Archive for Keen Mountain Correctional Center

“Slow Tears”

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings with tags , , , , , on December 9, 2009 by viprisonproject

I look up
as tears roll by slowly down my cheek
I think about better days
and wonder if I’ll feel that way again
you talk to me with the sweet lovely voice
That I know so very well
always serious, so deep and insightful
as though your always in control

But not today not now
Now I can imagine your so scared
Like for once you don’t have the answer
I think about you thinking deep about what you always do
Hoping to understand and why you said those things you did

I wonder for a moment
If I shall wake in the morning and be revealed
you look at me
with a confusion I have never seen.
Slowly pulls me toward you and wipe the tears
from my cheek!!!

– Alie Benjamin
Virgin Islands Prisoner at Keen Mountain Correctional Center
Oakwood, VA

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BLESS THE SALIENT SOLDIERS

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings, Prison Voices with tags , , on December 8, 2009 by viprisonproject

YOU WHO ARE HEAR TODAY, ABUNDANTLY
EXPRESS YOUR INFINITY OF DEDICATION,
AND OF YOUR LOVE AND COMMITMENT;

YOU WHO ARE HERE TODAY FEEL THE LOSS AND
PAIN OF YOUR LOVE ONE, AND REFUSE TO BE CONTENT’

WITH THE MIND SET, INTRANSIGENT, WITH THOSE
AGAINST OUR CAUSE, REMAIN FIRM.  YOU WILL NOT
BE SWAYED, DENIED NOR SETTLE FOR THE NORM;

NOW WE, WHO ARE THE REASON OF YOUR PRESENCE
HERE TODAY, KNOW THE STORM IS RAGING, BUT YOU’LL
ARE ANCHORED, YOU’LL HERE TO STAY;

NOW WE WHO FEELS IT, CAN NEVER FORGET
THESE EPOCHAL SACRIFICES. BECAUSE OF YOU’LL
WE WILL BE  TRIUMPHANT IN THIS CRISIS.

MAY GOD BLESS YOU’LL

– Unknown

Abyss of a Mountain

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings with tags , , , , on December 8, 2009 by viprisonproject

Residing here at Keen Mountain, echo reverberates with oppression and apathy/feels more like a cave to me/you wonder, is the sun up this day/cause the only light you see is not far away/is there cloud, or is it a blue sky today/this also you wonder, be it the only hue you see is gray/once the lights on this is how it will stay/17 hours later the lights goes off, you once again ask yourself, is there any stars in the sky, the only stars you’ll see is when you bang your head against the wall/is that rain I’m hearing; while my head is clearing/NO/it’s only the guy next door setting off the fire sprinkler/the lights is on again, so it must be another day/this assumption is justified, cause the slot open, here arrive your breakfast tray/you stare at the mess, and hope for the best/All the while wondering what kinda mountain is this, when the mess hits the pit of your stomach, you realize you’re in the bowels of this mountain.

-Mark “Abba Natty” King
Virgin Islands’ Prisoner at Keen Mountain Correctional Center
Oakwood, VA

Sacrosanct Prayer For Freedom!!

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings, Prison Voices with tags , , , , on December 8, 2009 by viprisonproject

The need for freedom always on my mind/never deviate won’t be left behind/The urgent need elucidating it’s intent/ingrained on the conscious mind, refuse to relent/There is one who with the stroke of a pen can say when/Should I exalt him as God?/NO/Cause no man is equal in this regards/Only needing the chance to be free/Humbly willing to become a symbolic pillar of society/The spirit reborn with self-conscious scrutiny/ a spark touch, tinder, eternal flames burning, strong desire to contribute to our community/The need for freedom, confirm to hold dear/Does the man with the pen hear me?/Does anybody care?  FREE I!!!

-Mark “Abba Natty” King
Virgin Islands’ Prisoner at Keen Mountain Correctional Center
Oakwood, VA

Fatherhood Is Forever

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings with tags , , , , , on December 8, 2009 by viprisonproject

From the planting of the seed/willing ready to supply its needs/The time of blossom has arrive/willing nature this blessing to survive Years turn to decades/The bonding grows stronger, responsibility never fades/lesson taught, lesson learn/The desire to emulate continue to yearn/ In your heart this brings a smile, all the while you’re learning too/that been a father longevity is a constant pursuit/Another milestone come at last/the tree bears fruit has come to pass/The lesson learnt are repeated as such, cause it worked by your presence and touch/The duty of fatherhood should never be taken lightly/For the memories of your actions is a beacon that shines brightly.

– Mark “Abba Natty” King
Virgin Islands’ Prisoner at Keen Mountain Correctional Center
Oakwood, VA

“BURIED ALIVE”

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings, Prison Voices with tags , , , on July 26, 2009 by viprisonproject

Buried Alive, but I still hear the cries of the orphan.

Buried Alive, but I still hear the sobs of the grieving mother’s pain , who are too young to  remember my burial.

Buried Alive, but I still sway to the sound of “Respect” and “You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman”

Even though I was Buried Alive, there is still movement in my limbs, and conciousness in my breath.

Buried Alive, but my continued movement still causes uneasiness to the stoic Gravediggers.

Buried Alive, but I have Amazingly shred my burial gown, and dawned this Jubilee Suit.

For I live in an Age where burial is not permanent or eternal, but a state of mind, that is maintained by Doctrine.

That is why I rejoice daily, for having returned from the Grave.

– Hanif Gereau-Bey
#295933 – Keen Mountain Correctional Center

“Message for the Class of 2009”

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings with tags , , on June 3, 2009 by viprisonproject

After reading the article on Governor de Jongh ‘s recent inquiry on the subject of poverty, what immediately came to mind are the numerous graduating classes of 2009 that are about to commence on a future occupational venture.  In these uncertain economic times trepidation may dominate optimism as you embark on a journey with raised expectations.  But as you become cognizant of the competitive job market, and your character and qualifications are tested, adversity or betrayed expectation should not be a hindrance toward the goals you’ve set out to achieve.

To have negative thoughts gain roots shall only borne apathy or cynicism in your heart.  From the start, cloak yourselves with a sentient mentality that Government, with its myopic policies and lack of infrastructure, will not be the only solution.  The present administration may be more empathetic with your plight, as witnessed by some of the initiatives taken, but without any comprehensive objective its response to this issue is merely latent.  There is no “easy button” to press, so shake off from the mind and the soul and propensity of being overwhelmed with melancholy or pessimism.  Push on with a domineering spirit, confident in your skills and obligations, and civilized society will embrace you suitably.

Mark “Abba Natty” King – #391097
Keen Mountain Correctional Center, VA