A delicious recipe from inside.

Life is only short my son, with so many paths to take, life is an uphill struggle, with every step you make. That’s why you must treasure life, with every second of the day, because you may never know, when it’s your turn to go away.

I dream, and think, and feel from the opposite side of the city, in a cell of grey and steel, about our home – peaceful and pretty.

The outside on the inside, steals passion for fun. When arrows come from far and wide, facing the new shiny sun, with dignity. There are ribbons in the fire, and lives still painfully on hold. Beneath the folds of desire, the barred windows still remain cold indefinitely.

I’ve done almost 10 years in prison and I’m totally done with it now and can’t wait to be out away from this place.

If I couldn't do my art I would of done something crazy or gone crazy it's starting to take it's toll on me.

From good to bad, and up to down, life twisted us around, now here we stand.

Love's last pain; It is everything. It is nothing. It is unbearable.

Why should you suffer for my pain. Knowledge in this I should try to gain. Does it feel I have left you alone? It may feel I have cut you to the bone, but please believe me, my love is true, I know in the past I didn’t know what to do.

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Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway, circling 'round me, crays of yesterday. Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright, a beacon of joy in the softest light.