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| Greetings, and a wish that you are all well. I have something I'd like to share with you. I received these from a prisoner who is in the same institution as my bro. I thought you might like to post these on either the "prisoner art" pages or maybe put them on the pages with my poems. Whatever you decide. By the way I have his permission to send these to you. The man's name is: Travis A. Gauger #312766 P.O. box 233 Black River Falls, WI 54615-0233 Oh, to be master of that V-twin. To be back on the road, living in sin. To leave on a trip without having to pack The sun on my shoulders, the wind at my back. The road ahead, and bros to my side Oh, how I miss that ride. Another day in this game. Another position in this race. Still an institution, but a different place. I still am not free. Yet closer I get. That freedom won't be mine until all steps are met. Now that's what this is. Just another stage. I'll make it through if I can manage my rage I'll have to work hard and stay clear of crime. But my freedom I'll gain. Its just a matter of time. I'd like to go for a long summer ride. Just me and the bike with the sun at our side. Ride all day and into the night. The air gets cool and the stars get bright. These are the rides I truly like. No place to go, just me and my bike. Another bro down but he's not forgotten. He'll be gone for a while and that's really rotten. Nobody really deserves it but still he fell. Not being able to ride. Now that is true Hell. I think he's pretty good. I don't know if you want to post them or not but, I thought you'd enjoy them. The have the "ring of authenticity", a voice from inside. Believe it or not he's been writing these and then throwing them away. Respectfully; Gary St. Pierre |
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| ALL I MISS It seems to me that the way to unload is to take your scoot and tear up the road Twist the trhrottle and grit your teeth Feel that rumble from underneath What a great feeling to be free like this I haven't forgotten all that I miss My freedom was taken and I lost my ride They smashed my spirit, but can't touch my pride CONTROL This world of control has finally taken its toll and stained my soul I was born free but now I see what's ahead of me... Time behind these bars leaving unhealing scars and memories of stars that I used to sleep under When riding my thunder before the blunder that incarcerated me I couldn't see that the home of the free and the land of the brave had dug freedoms grave and made liberty its slave Justice was dissolved as our government evolved into this troll that shackles our soul to means of control I think this guys stuff is great. Gary St. Pierre |