Thank you for being selfless when selfless is in the norm.
your understanding and acts of charity has calmed the storm.
A storm that has played both family and friend,
all because I chose to live a life of sin.
Your love and empathy has humbled big, bad me
your compassion and devotion helped me to see;
see that my life is greater than I
because of you. I'm not afraid to try
your belief in me is not in vain.
Your umbrella shields me all sorts of rain.
The sacrifice you make both external and internal
demand that my loyalty and honor are eternal
I shall forever appreciate all that you do
and every breath I take well that’s to say “thank you”

Friendship is beautiful and never untrue,
you meet two people that friend and another aspect of you.
To have a friend you must be willing to spare,
respect,understanding, trust, and loyalty no matter how rare.
We often forget there are genuine people,
who'll return the honor to assure its equal.
for me to have a friend now thats priceless,
for me to be a friend means I am precious,
friendship is adventurous and never wack
time invested cannot be taken back.
If we both learned as well as teach
all the joys of friendship will be in reach.
Being a friend is awesome, and always true.
The gift of friendship is from me to you

Stare into my eyes and you'll see a strong man.
Listen to my cries, and you'd look again.
Only to touch my soul and long to understand.
Who and what I really am,
and you'll see that I'm legit.
And wonder why I'm still labeled a misfit.
Why a system who advocates change.
Not giving me a chance, isn't that strange?
Fill my spirit and you'll fall in love.
Tap into my heart, and you'll fly like a dove.
Explore my mind and you'll swim in lust.
Me being honorable, that you can trust.
Trust that I will be a great friend.
cos' my gift of friendship has no end

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Every day, as I opened my eyes.
I'm confronted with something I despise
a place that I don't want to be
the dark and ugly penitentiary,
day after day I fight for my freedom.
However with your help I can defeat em,
because me alone. It's an uphill fight.
Nevertheless, I must conquer the night
a night full of terror and despair.
One can taste it in the air
an air polluted with the stench of death.
Death of man, excellent health,
a living graveyard of lost dreams.
The quiet, can you hear the screams screams
of a man who spirit won't die.
Even the geniuses ponder why,
why after all these years I continue to fight for another day.
Even one which mimics yesterday,
to be perfectly honest I don't even know.
All I'm doing is not letting go.

So you ponder depths of my love?
Just take a glance at the sky above.
What you see is infinite of oneness whether day or night.
From see the space. You just can't miss
The powerful presence of the great abyss.
The Alpha and mega of our lifetime,
Whose roots of action supersedes time
The leagues of my love is googolplex.
An eternity of wisdom there is no next.
So, no need to wander how far my love, extend
like 0miniscent it knows no end.

Staring to my eyes and you'll see a strong man
listened to my cries and you'd look again
only to touch my soul and long to understand
who and what I really am.
Then you'll see that I am legit,
only to wonder why I still labeled a misfit
by a system, who advocates change.
Not giving me a chance ain’t that strange?
Feel my spirit, and you'll fall in love
tap into my heart, and you'll be busy as a dove
Explore my mind and you'll swim in lust
Me being honorable that you can trust
believe in me and you get a great friend.
One whose friendship has no end.

Yes I'm in prison, but I am free.
This prison cell, nor these numbers define me.
Many may wonder how this can be.
All that's needed is to understand me.
To comprehend just feel my plight.
Incorruptible, immune to blight.
"whoo woo hoo, how can this be?" the sagacious Howell asks.
"What's your secret of fulfilling such tasks.
You speak as if you aren't confined.
Like you're not in prison doing time."

"Wait one minute Mr. owl.
Your tone of voice is very foul."

"I must talk in such a tone regardless of how uncool,
because you, Mr. Jones are acting the fool
you speak rhetoric and nonsense
and your logic is very dense."

"Mr. Owl is the sun confined to the sky? Do men not walk and birds fly
you yourself hasn't left that branch at all
you are their spring, winter, summer and fall
but yet, you are the sagacious owl
you have the answers, and no one questions how
nevertheless, the secret to both of us the same,
regardless of the era. It shall not change
the key to being free is this"

"okay, Mr. Jones, you are dismissed."