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| Title | Description | Artist | Location | Cost | Preview |
| My Loving Sister | My loving sister If she only knew how much I missed her Smart and beautiful, perfect in every way Growing up we were best friends, at least that's what we would say The big sister, You held the title so well Knowing you would pick me up as soon as I fell Now er both have family's of our own Mine are in here and yours are with you at home Sis we used to be bonded like a chain And with everything that has happened I have been washed away like a stain When I get out friends will be brought back together Then we will be real brother and sister, friends forever. | Chad Wilson | FCI Manchester | 0.00 | Not available. |
| D. T. B. | Like the flow of a river, an eagle in the sky something's will never change. Like the love in your eyes that gives me peace and brightens my darkest days. The way of the ant, the obedient child, each is praised by the work of their hands. Like the time and patience you've invested in me, with a love more abundant than sand. Like the sun in the sky, the moon in the stars, the apple which hangs from a tree. Something's can't be hid, nor be denied. Just like us who are....... | Darryl L. Brown 13418-041 | FCI Sandstone | tbd | Not available. |
| Warfield Artwork | All art is by Jamie Dewayne Warfield. Jamie (a.k.a. Vamp) is a self taught artist. He grew up in an artistic family with two(2) sisters and five (5) brothers. At 27 years young, he is now self-promoting his talent and artwork. A resident of Missouri, Jaimie's artwork confirms his home states' philosophy of "Show Me" as his artistic creativity and skill level are clearly represented in his artwork. Currently Jaimie's focus is on pencil and charcoal portraits of all kinds, body art (tattooing) and perfecting his skills in oils and acrylic painting. Keep your eye on this young, talented brother, as Jamie plans to reinforce his God given gift with formal training / education in: Air Brushing Mural - Photo Backdrop Design Tattoo Design Look for his "business" of Art coming soon via the Net. However, until then, he encourages you to post any comment or request via concomcorp.com | Jamie Dewayne Warfield a.k.a. Vamp | B.O.P. | 0.00 |
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| Delivered | I am not giving up any secrets./ Why do I like to keep them?/Loyalty is one of the best attributes,/ That nature features.... I will not say a thing./ I'm the great woman purified through the fire of negativity.../ ...That I am innocent in my knowledge and knowing,/ But spontaneous through the way I've been growing,/ Is because my perspective comes from th edark./ This black birth place,/ Where thought is energy first,/ And the call of action is called..../ ....This is what I've lost,/ The way to give up precious things;/ Letting go of the dream,/ That some reality,/ Believe it is possibly/ the fading in my sleep./ The left over traces,/ Which is the remains of other dimensions..../ ....A world I don't remember,/ And perhaps, / The illusion./ that by man,/ I'd be delivered.... 4/29/09 KEMETSONG | Poet/Writer Edward Robinson | Federal Inmate | To Be Determined, Inquire | Not available. |
| Say | When do you read my peoms?/ These are the reasons nobody knows./ Do you like to take your time?... When stimulating your mind,/ There is no reason why its happening;/ Or are influences cptivating... The shifting of a rhyme./ The more expereinces you live through,/ The less complicated are the ridles,/ As you go through the creation of s smile - and the forming of a frown,/ Or the inbetween contemplation to make decisions - Choosing choices,/ Knowing the danger of consequenes,/ Despite being brought joy beyond your wildest dream.... Benefit is a conquerer,/ Swaying reality - swaying your soul,/ Putting one's spirit on notice,/ That ice has a temerature,/ And that blood is the cold./ Making us the passionate ones',/ Not affectionately friendly,/ for we can be distant,/Or up front, / Boldly expressing what we se..../....Feeling nothing.../....There's no correction,/ When we desire,/ The lack of warmth./ It's in our voice./ You can hear nature./ The raw elements of the world./ When I look into your eyes,/ I see my eyes,/ Longing for the universe,/ which now surrounds the brave./ So be strong when you read my poet,/ it doesn't matter when,/ just don't pray,/ But if you do,/ Don't worship what I say.... | Poet/Writer Edward Robinson | Federal Inmate | To Be Determined, Inquire | Not available. |
| Slack | I look at the mirror An what do I see But the face of death Starring at me Booze, weed Popped all pills Anything I'd try Just to still my ills Stab, Beaten Hit by a car In this life I thought not I'd get this far Cost, alone Simply destitute For this world I give not a hoot When I look in the mirror An see death starring back I say "go away" Hey, cut me some slack | Justin Sweetwater | OCI Connecticut | 00.00 | Not available. |
| Holy Mother Virgin Mary | I never Had a mother Whom I could trust Who could tell me Why I had such lust I never had a mother In whom I could Confide To whom I could open my heart My innerself not hide I never Had a mother Who was tried an true Who would lift me when I fell Make me smile when I was blue I never had a mother To who I could feel loyal To whom I'd gladly serve For whom I'd gladly toil I never had a mother Who made me feel so free Until I found the Holy Mother The Holy Mother Mary Now I have a Mother | Justin Sweetwater | OCI Connecticut | 00.00 | Not available. |
| Part Two: Hero Arising | Because there's many a shattered piece that lay about this maze, There's many a stained day I've let-left among the strain. Consummed by lost ideas, thoughts, and images plagued of 'heavenly demons-n-hellish angels', said "saints and sinners"; and me as a brother too both though a shadowy host thus caught in the silver of a full blown moons sate thus, penetrating my sight, and x-posing me to it's fright-n-x-tricating my light-n-trying to figure out how to cry out but, something's gotten through from my unconscious' side and, it's opened me wide and, it's in control o' my why's and, at uneven times it sets in my mind in DEEP possession. A little loud and rudy, immortally wounded, childish and bloody. Habitually flooding, drowning in stride-n-stuffing the burning sand back into the hour glass shine and mechanically the broken pieces-n-quite naturally it needs this: like the secret a finder, or the puzzle a designer, or the labyrinth a binder for you see dear reader that freedom is more than a state of mind its; more than a state of mine my hidden patterns of life building upon both. My rollities an inferno? Oh, but I am certain [I] didn't contruct these breaks of con-tainments, black snows, or these iron clad scars, rivers of blood, stench maggots-n-swarms, or these barbed wire-n-chain link senses, or this half horned human with psychic guns in black towers stalking me, or these minotaurian guards protecting secret centers of corrupt powers, or these rivers of dead sods-n-wind blown seeds, or the phantoms there of, or their money, drugs, and scars. Or this injunctive injustice system that's blind Lo-I'm just the one they love to hide and, the one that's been left behind and, the one left rolling these dice and, the one that's finally realized it's time to fly, if I wanna make it out of this maze alive. | Johnny Knudsen | Dawson County CF | TBA | Not available. |
| Our Lady Of Merry | Holy Mary Mother of God I begged you for sweet love I prayed in supplication Look high to u above I got down Upon my knees I begged Holy Mother Please, Please, Please Just when love I could almost taste All my dreams Where lay to waste In time, In time Sweet love you'll bring A love I can cherish That will make my heart sing Oh Holy Mother You know what's best for me For you are God's Mother Our Lady Of Mercy | Justin Sweetwater | OCI Connecticut | 00.00 | Not available. |
| Part One: Dear Anna | It's always deeper than you think being buried out back behind the scenes behind the smashed glass furnace blowing a brand new set of immortals wings or preying upon half broken dreams or being locked within a million con-caved mirrors looking out from beneath a fourth dimensional sheet into the silt-n-mud of these still real pools for some emotional release or being lost in an educated forest crying wolf at wolves Point again or dragging said evidence clean past the handcrafted hounds of crime tape-n- leaving no latent fingerprints, just a psychic sign of two rising ivory horns inlaid in this jet black ink it-leaves you pragmatically searching for the golden boughs of pleasure in pain though, silently bleeding-n- howling about some hour glass sands escaping time stopped dead in the wheels of your own tragic links-n-preying upon half broken dreams-n- being buried outback behind all these scenes-n- writing cryptic lines of outlaw poetry From behind steel real bars and deep seated familial scars, thus profusely realizing that this is always much deeper than you might really think. | Johnny Knudsen 2009 | Dawson County CF, MT | tbd | Not available. |
| Dawn Over The Sea | Each moment more the dawn will rise Climbing the staircase of the sky, Filling the world and our eyes, As night gently passes by. What wonders there to behold! The sun lounging on the sea In tints and hues of autumn gold, Forever there enrapturing me. Ah, that golden sunlight lingering long! So sweet the ocean where music’s drawn What tranquility to pass me by, I could not help but breathe the sigh. | George R. Swanton II | Great Meadow New York | 0.00 | Not available. |
| Home | May sunlight fill each room Like children there at play And every sad-thought gloom, Be lifted far and away. May happiness bring the smile And golden joyful hours Linger in the home for awhile, Like fragrant lovely flowers. May god his angels keep Your home so safe and sound That you may softly sleep, Where only dreams go round. | George R. Swanton II | Great meadow New York | 0.00 | Not available. |
| A Poem By: george Leapack | I pair my heart into your soul A beautiful thing for you to hold. Every day I think of you, and All the things we use to do. Girl you blew my mind away And in my heart you'll always stay. I'll never take my love from you Because of the things that you do. Every day I spend my life Praying and hoping for my wife. One of these days I'll hold you near Then everyone could come an hear. Those three words that means so much I love you; I love you with every touch. Keep in mind while your near You're will always be my dear. | George Leapack | Somers Connecticut | 0.00 | Not available. |
| A Poem By: George Leapack | Keeping it real in the hood Writing it down like its good. Sixteen mothers wearing a frown Another dope deal is going down. Losing our kids to city streets Selling cocaine they think it’s sweet. Keeping it real in the hood Writing it down like its good. They don’t understand they’re killing there soul. For the love of money they thought was gold. Keep it real in the hood Writing it down like its good. A drive by shooting who could it be, Another family in misery. Keeping it real in the hood Writing it down like its good. Sixteen mothers wearing a frown, While putting their babies in the ground. Keeping it real in the hood Writing it down like its good. I think we all have lost our minds, By doing this stuff we think is fine. Keeping it real in the hood Writing it down like its good. I could go on and on for days But for now this is where it stays. Keeping it real in the hood Writing it down like its good. | George Leapack | Somers Connecticut | 0.00 | Not available. |
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| Angel | Freehand Pencil Sketch of an Angel | Josh Jones | FBOP | Call |
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| Poetry | Two Poems... A Diamond Uncut and the Moment | William Ray Colliins | FBOP | Call |
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| Infinite Love | Infinite Love Poem By William Ray Collins | William Ray Colliins | FBOP | Call |
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| Warfield Artwork 2 | All art is by Jamie Dewayne Warfield. Jamie (a.k.a. Vamp) is a self taught artist. He grew up in an artistic family with two(2) sisters and five (5) brothers. At 27 years young, he is now self-promoting his talent and artwork. A resident of Missouri, Jaimie's artwork confirms his home states' philosophy of "Show Me" as his artistic creativity and skill level are clearly represented in his artwork. Currently Jaimie's focus is on pencil and charcoal portraits of all kinds, body art (tattooing) and perfecting his skills in oils and acrylic painting. Keep your eye on this young, talented brother, as Jamie plans to reinforce his God given gift with formal training / education in: Air Brushing Mural - Photo Backdrop Design Tattoo Design Look for his "business" of Art coming soon via the Net. However, until then, he encourages you to post any comment or request via concomcorp.com | Jamie Dewayne Warfield a.k.a. Vamp | B.O.P. | Call |
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| I Look Away... | I look away... When the face in the mirror clouds with fear I look away... The drought in my mind from lack of touch The closeness I miss from your body's warmth I look away... When the sting in my eyes wells up tears I look around me in here and nothing's clear An emptiness indescribable but I weather it I look away... But the desperate feeling prevail I sometimes wonder if the words I say make any Difference to my world that fades I still look away... The mirror shines back the face of a man who's Hands are bound by the person I am Trapped in my head cause the one's around me Are just as dead I look away... Cause there's got to be more than this The world I miss still exists in my soul And I won't let that go Even though when I look away The mirror breaks ...I look away | Melvin Dismuke | B.O.P. | Call | Not available. |
| I Sleep Alone Now | Just the other night I had a dream...you were with me Been forever but I remember the feeling... How you breathed, listening to you lie there asleep, Peacefully...You innocently sleeping. I'd watch you looking serene, your eyes closed... Hair across your face The shape of your body beneath the sheets As you lay...The sounds you made Just the other night I awoke from a dream... And you weren't there Been forever and that feeling touches me Like yesterday...But I don't dare Think you : me are together peacefully... Tears stain my face. I miss the body that laid beside me so much that I ache. I spent everyday trying to know who you were, and now I don't I'm hoping you can forgive me For letting you down Forgive me Because I sleep alone now | Melvin Dismuke | B.O.P. | Call | Not available. |
| All I Want Now | The heat on my feet, sun beating down on me, yet I stand in the nothingness, waiting for rain to kiss the scorched and barren place I live in. The air is hot. I've fought through it with blisters upon my skin...and for who I am I've suffered the sun and feel the burn. My regret, my pain, and all the hurt still turns within me like some wheel that serves to take me to the edge of the earth. Where nothing exists but emptiness. To escape, I have to take the leap just to see, hoping there's a place for me to breathe. Behind me, all there is, is arid desert . But up ahead there 's the vacuum. I can't see who'll be there. But what looms is an uncertainty that pulls me to doom. I lost my life the day I stepped into this. All I want now is your forgiveness. | Melvin Dismuke | B.O.P. | Call | Not available. |
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