Paralyzed by possibility

When "what if" never came true

Do I spend most of my day thinking about what is

So is it "what if" or what is?

This must be a mental pattern is acquired by frequent repetition

Dealing with the future and not the present

I must think many of my troubles and created by someone else, “that must be what is”

but "what if"?

Many of them are created by me playing God

In a sense...

If I covered all the possibilties.

I could avoid the outcome I feared the most: “failure”

Do I want what is, total control.

Yes, no,

Dealing with "what if's" is dealing with

My what is

I am not God.

Steven W

Copyright © 2011

Simplicity

Oh, what a life, once you stop there, you may not be able to start back up. Caution ends – cowardice begins. Man what sights and sounds of pain lie beneath my mist…

I am in a jungle here; a wild and savage place that is even runs with souls.

To be intelligent, conscious, or virtuous is an unspeakable sin…

To dare to think differently is a lack of respect…

To speak with truth cannot be tolerated even…

So a spirit of high value is suspect

This may appear ridiculous to some but this place is lay, I know I must say..

As I fight to be free, this place – mocks me and digs its claws deeper into my very soul

So I may remain free, the oath to my spirit must be renewed. Every day!

My struggle moves more in my favor with inner clarity.

I feel life, my strength flowing into my body with simplicity.

Steven W

Copyright © 2010

Well-tempered friendship

The fires of loneliness

Once filled my life with much distress
And constantly they did suppress
My ever chance at happiness
And truth, I lost all zest for life
And every day was filled with strife
Until, that is the day you came to this place
With tenderness you gace to me
The strength to set my spirit free
And then you showed me lovingly
How wonderful life could be
As our new friendship grow
A joyous feeling will ensure
That our friendship will not repress
Life’s tribulations will not suppress
This well-tempered friendship which we possess
Poured in the fires of this place 

Steven W
Copyright © 2010

My Purpose

note: one of the things we noticed in the prison was the bond between the younger men and the older guys...Steven was one of the elder gentlemen and he was just phenomenal like the rest of the elder men in terms of empowering the younger guys and helping them cope with their situations and advising them not to fall into the gang violence and such*Halima

My purpose is to open eyes that are blind

To free captives from prison

And release from the dangerous

Those who sit in the darkness

It doesn’t matter where I come from

It doesn’t matter what damage was done

We’re on a journey, our goal is the same

I used to think freedom meant running away

Love was a feeling that never would stay

I searched my whole life, but never found a big enough shoulder to muffle the sound

So cry if you need to, it might do you do.

Some never make it, some never try, some try and fake it, some barely get by.

Survival is easy; it is living that’s hard

It takes lots of courage to by who are you, so do what you love, not what they say you should.

Please be persistent about changing your life

Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence; talents will not,

nothing is more common than unsuccessful men and women with talent

Education alone will not, the world is full of educated derelicts

Life is hard

Life can be impossible

Life is a struggle

We may not get all we pay for in life

But we certainly must pay for all we get

I leave you with this message for the next group that comes along, take my advice

Be recycled and reborn

Chances is a new beginning

A road that’s never ending

Go Home…take care of your kids

Be free

That’s your purpose

Steven W

Copyright © 2010