Once Again, Poetry by Paul...
Broken Justice
The eyes of a criminal tell subliminal lies,
coz everyone's innocent in these barred bee-hives.
Rapists and 'philes and thugs all in tribes,
Even the nerds and geeks are held for crimes.
This jail can ruin your every hopz,
coz if you're not Christian you just can't elope.
So I must be a "sinner" for being a Buddhist,
Then this Christian Reverend must be a prejudist.
But it will never be said, and it's an unwritten law,
coz in the judges' eyes a jail has no flaw.
To me it's like Metallica said in '88
Ringing true today "Justice is Raped."
Not knowing what the future will bring,
got me angry like a bee ready to sting.
As if I haven't been imprisoned enough already,
I look at what awaits and hold my head steady.
I meditate and keep my head up thru this tragedy,
Knowing that no matter what, they will never break me.
--Paul Silviu Dragomir 11/22/05
Behind My Eyes
I cover my entire body with the blanket,
like I'm not here, like I'm not a target.
Like I don't exist,
Like my friends and my family I haven't missed.
Like I never get pissed, like I'm doing so well,
like I just love living in a fucking cell.
Like I don't dwell, like I don't cry,
like I can stop the tears coming out of my eye.
Like my thoughts are dry and I'm blah retarded,
from my home I should have never departed.
I should've never gotten into my car,
I should've never drank tequila at that fucking bar.
I should've never drank like a fucking star,
or popped painkillers to hide a scar.
Then again I should have never been raped,
but I shoulda never heard that it was just fate.
And now I might be a grown ass man,
but here in jail there's no limit to what I can,
see or feel or experience or express,
or recognize my life's a fucking mess.
I don't blame the road, the cop, or the ice,
it's all because the madness hidden behind my eyes.
--Paul Silviu Dragomir 11/22/05
~~~~~~~~~~~
I've had some questions about Paul. If anyone would like to correspond with him, please send a letter by email to IntoTheeAbyss@aol.com and I will send it to him. If you include your return address, Paul will be able to write to you and explain his situation directly - he is a dear friend of mine, but I don't feel it is my place to speak for him. He has asked me to make his words available to people on this site and to filter any initial contact by mailing it myself. I'm sure you understand. Needless to say, he will appreciate just about any mail he gets.
If anyone understands injustice, prejudice, madness, judgment, pain... hell, simply what it is like to be different - it is the people who subscribe to this site.
~mer
Broken Justice
The eyes of a criminal tell subliminal lies,
coz everyone's innocent in these barred bee-hives.
Rapists and 'philes and thugs all in tribes,
Even the nerds and geeks are held for crimes.
This jail can ruin your every hopz,
coz if you're not Christian you just can't elope.
So I must be a "sinner" for being a Buddhist,
Then this Christian Reverend must be a prejudist.
But it will never be said, and it's an unwritten law,
coz in the judges' eyes a jail has no flaw.
To me it's like Metallica said in '88
Ringing true today "Justice is Raped."
Not knowing what the future will bring,
got me angry like a bee ready to sting.
As if I haven't been imprisoned enough already,
I look at what awaits and hold my head steady.
I meditate and keep my head up thru this tragedy,
Knowing that no matter what, they will never break me.
--Paul Silviu Dragomir 11/22/05
Behind My Eyes
I cover my entire body with the blanket,
like I'm not here, like I'm not a target.
Like I don't exist,
Like my friends and my family I haven't missed.
Like I never get pissed, like I'm doing so well,
like I just love living in a fucking cell.
Like I don't dwell, like I don't cry,
like I can stop the tears coming out of my eye.
Like my thoughts are dry and I'm blah retarded,
from my home I should have never departed.
I should've never gotten into my car,
I should've never drank tequila at that fucking bar.
I should've never drank like a fucking star,
or popped painkillers to hide a scar.
Then again I should have never been raped,
but I shoulda never heard that it was just fate.
And now I might be a grown ass man,
but here in jail there's no limit to what I can,
see or feel or experience or express,
or recognize my life's a fucking mess.
I don't blame the road, the cop, or the ice,
it's all because the madness hidden behind my eyes.
--Paul Silviu Dragomir 11/22/05
~~~~~~~~~~~
I've had some questions about Paul. If anyone would like to correspond with him, please send a letter by email to IntoTheeAbyss@aol.com and I will send it to him. If you include your return address, Paul will be able to write to you and explain his situation directly - he is a dear friend of mine, but I don't feel it is my place to speak for him. He has asked me to make his words available to people on this site and to filter any initial contact by mailing it myself. I'm sure you understand. Needless to say, he will appreciate just about any mail he gets.
If anyone understands injustice, prejudice, madness, judgment, pain... hell, simply what it is like to be different - it is the people who subscribe to this site.
~mer
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why would i think you were trying to pull a fast one .. if you say that a inmate is communicating thru you... then fine .. except that when i googled the name 
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Tell Paul that was fucking wicked.......L8er Mer....Aj