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Still here in Prisonfornia

6 A.M.
Dawn out
drawn out
birds flying
tree leaves trembling in the wind
the castle non the hilltop
in the distance
looking like the forgotten headstone
of a childhood long gone.

Jeannie's Lover
9-27-14

Merry Christmas to one and all. I hope that everyone will enjoy their Christmas this year.

If I repeat myself again and again, it is the way of life in prison. Each day is always a repeat of the day before, with only minor alterations.

It is a great challenge too, so what it's really like in prison without sounding like you're crying.

Baby sister: Just want you to know that I love you and I do get the comments you leave. Aunt Alice was telling me about her going to Theresa's wedding. I worry about her all the time too. I'm okay, and I miss you too, Sis. Look for my letter. Love you. 💛

Everyone, leave me a message, a comment, on any page of my blog. :) I think I can, I think I can. :)

To all of you, all my friends and loved ones, I speak only from the heart.

When love makes its way into your heart, be yourself. When you reveal your secrets, it builds a bond.

I'm thinking that every prisoner in Prisonfornia must be worth something. Why else would the taxpayers spend so much money to keep us? $100,000+ a year.

I enjoy my solitude, sitting here alone, listening to the quietness in the small hours of the night, watching the soft glow of the pre-dawn light reflecting off the blackened sky as I reflect about life, about God, about love, about death. But too much of it cannot be good for the soul or the heart.

I hold your heart, my love. I hold your love with my own. I hold it with my heart. 💛

I still dream of us here in the small hours of the nights. When I wake up, I look for your shadow in the pre-dawn light. 💛

Tears come to my eyes I read an old poem I wrote for my brother Tim on his birthday. Tim once said he would rather get a job than have to think too much, and we all know Tim never had a job. :)

Most inmates really don't want to come back to prison. They really want to change their lives. But there is no choice for most. No matter that they do.

This prison problem calls for an extra strength Ep-Las. :)

I hope you have enjoyed reading my ramblings. Leave a comment, a poem, a thought, a song, a word of advice. Just say hi. Let me know if someone is out there reading me. :) Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart. May all your days be golden. Help us get out the word about our blog site. Put our URL out there, anywhere, everywhere. Let a friend enjoy us. :) Happiness to you.