjoy, and I’ll do all I can
To follow my Redeemer, for He has changed this man

(Published by request and permission of the author. Copyright is reserved.)

Inmate Poem “Along the Way”

“Along The Way”

Basis John 14:6

Each day, a new beginning, and so it should be with relationships.

Each day, a new beginning, and so it should be with relationships.

Straight is the gate, I’m walking with Jesus
Narrow is the Way, together every day
Waiting on a friend, sticks closer than a brother
On time never late, listen to the Word he said

I am the way the truth the life
If you have the Son you have the Father
He is the way the truth the life
Aint got the son? Dont even bother.

Straight is the gate following my Savior
Narrow is the Way, everything I need today
Satisfy you know why?  He’s the bread come down from heaven.
His love ain’t no lie — He’s my triple seven

Holy holy holy Free.  Free like milk and honey.
Holy holy holy Free.  Freely buy without money.

Kurt B. Smith.
Shutter Creed Correctional Institute, August 2014

“Prison must be good juice for songwriting, daddy!”
Ruby Smith.  11 years old.

“Sweetest Gift”

Each day, a new beginning, and so let it be with our relationships. Amen!

Shared with us via CRI Member Nathan Hart.  Untitled Poem.

I think of the sweetest gifts in life are those more felt than seen.
When someone sees within their selves with nothing in between.
When forgiveness is freely given hearts meet on common ground.
That forgiveness ignites a spark that lights up everything around.
Only when we open up and see ourselves within,
Only then will we understand that forgiveness will always win,
forgiveness is where we begin.

By:     Milton Moran, Inmate

 © Milton Moran 2014

City of Cages

Jail Cell RowsJanuary 27, 2014

“City of Cages”

Welcome to the City of Cages.
Home to sinners of all ages.
Where there’s a constant battle
between Heaven and Hell
for every soul, in every cell.

A place where false pride
and negativity fill the air
as a clever way to mask guilt and despair.

Men faced with difficult choices every day
is it better to stand and fight?
or to kneel and pray?

We get to choose who will walk along with us
so it’s important to to be wise
about whom we trust.
Because Satan callously destroys
those he has enslaved,
while our Lord Jesus Christ
Loves and protects all who are saved.

Although it seems a simple choice to make,
too few seem to grasp
what’s truly at stake.

Oh God I pray that:
Your truth and love will be made known to everyone
no matter which side
of the fence they call home.

By – Dustin Young.  January 2014