RANT TO RAVE

My Soulful Cries

[A Message in a Bottle]

Her name around town is pretty brown eye... She's a Latino chick... Well! White and Mexican to be exact... In her daily public official, public safety official blues, she stands tall. Maybe 6 feet... Her hair is chopped short with her bangs long... As if someone put her hair in a ponytail and cut it off.

You can tell by the way she presents herself that she desires to be seen... No! Not in that way. Not as a woman desiring to be seen as a person. But, that. Well, it's difficult to be put into words by me... Although I shall try here! She walks in all the ways that says: I'm yours if you wish me to be. You can hurt me although I pretend you can't. What's love? Because, I truly don't know. I think that I may have found it until you presented to me what I never had and most likely never will without you. Her strides are unsure, worrisome, searching, proclaiming fragile femininity that's hidden under a pseudo-patricidal exterior... At times, she speaks of preserving herself like a luxurious delicacy, a fruit that's preserved through age it becomes more deliciously refined.

It's passion, intimacy, altruistic love and much more she desires. From her stride you can also sense that she is like most, 'immature'..! Emotionally, psychologically, spiritually and socialogically. She believes that she can seize hold of what belongs to someone else. She was raised psychologically, culturally, socially cultivated to believe that a particular set of human beings were placed on this planet to be hers and her peoples downtrodden. And because they are the downtrodden race of here more physically superior industrialise society. She and her peoples should seize hold of what the downtrodden could not protect and use it for their own gain...

Her immaturity prevented her from seeing what could be hers through chance and the adventure of experiencing the essence of life. She asks with her stride and state at the same time. Who do I trust? No! There is no-one to trust. And I reply. Why am I not fit for your trust and your willingness to love...

Beauty & The Beast

Can't you see! That you're so physically beautiful. You're, she is, you all are, beauty. I'm the society, shame. The thing, that should be. No! Must be hidden from the world. 'Screened...' 'Isolated...' 'Concealed...' Hermittise, within a social layer. F*c*!!! Why do you bother me?! Can't you hear my cries Patrisha... Sorrow feels my heart for the trying time you had to experience. I was there with you, helped you through it. There is no reason for me to be there now! I can only interpret your behaviour as you, her, them as being unsure. I want love. "Pure love." Chemistry, intimacy, eroticism with you, here them. Sh*t!!! I told you I am polygamous. No! Not a bigamous. It's illegal in this country. And no. Not that 'm' word either. Yes! That one. Why sis you think it did not work out with you, snow white, pretty brown eyes and joule. "There is sanctity in our way of life." I love the time we had together. But it could be so much better. I want to give you all of me.

I want the best of you, not the worst. The finest of life... How would you feel if I scolded you everytime we are together. Slaps and smacks only go so far with me. But it could be so much better. "I'm not a woman beater or hater. I'm a lover and admirer of women. Your negativity keeps us from growing... It's an energy that others need to feed off of. I'm obtuse. Right! It's more than about you and, or I. If you want me just say so! Be discreet and true to the game and I promise you'll see me at your door visiting you... Don't play with me, let me go. Please! For love is also admiration... I, so! Desire to see you smile even in someone else's arms.

You don't appreciate or accept my compliments of you! You are so unappreciative, unaccepting, inconsiderate of me and what I could and do for you at that time, you complain about what I cannot give... That's why it could not work in the past and stands no chance in the future. I'm this hideous creature to you. You only desire to feed off of me and cast me away like dirt rocks in a child's hands I sit or lay at night on my mat in this later thinking about our past. Controlling the blood tries that has built up on my heart, from overflowing. At times, it feels like it's a two hundred and sixteen pound weight on my chest crushing the air and life out of me. Sometimes I fall weak to the pressure of that weight and find myself calling upon him begging him to bring me up... even if it's at the cost of all life... He's so true to me. He show me that he can... and commands me... Denying my request again... 'Life is so hard as it is.' I can't jump back into yours, any of your beds until you change you, all of your scornful ways...

I'll do only what I must to get ahead...

PAPA BEAT! HUGS, LOVES, AND KISSES...

I'M STRIP DOWN, BARE.

PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU!

DON'T RIDICULE ME BECAUSE OF MY NUDITY.

Written by

Linniell Phipps Doc #718276 Ms F4
Washington State Penitentiary