Who is the one messed up? Me, Jane Doe Citizen or Ronald Clarke on death row? I hope NEVER to find out. Why on earth would you tell an inmate that someone on the "outside" is messed up and the hell with them? Ronald Clarke is a killer. There are MORE victims than what he was convicted of. After all, how many "death" sentences can you get?
Maybe I should have suggested you "GET A ROOM". Yuk, Clarke.....your whining and bitching about your accommodations is really wearing on my nerves. Why not enlighten your "public" about your other crimes? Those blogs should keep you busy till they pull your plug. In those early/late hours you can't sleep (if you have enough ink), you could tell the truth, THE WHOLE TRUTH.
I don't know HIM personally, but I know OF him. My history as a victim of a heinous crime led me to research the court documents of the more "vocal" posters (RClarke, JPinson, SRiker) - the list is endless. I have more research than time.
Bottom line...you are WELCOME. I'm glad to present a side here that doesn't involve a wambulance because the inmates aren't getting the "VIP" treatment they think they deserve. I go to a hotel and pay for an upgraded suite...I expect VIP treatment. I go to jail for murder(s) - I'm thinking take what you can get.
I am absolutely stunned after reading your poem WOunded MAN. It is an incredible poem. It really, truly is. The title drew me in instantly, and the numbers mixed in with the flowing poetry kept me reading.
Anything that starts with a mention of our DNA deserves praise, especially when it is found in a piece of poetry. And that conveniently-placed hyphen referencing, if I'm not mistaken, the Biblical story of Adam's rib. In one phrase, you have managed to sum up all of science and religion. That can only be a sign of a truly talented writer.
The most resonant line, I found, was: "Hell is the absence of love, living the same day / Over, forever." Hopefully this letter from a perfect stranger will be a tiny break from the hell of that "same day". It's only paper, but we humans try to capture the wonder of the universe & the wonder of our imaginations on paper. Who knows if it will make a difference in the end. But it makes us feel better in the now. And that is really what should count, isn't it?
My only advice would be to keep writing, it would be a wondrous thing if any of your other poems were half as good.
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In those early/late hours you can't sleep (if you have enough ink), you could tell the truth, THE WHOLE TRUTH.
Happy Holidays.
Bottom line...you are WELCOME. I'm glad to present a side here that doesn't involve a wambulance because the inmates aren't getting the "VIP" treatment they think they deserve. I go to a hotel and pay for an upgraded suite...I expect VIP treatment. I go to jail for murder(s) - I'm thinking take what you can get.
I respect your posts, whoeveryouwantmetobe.
It is an incredible poem. It really, truly is.
The title drew me in instantly, and the numbers mixed in with the flowing poetry kept me reading.
Anything that starts with a mention of our DNA deserves praise, especially when it is found in a piece of poetry. And that conveniently-placed hyphen referencing, if I'm not mistaken, the Biblical story of Adam's rib. In one phrase, you have managed to sum up all of science and religion. That can only be a sign of a truly talented writer.
The most resonant line, I found, was:
"Hell is the absence of love, living the same day / Over, forever."
Hopefully this letter from a perfect stranger will be a tiny break from the hell of that "same day". It's only paper, but we humans try to capture the wonder of the universe & the wonder of our imaginations on paper. Who knows if it will make a difference in the end. But it makes us feel better in the now. And that is really what should count, isn't it?
My only advice would be to keep writing, it would be a wondrous thing if any of your other poems were half as good.
---CBB (candleships)