Routine
By Daniel M. Warby
The days roll slowly by
Like the ending credits
Of a celebrated blockbuster
Visions of the outside world,
Past and future,
Crawl through the recesses of thought
Eat, exercise, write, sleep
Yet not always in that order
Not always all four, either
What, if anything can,
Will break the monotony
As the days roll slowly by?
The Hellbound
By Daniel Warby
Today I heard another inmate tell a story about one they know. The conversation between these two men about the one they know listed horrific details concerning their subject’s crimes that lead him to a sentence of life in prison. I will not go into details on this because this was not my business to begin with. However, one point of the conversation stuck out to me…“That guy is definitely going to hell,” is what was said around five different times.
Now, anyone who reads most of my writings knows about my stand on heaven, hell, and God. With that in mind, I would like to make a statement: Everyone is destined for hell. Our savior Jesus Christ is the only door we can walk through to get to heaven. Anyone who rejects his sacrifice on the cross is going to hell. Any sin can be forgiven through the blood of Christ. I understand that statement may rub people the wrong way. I understand that people have their own beliefs. But I also understand that saying Elvis is alive does not make it so. I understand that believing there is a portal to hell in your broom closet does not make it so. If I said that I’ve never had problems with drugs, wayward women, and ninety-nine other sins, that statement would be false and I would be a liar. There is truth, and there are lies. Maturity is knowing the difference despite preference.
The flip side to this human condition is that Jesus has provided everyone an alternative or, remedy, I guess is a better word. Jesus suffered a Roman scourging and died on a cross to become the final sacrifice for your sins so that you can spend an eternity with him. However, in order to accept this sacrifice, you must accept the fact that you have sinned (which means to have missed the mark of perfection) and accept Christ’s sacrifice by going to him in prayer and asking his forgiveness. There is no single thing you can do to earn your way into heaven.
The only way to escape the sentence of an eternity in hell is to sign the pardon that God himself has offered to you in ink derived from the blood of his son, Jesus Christ. Full pardon, but you must sign on the line.
I hope to see you in heaven one day.
The “Little” Riot
By Daniel Warby
Before I start this work, I would like to make the reader aware that what follows on this page is nowhere near an actual riot. The wording in the title reflects a statement made by a very ill-informed fellow inmate, who has obviously never survived an actual riot. I would also like to inform the reader that prison riots are situations where inmates seize control of facilities through extreme acts of violence. Actual riots can reflect acts such as killing facility staff, setting fires throughout the facility, the rape of female staff, the killing of untouchables (such as child molesters), and other incredibly heinous acts. Some of these situations can even merit the attention of the National Guard. Actual riots are a very serious situation and create a “little” hell behind the razor wire.
Still, the situation that took place here the night of September 06, 2025 that continued for 3 nights, could be considered systematic abuse by guards that have a reputation here for being quite cowardly.
The situation started off at around 11:00 AM, a little before lunch time in the segregation unit, when one of the guards that has been an instigator of other security issues in the past, sprayed an inmate with OC spray (mace) in an 8 x 12 segregation cell until the can was empty. Prior to this outburst, there had been no provocation from the inmate. This inmate even began screaming, “I did nothing to you!” before the OC spray took his breath. I was there and witnessed this for myself. After that, things calmed back down for a few hours. With nightshift came another incident that involved all three segregation units. When nightshift clocked in, they were already carrying gas masks in some of the units. On this night, the guards called for a standing ID count (Something that was never done previously because, I mean, because you never leave except in chains which gives you no opportunity for anything…I guess is why? Lol.) like they have in general population.
After the incident earlier in the day, myself and my fellow inmates already smelled something off about how the guards were acting. My neighbor and myself complied with the count, but a select few inmates refused to stand, but had their lights on. The guards finished the ID count without incident. However, an hour later, guards entered back into the segregation unit with shields and riot gear. Starting at one cell, staff emptied the entirety of their big cans (cans of mace meant for crowd control) into single 8 x 12 cells and hauled off the person inside. I watched guards smash doors with battering rams, beat the person inside into submission before dragging them out of the cell, empty many, many riot control cans into single cells, and then laugh about it later. Again, this took place for 3 days because inmates refused to stand for guards.
On the third day, inmates began to resist by popping their sprinklers and flooding the units. I could hear alarm systems throughout all three segregation units being set off as fire retardant sprinklers flooded our blocks.
I would like to note that none of this was taking place in general population. Only in units where inmates were “safely behind steel doors.” I refer to my earlier assessment of “cowards.”
After these instances, the staff’s riot control can supply had to be replenished. Segregation was fogged with OC spray. Alarms were going off until 1:00 AM during this incident.
I have reached no other explanation for this outburst by staff, based on what I saw and heard, than staff egos had been stepped on and they were retaliating over hurt feelings. How were those egos stepped on? My guess is the influx of 1983 lawsuits that live and die here every day because of constant human rights violations that take place here. Wyoming seems to be governed by “good ole boy” laws rather than actual laws. (See my own lawsuit as case no. 25-CV-00050-KHR.)
In conclusion, I would hope that the right people begin to realize that, regardless of Wyoming’s small size, there is an insane amount of corruption condensed into this area. Currently, there does not seem to be an end in sight because they have lied to the population about what is actually going on in here. I hope, even after I leave here, that Wyoming’s Department of Corrections crumbles under the weight of its own corruption. I hope the victims of injustice are one day freed.
Mere Words
By Daniel Warby
Every day I wake up in a mental hell
Inside this painted white, brick cell
All by myself
In my own concrete shell
Day after day, check-ins talk shit
I do not respond, I internalize it
But what are mere words
When they come from some bitch?
Every day is a war of words behind doors
Screamed at the top of the lungs by some whore
Silence is seen as weakness
But they just scream even more
They scream, and they yell, and they pound the desk
Everything puts my patience to the test
But these are mere words
“Sticks and stones” and the rest…
Never Written
By Daniel Warby
Somewhere beyond the stars
Is a place we’ve never seen
And deep within our hearts
Is a soul that needs to sing
Stories never written
Will be stories never told
Time won’t stop and listen
To our musings when we’re old
Love Freely
By Daniel Warby
Love cannot be priced
Or bought within the markets
But given freely
If your love is earned
I no longer want your wares
The cost is too much
Lukewarm
By Daniel Warby
Are you on fire for God?
Or on fire for the world?
Are you growing cold
Towards God’s teachings unfurled?
The Lord’s refining fire,
Where the coals are kept hot,
Is there for our refining
Parting silver from dross
This fire is spiritual
The flames come in form
Of testing, adversity,
Depression, and more
The idea is this,
In the fire and the storm;
In God’s refining furnace
You can’t stay lukewarm
The Enemy uses these
To bring you to not
His goal is to kill you
And make your soul rot
But the Lord will use these
For your good in his forge
In the Lord’s refining furnace
You can’t stay lukewarm
Are you walking with God?
Or have you yet to repent?
You can’t be in His Kingdom
And still be on the fence
A Perfect Dream
By Daniel Warby
I walk through the park
I walk with my wife and child
We play on the cool grass
Birds chirp and bees hum
Clouds drift through the bright blue sky
“I love you, Daddy.”
I wake from this dream
Still in my eight by twelve cell
I’m all by myself
A Sermon
By Daniel Warby
When I look around me
Sometimes all I see are bums
Bums that once were fathers
And bums that once were sons
They darkness within them eats their souls
Leaving behind just flesh and bones
For this they blame their circumstances
Or their broken childhood homes
They blame their abusive fathers
They curse their wayward mothers
Youngsters sell their souls to prison gangs
They call these people brothers
They go home and beat their wives
In front of their small kids
Then their kids grow up to live
Just like Daddy did
This cycle never ceases, no
This poem never ends
It just gets worse with every reading
All because someone needed friends
I’m walking through a graveyard
God asks me what I see around
When I walk among their tombstones
With their bodies in the ground
When I look around me
All I see are bums
Bums that once were fathers
And bums that once were sons…
Basic Instructions
By Daniel M. Warby
Basic instructions before leaving earth
Is what is written in the Bible
He reveals Himself to us
And gives us laws for spiritual survival
It may not explain dinosaurs,
Gravity, or atomic energy
But it has much to say on
God, your soul, and your eternal destiny
There are things within our lives
Some would deem as more important
But when our bodies die
What will be our portion?
To love God and to love people
Are the sum of His Commands
And when we at times fall
He picks us up with nail scarred hands
Behind Doors
By Daniel M. Warby
Anger flows through me
My eyes see nothing but red
The beast is unleashed
I want to do harm
To those who have slighted me
I clench my right fist
They talk through steel doors
Because I cannot reach them
With my violence
They laugh and they mock
As they practice empty threats
This door is their shield
Silence takes over
The door slides on its chain
The mocked one steps forth…
Bless Her
By Daniel M. Warby
God curses those who curse Israel
And blesses those who bless her
I wish that those who live today
Would read about this in scripture
Her death is being shouted for
From colleges across this nation
Our leaders would see us destroyed
For cursing God’s chosen nation
Satan shouts for bloodshed
To all who would hear his call
Israel is his target
The dragon would see her fall
Those without God’s Holy Spirit
Fall easily into this lying trap
Even America has veered
Away from her Christian path
But Christ is coming back,
You’d do well to learn that meaning,
Or you may be left behind
While the rest of us are leaving
Castles of Cloud
By Daniel M. Warby
The sky is a sea
The clouds are its ships
Floating above us
Or they could be land
That is here today
Yet gone tomorrow
Like the one watching
For castles of cloud
Here today then gone
Come to the cross
By Daniel M. Warby
Come to the Cross
Where for sins our Savior died
It’s the only way to cross
Over from death to life
Dear God
By Daniel M. Warby
Do not allow me to
Be separated from You
Even as my own country
Loses its biblical truth
I hear of dark times
In distant lands
But now they’re not distant
They have now reached our sands
It seems that America
Has somehow lost her way
Your Word said it would happen
As we approached Your blessed day
There are so many standing
That are about to fall
Don’t let my soul be counted
Among those fallen at all
Dear Wyoming D.O.C.
By Daniel M. Warby
Let me just start by saying
Everything you do is shady
You have no real authority
If you think you do, you’re crazy
You protect chi-mos and rapists
To the point it is a hate crime
To fight a sex offender
For snatching kids at playtime
You fuck with all our money,
You fuck with all our mail,
Sorry, for my cursing, but
You’ll find more of that in Hell
You trash our faith-based freedoms
For the sake of policy
You lie about our write-ups
The proof’s for all to see
You sit and lie to the public eye
When the attention gets too heavy
Because just one real investigation
Would prove these accusations steady
Evil Men
By Daniel M. Warby
Nothing is ever what it seems to be, my children
Man is the most corrupt being on this entire earth
Do not conform to evil men or you will die
Forgotten
By Daniel M. Warby
There are times I feel forgotten
In this white brick cell Ilive in
In this corrupt state pen
I try hard to keep my head up
To remember that God is near
But I always feel that I’m drowning
I’m here for a charge I haven’t committed
For a bitter cop that lied
And this prison gets paid to hold me
The world outside has no time
For a forgotten felon like me
As the government itself falls apart
But I still hold on to hope
That the King of kings and Lord of lords
Will break down these prison walls
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