by Moe | Prison Poems, Quotes
(By Jack Grisham- Author and Singer T.S.O.L.) – I guess if you were to find a simple explanation for the spirit you could call it the scent of a flower; that essence that drifts away from the object in view and connects it with the world around–have you...
by Moe | Apocalypse, Prison Poems
My Brothers, this is the second beast of Revelation 13. Prophecies in the making, Hidden Hand, the Pope voted in on Revelation 3:13 – 2013. Caesar’s bear out of the woods, and the Eastern light enters the dark catacombs of the Vatican lair. Gog the Prince...
by Moe | Featured, Prison Poems
Money is energy. Everything is a form of energy, can’t I see? To ‘earn’ money is to expend my energy that would be best spent on me. Humans built the pyramids with their own cash; moving rocks ain’t free. The masters work behind the scenes, so...
by Moe | Featured, Prison Poems
As we look within, we see the truth of our past, future and ancestors Forged into our blood, familiar images of ancient memories Your truth, my truth, as different as our DNA One thousand year blood battles, what more can we say From the Siwa Oasis, to the University...
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