While we are still figuring out some things in Texas, I am happy to introduce a man who contacted me from solitary confinement at the Pelican Bay State Prison. Pelican Bay has been at the center of a legal battle over human rights abuses and prolonged use of solitary for several years now. Timothy has chosen to share some loving words despite the isolation he lives in. Enjoy!
I see orange and purple skies,
As I watch the sunset in her eyes,
Such an elegant beauty
In which she possesses
Her every word caresses
I find myself possessed
She strokes the keys to my life
Like a seasoned musician
Of whom I will always listen–
The eloquence of her melody
Lifts me up in pure rhapsody
And sets me down
Upon sweet crimson grass
Where I lay forever dreaming
At last, at last,
Finally, at long last.
Timothy Trujillo, P32319
PBSP SHU C8-108
PO BOX 7500
Crescent City, CA 95531
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I have been suspended in the air on a piece of string between life and death. In hopes of multiplying every thread towards life, I’m screaming for help!
Hear my descending whimper transpire into a mighty roar from the clutches of death that is being dealt.
Jesus wept? No, Jesus is weeping from the sight of his brothers and sisters being condemned to a fate he himself consciously felt.
It is just not right!
Lives are being spunt from the barrel of a needle by an overzealous prosecutor who thinks he is serving justice for the people. Where is the humane aspect of my fellow peers portraying the role of a soul reaper?
No judgment within this mortal realm should deface the wake of another brother’s existence. But here I sit, in the midst of death on a row, writing out this petition.
Once again, in hopes of getting someone’s, anyone’s, attention, attention, attention!
My name is Terence Andrus, and if you have just read my poem “Attention! Attention! Attention!”, then the eyes and ears of your heart are the attention I am seeking. I am a 27 yr old black male, whose hands have been forced to fight for the continuation of my existence in the flesh. On November 14, 2012, I was condemned to death; unless my defense team and I can steer the verdict where breathing is an option, I am doomed.
But, realizing multiple strings are stronger than one, I chose to reach out for additional threads to strengthen the betterment of my cause. Help is to me whatever you may feel will be helpful to someone in my shoes. Whether it be words of encouragement, spiritual uplifting, or sound words of advice. They all will be nourished upon and very much appreciated.
A little about myself. I am from Houston, Texas. I am 5’10”, 190 lbs, brown complexion, brown eyes, and black hair. I love poetry, music, art, reading and living! In good times and bad, I know that there are loving, worthy friends in this world. It is better for me to have one such friend, rather than dozens of superficial acquaintances. So, instead of me seeking to find a true friend, I am looking to become one! Thank you for your attention!