Hey Jeremiah sorry to read about when you wasnt feeling so good this cc care plan dont seem to be all dat, i was never even motivated to get well until i knew Jesus was real i couldnt see no hope or had much desire get of drugs. i wud have liked to for mi fam and stuff, i having couple of issues around them not sure if they like done some bad stuff, whatever, is not bother me but i is hoping Jah who is come for the fatherless is gwan redemn me give me new fam and guide us all again to live in harmony, maybe u is feel the same way sometimes i sure lots of people do. i was interested read some about how you spent time in kids home i did too. i was in bridgewater first for keep runnng away from school and just general misdemenour get drunk in the park telling coppers to fuck off. one time these coppers arrested me from the park i wasnt doing nothing wrong just drinking and stuff with mi brethren mi 'mum' was cool with it even tho is mostly boys she knows i is not have sex with them if i had a bf i wud took to my garage back of the house, i didnt have much bf like that really tho. in bridgewater i had mi close friend brian winmar i used kiss and stuff like that we was only 13 or something, i thought he was a naive american for a while how he looked cos he didnt have a noongar accent but later i find out is half noongar but is adopted by white folks so has different accent. then i was in walcott street was a bit stricter harder get pass out more secure but not like borstal per se. i used fantasie when i was bouncing on the trampoline about flying over the fence. im 44 now and have upgraded to spaceship phantasy. i keep forget u are only 23 mi friend jonathon is 23, i dont know him well he was at ymca with me sometimes i is meet him in park or that for a smoke has been here once listen some music but i not have any one in my house at the moment ecept social worker and when orion comes occasionally. i is like to hang with jon tho is cool he is like islam and jah and stuff saem as me. he said Jah gave him a dream in mental hospital he was like in some big robot fighting Jah war. i like a lupe fiasco song says about stuff like that. i have try listen more. i wonder what kind of music u like Jerimiah i is reallyinto music, like immortal tec say in a song the streets carry me like the hebrew ark of the coveant, i is more like carried by his music and others i often ask the hip hop utube posse onthe comments to pray for me . i found otu that preacher at the ymca church is suspect too
Hi Scot It's Eva. I figured this will probably get to you the quickest. I scheduled an appointment to bring Seven to come see you this Sunday 6/1 but just received a call from the prison ombudsmand We wont be able to visit until we are re approved. They said the approvals are only good for 2 years. Seven needs to come see you he is making some bad choices (compared to most kids his age they aren't that bad. But for Seven they are and they need to stop before they get out of hand) If you could send some new visitation papers soon I would appreciate that Thanks Scot Hope to see you soon Eva and Seven have your mom call if you need anymore info 661-800-2778
You are living in hell! Thanks for sharing your experiences. This is really hard to read. I can totally & absolutely not understand how people can survive in such an environment. But they actually do. The question is at what price.
Hi Kiyoshi! I would like to send you some more words into your reality. I'm not sure what to write. I sense a lot of humility in your words. It's difficult to write someone I don't know. I read a lot of blogs here lately and transcribed some pieces as well. Your style touched me in some way. It seems to be genuine. I'm writing from Europe. I have a pen pale in a florida prison since a while and that's how I find out about this website. I think it's a really great idea to let people in prison write about their dreams and thoughts on a blog. There are so many different stories you can read here and every single one is kind of special. I would like to send you one of my favorite poems. Maybe you will like it. :)
Illusion and recollection
And through clouds moonlight lightens, dark waters reflect reminiscence of beauty, old responses that awaken.
Remembering their illusive promise, they show, for an instant, your smile and how it descends from the corners of your mouth.
The clouds move, hiding the light. And recollection becomes a vision.
Written by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
This should be all for today. I hope you are well and in good health. If I could brighten your day by sending this than I succeed. :) I wish you all the best! Keep on writing on this blog, I like your posts and will try to reply the future ones too.
ACDC is mine & David's initials LOL I was thinking, I hope he doesn't think I'm like some old 70's Rock n Roll chick haha! Yes they definitely have a delay. But this is a very cool website. Is it only for people who are in for life? David said to tell you we will keep you in our prayers for good to come to you. Hope you are doing alright. You write a lot like David! Same handwriting. Keep your head up Jesse. -Amanda and David
Also, when u write in light colored pens it's very hard to read.
Just 2 friendly advices from a friendly Hooker.
You had me chuckling about the idea of escaping digitally. :-)
- Chris
Thanks for sharing your experiences. This is really hard to read. I can totally & absolutely not understand how people can survive in such an environment. But they actually do. The question is at what price.
I send you my best wishes!
Kat
Beautifully said!!
It's difficult to write someone I don't know. I read a lot of blogs here lately and transcribed some pieces as well. Your style touched me in some way. It seems to be genuine. I'm writing from Europe. I have a pen pale in a florida prison since a while and that's how I find out about this website. I think it's a really great idea to let people in prison write about their dreams and thoughts on a blog. There are so many different stories you can read here and every single one is kind of special.
I would like to send you one of my favorite poems. Maybe you will like it. :)
Illusion and recollection
And through clouds
moonlight lightens,
dark waters reflect reminiscence
of beauty,
old responses
that awaken.
Remembering
their illusive promise,
they show, for an instant,
your smile
and how it descends
from the corners
of your mouth.
The clouds move,
hiding the light.
And recollection
becomes a vision.
Written by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
This should be all for today. I hope you are well and in good health. If I could brighten your day by sending this than I succeed. :)
I wish you all the best! Keep on writing on this blog, I like your posts and will try to reply the future ones too.
Sunshine from Kat
Keep your head up Jesse.
-Amanda and David
Have a good day!