Poetry by Larry Stromberg

Pure at Heart
By Larry Stromberg

Always cleanse away the madness of this world
that drifts into the brain
This is a constant fight for the ages
In fact, it’s difficult as it comes
Struggling amongst the chaos
Being Pure at Heart is worth the effort
One is bettered off that way
Riding the clouds of truth/Over your rainbow

Peace Seeker
By Larry Stromberg

Wondering confused eyes, looking beyond the stratosphere
Searching endlessly for harmony of the soul
Close your eyes and try riding the clouds
The outer body experience of a lifetime
Past life’s chaos
Toiling the brain’s madness
Craves all healthy and unhealthy relationships
Fighting off the addiction
Even drowning in the pool
A brave soul seeks peace
For these moments are few in between
Being a Peace Seeker is worth the effort
Lifeline to the mind

Cumbersome
By Larry Stromberg

Childhood innocence
Gift of family unity
love and harmony
soundness of mind, exhilaration
The turn can come at anytime
Something sinister came along
Webbing its deceit
To diabolical to confide
Purity destroyed, pain follows,
Even on my knees in prayer
Poison embedded into the brain
obscure darkness, fallen from grace
Great tribulation vice
Xray my heart
I dwell in the remorseful cage, Cumbersome
Longing for those innocent days
I miss the peace
the beauty of it all
Memories that can’t taken
Not even by the devil himself

Not even by the devil himself

Never Changing
By Larry Stromberg

Metamorphosis from conception
Wild childhood to vicious manhood
Life given, lives taken from the beast
From freedom to incarceration
round and round we go…
The digital age has changed the world
I feel like an imprisoned android
A controlled life, never changing
Losing all of his hair
The puppet master had me by the string

Haiku Poems
By Larry Stromberg

Heed judgmental eyes
They make the world a dark place
illuminate peace

Pushing towards legacy
Even amongst the chaos
Fighting for that opportunity

Educational well being
Changing the pages of life
Even with decades of incarceration

Death in the system
Mayhem is out of control
Here comes the Lockdown!

The Prison Highway
Losing the time of life
To home or the grave

Incarcerated forever
Concrete walls closing in
Consuming suffocating remorse

Prison sentence spinning
round and round we go
The wheel a lifer rides

Another convict dies in the cage
Their memorial posted on the wall
Only a few really care

Awaiting transition
a universal order
To the grave and beyond

Endure the pain
lightning struggle
Sparking the fire within

Big wheel riding
sibling laughter
Those sweet youth memories

Stingy bite
swelling huge
Brown spider attack

Matters of faith
praying to the above
Day and Night

Sweat dropping
dehydration
Heat stroke coming

Forbearance
By Larry Stromberg

There was a time/I knew the essence of love
Childhood innocence/Family unity
The soundness of mind
Something sinister took all of that away
To diabolical to confide
Purity destroyed, embedded into the brain
Darkness followed/even on my knees in prayer
I dwell in the remorseful cage
Forbearance, still on my knees in prayer
I remember the innocent days long gone bye
These memories can’t be taken
Not even by the devil himself

Remorseful Prisoner
By Larry Stromberg

I’m called by many names
Guilty/Murderer
Insane
Heartless
Inmate
Convict
I hate all those terms
What I am is a remorseful prisoner
Because I really am down deep in my heart, mind and soul
I’m a redemption dreamer
I’m accountable and fully responsible for my own actions
Fantasizer of family restoration
Higher educator
Faith believer
Mentor to others
Freedom seeker
A student of the law
Past Traveler
Loser of time

The Criminal Arena
By Larry Stromberg

The battleground has been set
In fact, it’s been here from the beginning
Systematic killing of a whole people or nation (Genocide)
Society’s warzone, level the land
The Blood has been spilled, the Molestation hasn’t stopped
Our Children in tears of misery and agony
Pornography feeds the urge
Gangster RAP and Death Metal triggers the aggression
The Government’s approval, those thought to be trusted (Crooks Indeed)
Pure sick ass Capitalism, Politicians are real Criminals
War Pigs, Blood Hungry Bastards and Racist Fucks – The Criminal Arena is real, Flooded in Misery
Burn the World, Ravish the Land
Global Chaos, the body count rising (Satan’s Domain)
Religious Frauds and the Confederate Flag Rising again
Slave Masters and Segregation Control (For What?)
We’re all Equal in God’s Eyes – Hitler’s Madness, Antisemitic for extermination
Charles Manson Serial Killer Fascination
The devil’s killers, Where is the Alpha and the Omega?
Guns don’t discriminate, they just massacre
Children murdered in the classrooms and the streets
Pharmaceutical Epidemic, the Mental Health Stratosphere
Drug Addicts roaming the Endless Streets
Like Zombies devouring flesh, overdosing in the gutter
Incarcerate America, Imprison the World
Even Cops Kill for Sport, like a Hunting Game (Death Squads)
The Good Police are few in between, our Children Dying in the Streets
What happened to Social Development?
Violent Video Games becomes the Teacher and Narcotics the Controller
Hell has come to Earth – Gangland City
Sexual Predators watching everything, waiting to strike
The Criminal Arena is everywhere, the Truth be Told
Take on the initiative, Endure the Fierceness, Stand for Goodness and Unite against all Injustice
Save future Generations, Aide the Elderly, Encourage Education and Unite against all Injustice
This can’t be the End of Civilization
The Lust of the Eyes, the Lust of the Flesh and the Pride of Life
We need Divine Intervention
Before it’s too late

Guilt Stone
By Larry Stromberg

The more I sin, the more rock pressure upon my heart
Guilt stone make its presence known
Suffocating my soul
Rolling my spirit
Guilt stone takes pleasure squeezing a life away
This is no excuse for my transgressions
I’m not asking for any pity
Just speaking my remorseful truth
Consequences always remain
Sometimes a lifetime
My advice, get professional and spiritual help
Avoid sin and its lustful temptations
For if not, the Guilt stone would love to take your life away
A rolling crushing demise

Stone Heart
By Larry Stromberg
Your beautiful heart was pure as crystal
Mesmerizing my soul
I was engulfed by a love vacuum
Unconditional vice love
That’s when your heart became demanding
Consumed by controlling factors
You’ve become a Stone heart
Only concerned about your own needs
Your world alone
Your wants, nothing else
Now, you’ve earned your title
A stone ugly selfish heart

Bring the Lifeline
By Larry Stromberg

Wandering in the unknown
Vicious addiction has viced my brain
Where do I turn to in the storm
The hurt is beyond comprehension
Everything good I destroyed
Death is calling my name
Bring the lifeline
I need to grab the line
Pull myself to safe ground
If not, I’ll drown in my misery
My last chance of survival
Bring the lifeline
This time I want to live

Mercy Come to the Rescue
By Larry Stromberg

Violent streets, drug infested society
Oppression and addiction consuming the land
The filthy rich banking it all in for their own greed
Mercy come to the rescue
May the compassionate ones save the land
Care for the hurting souls
Stand against the evil powers and those who worship the gold
Come forth the pure hearts from above
Don’t stop helping those in the need
The war is real
Let grace abound

I’m Free Within
By Larry Stromberg

When I stage plays and get lost in music, I’m free.
I’m free from my past.
Free from my mistakes.
Free from the guilt.
Free from the shame.
Free from my regrets.
I’m free from the loss and the pain.
I’m free within.
I’m free in prison. The cage.
Free to be me.
Free in my creativity.
Free to encourage others.
Free to go on.
Free to forgive others.
Free to go on.
Free to forgive myself, a tall task to endure.
Free to live and to die in peace someday.
I’m free to cry.
Free to smile again.
Free to love myself.
Free to educate myself.
Free to fly and soar.
Free to dream.
If I’m blessed to do what I love, then I’m free.
No matter where I’m at.
I’m free within.
My spirit is free.
I’m free within.
Truly free inside.
I’m free.

By Some
By Larry Stromberg

Born in the hole from the start
Devouring my dreams, swallowing my soul and stealing my childhood
My face smashed in the shit
Some wanted to end my misery from the start with a bullet to the brain
Like being raped as a child over and over again with no one to come for my rescue
Isolated madness with overwhelming agony day and night as mental issues starts to control my brain waves
I’ve known a form of incarceration all of my life
May the ancient trees protect my well being from the storms of life
I’ve become the beast I feared due to my circumstances bestowed upon me
A monster of destruction, I hate myself indeed
I need a new start, a new birth to an unknown planet light years away in a distant dark universe – My remorse, my sorrow and my regret will always remain
This allows me to know that I’m still human
My deeds will follow to the grave and beyond
Where it goes then, only God knows?
I pray for a peaceful season in my life
Someday…somehow…somewhere
I must stop feeling sorry myself
A victim’s mentally doesn’t go no where for the guilty
At least, I was loved by someone
I have that. I had that
Some never had anything
I was loved by some.

On Fire
By Larry Stromberg

Failure has consumed me for decades, fighting for every opportunity
I don’t want to die before my time
A drive pushes my spirit, even amongst the chaos
Zest puts me on fire – Pursue the dream, kill all doubt
Remorseful regret brings me to my knees
A second chance to make existence right
This is the legacy highway I must travel
My soul smiles because redemption has started the flame
A wildfire in my heart
My purpose understood
Hope is alive

Animal
By Larry Stromberg

Hearing her heartbeat moves me to tears
Romance I always longed for
The sensation of her kisses drives me insane
Lust consumes my heart
Her perfume opens my senses into oblivion
Bringing me to my knees
Craving her love
Turns me into the animal that I really am

Caged
By Larry Stromberg

Frozen has the world spins
Caged for all of my sins
Incarceration has consumed my soul
I’m living in the regretful hole

Universal Scars
By Larry Stromberg

Power hungry tyrants bleed the world
Leaving universal scars for centuries to come
Generational trauma that never ends
Pray for the peace to heal our never ending land

The Struggle
By Larry Stromberg

EXT – PRISON YARD – MID- AFTERNOON.

A wide angle of a mid-aged man seated at a table in a prison yard. A large prison fence with barbed razor wire surrounds the prison yard as the mid-aged looks around the whole prison yard. A close-up of the mid-aged with downcast sadden eyes. Prison life has taken its toll on this incarcerated man.

Man: (Heavy emotions) I struggle everyday with mood-swings, emotional and mental health depression. (Beat) I’ve been diagnosed bi-polar. (Beat) Rejection could set me off into oblivion. (Beat) Losing anymore loved ones could push me over the edge. (Pause) When my siblings passed away, I couldn’t take it anymore. (Beat) So, I cut both of my wrists deep.

The mid-aged man lifts up both of his arms to show the scars on his wrists. After a few seconds he lowers both of his arms back down to the table.

Man: It’s a miracle I’m still here on this Earth. I lost so much blood. I should be dead six feet deep. (Beat) The guards, nurses and the doctors saved my life just in the nick of time. (Pause) Now, I’m on proper medication to help me have some kind of control of my mood swings and heavy depression. (Beat) I’m in weekly therapy, institutional programs and I’m leaning heavy on my faith to help me overcome the struggles I face day by day behind the razor wire. (Beat) The struggles everyone faces being in the penitentiary. (Beat) You see, being incarcerated for years makes everything so much worse dealing with my mental health condition.

The mid-aged man starts to become even more emotional. He wipes a few tears dry from his eyes.

Man: (Grieving) I can’t be with my family. I miss them so damn much. (Beat)It’s hard for me to forgive myself for all the pain, agony and the extreme heartache I caused my victim, my victim’s family members, my family and to myself. (Beat) Im’ having trouble forgiving myself. (Beat) That’s my struggle.

(Beat) I guess, it’s a struggle for many others in prison as well. (Beat) Forgiving myself. (Beat) My focus has been my recovery tools that I’ve learned to help me survive and to overcome the hardships I face on a daily basis in this place. (Beat) I’m getting a college education now. I’m working hard to earn my college degree. This gives me a purpose. We all need to have a purpose. It gives our lives value and worth. (Beat) I’m grateful that I still can achieve great things, even being behind bars. (Beat) It’s good to know that I still can have ag r e a t future and I still can help my family and others by doing good positive things. I still can have goals and dreams to leave a good legacy. (Beat) I still can have a second chance in prison and hopefully out in society someday, even in the struggle. (Beat) This gives me hope. (Beat) To me, that’s genuine.

Fade out.

Prison Shell Shock
By Larry Stromberg

Guilty and broken
Freezing trauma
I’ve been locked away for decades
Some say I deserve the chains
A heavy price to pay for my sins
I lost everything I ever loved
Wallowing in the tears of sorrow
Prison Shell Shock
Searching for saving peace
Accountability has consumed my demeanor
Forgiveness is my heart
Never to harm
Sleep takes me away from the chaotic agony
Dreaming for the mercy of second chances

The Divine Team
By Larry Stromberg

Our world is hurting
Chaos is overwhelming
We need a team to save humanity
One team that truly cares about society
Come forth the Divine Team
Earth needs you
We need you
Fight against the injustice
Stop the death of addictions
Drugs are killing our youth
End the gun violence
No more bullets murdering our children
Put a stop to racial profiling
I know you won’t back down!
You won’t give up!
Or give in!
Fight for the truth
Stand up for love
The Divine Team is growing
The recruiting starts now
Please join the team, my friends
The team needs you
The World needs you
The Future is all up to you
The team is awaiting your support

Penitentiary Theater
By Larry Stromberg

Plays are my Psalms sung unto God, someone once told me
Stories staged to bless the condemned
A portrait of deliverance or chaos, freeing the hopeless for just a few short hours
We are all actors behind the razor wire
Moment by moment, one scene at a time
I feel alive portraying these roles
The struggles of the confined
This is where my redemption dwells
A purpose revealed to this mass population
A dedicated legacy defined
Standing ovation

The curtain closes

The Search
By Larry Stromberg

Wandering in the wilderness endlessly
Lost in the horizons
Searching for a home and a purpose
Help me to learn my way in the desert
Tormented by the crazies
Hiding from the cannibals
A rude awaking to the spirit
Seeking refuge at every turn desperately
When all along, the peace was always there within
It’s beyond comprehension to explain
Even amongst the chaos
Center my heart, hold the faith
Dwelling to rest my weary soul in the caves
The fire protected me from the dragons
Liberty found from the stars and beyond
Restful sleep I always longed for
I finally made a home
My heart at rest
The search is over
Since then, it has never left my side
The wolves have become my friends

Failure to Success
By Larry Stromberg

If they is no struggle, there is no progress
Don’t let failure’s heartbreak steal your dreams
Determination will illuminate a way for success
Avoid the doubters
Listen to the successful ones
Dream big, dream large
Endure the struggle
A burning desire is the road to victory
You will succeed
The heart knows the way

Tilted
By Larry Stromberg

At first glance my opinion is already made
This person is an abuser, loser, user and a confuser
Stemming from my life long experiences
My thinking at times seems tilted
Clouded from my abusive past
I’ve been trying to change my judgmental views
Seeing this changing world in a Spiritual sense
By doing so, the clouds are becoming transparent
I’m not waived from the unforgiveness anymore
Finally seeing the truth through the clear looking glass
Humanity understood

Real
By Larry Stromberg

Who am I?
Why am I here?
What is my purpose in this life?
Questions I always ask myself
It’s time to be real
Follow my dreams
Appreciate my loved ones
Enjoy the beauty around me
Try to change the chaos in my world
Help the hurting
Understand my limits
Trust in my creator
Live a life with sincere meaning
Standing on the truth
Flying with courage
Love walking
No more regrets
Just grateful victories
meaningful memories
A life with everlasting meaning

The Happy Addict

A Play by Larry Stromberg

From stage left appears a mid-age man who is dazed and confused. He staggers to center stage and begins to speak to the audience.

Man: I’m a happy guy! (Laughs) Ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha. I love being stoned out of my freaking mind! I smoke crack every day of my life! I pop pills! I shoot heroin in my veins like a madman!

{He shows the audience his arms with needle tracks on them.}

Man: I snort cocaine every night! I smoke thirty joints a day! I love getting high as a kite!

{He moves his arms like he’s flying.}

 Man: I’m a happy freaking guy! (Laughs) Ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha. (He lowers his arms.) I love being drunk as well! Daniels, Southern Comfort and Black Berry Brandy does me justified fine! My liver is shot to hell! I’m still a happy guy! (Crazy laughter) Ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha. I’m a sex freak! I love to get it on! I watch pornography all day and night long! I get off ten times a day! (Excited) Internet sex is an awesome thing! I’m the masturbation king! I screw prostitutes every night! I’m a happy freaking guy! {Laughs) Ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha. I’m the gambling king! I always bet the house! My wife left me and took the kids! I’m not paying that bitch and those brat ass kids a dime of child support! I lost my house, my job, my car, my wife, my kids, my dogs and my cats! (Smiles wide) I still have my guns! I’m a happy guy! (Laughs again) Ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha. ha.ha.ha.ha.ha. I live on the streets! I steal to survive! I killed two people during a carjacking! I got a double life sentence! The judge, District Attorney and my nutass lawyer sold my ass up the freaking river! I’m still a happy guy! (Laughs again) Ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha. In prison, I steal to survive. I’m always looking over my shoulder. They may try to kill me. Stab me in the back, huh? (Beat) I eat tons of sugar. I’m diabetic. I’m about to lose my left foot! I’m still a happy guy! (Beat) I eat tons of salt! I’m about to have a stroke! I’m still a happy guy!

(The man starts to break down emotionally. Tears begin to run down his face.}

Man: I’ve never done anything great in my life. My family wants nothing to do with me. My addictions and my selfish ways have destroyed my life. My regret is as deep as the deep blue seas. My legacy is shit. (Beat) I have full blown aides, cancer and Hep-C. (Beat) Don’t follow in my footsteps. I’m not a happy guy. (Paiuse) In fact, I’m already dead. I’m long gone.

{The man wipes the tears from his eyes. He turns away and exits stage left.}

What Happens Now?
By Larry Stromberg

I was wrong many times
For things I’m sincerely remorseful for
Now I live in the regret, the guilt and in the shit
What happens now is only guided by the divine
For my redemption and my survival
The challenge of my journey till the end
Give me the love, peace and the blessings amongst the despair
That gives me a fighting chance

Mr. Box
By Larry Stromberg

A cool cat gliding with soul
Immense wisdom in his demeanor
Loved grooving to a tune
Cherished every family member, never forgetting a name
Incarcerated severely by a condemning system
Never gave up the fight for freedom
Redemption always in his sight
Even with no light on the horizon
Faith and Education his only escape
Diagnosed terminal with the cankerworm
Hospice in an infirmary prison cell
Praying for a compassionate release
47 years in, denied on his deathbed
No mercy for a lifer with remorse in his heart
Death flying Mr. Box away
He left prison in a body bag
He finally made it home
With his ancestors in heaven

Freedom Glow
By Larry Stromberg

It’s evident once seen
Hope shining through every obstacle
It can happen to anyone at anytime
Why doesn’t happen for everyone?
That’s a question for the Great I Am alone
The miracle can still happen for the faithful
A fighting spirit never gives up on hope
Dreams still can come true
Keep on dreaming
The bars can be broken by the strong of heart
When it happens, illuminated brighter than the blazing sun.
Open locked gates, striving free
Victory life awaits
Freedom Glow
Let the world will see your shine

Laser Hope
By Larry Stromberg

Spitting in the wind
Losing site of the real world
Stretch my limbs to the stars
May I fall in love with an alien
Beautiful galaxy romance
Become king of a unknown planet light stars away
Letting go of the bitterness of mankind Earth
Laser Hope
Bring me to my new beginning
A new life world to enjoy

Second Chance Ride
By Larry Stromberg

Twisted-up in the chaos
Incarceration is the new norm
Change my convicted past
My old world left in the ruins
Mars may be a better beginning
A second chance ride
Start it all over again on a new planet of civilization
We need to redeem the universe

Old Head Prisoner
By Larry Stromberg

A foster care child
Educated street hood
A gun violence statistics fool
The system has become home
Life without the chance for parole
Years move fast in the State Penitentiary
Decades fly bye in the cage
Became an Old Head Prisoner
Time stands still for no one
After all these years, finally deciding to take violent prevention
Getting a GED
Hoping Clemency grants freedom
Praying for a lifer reform bill to pass
Another Old Head Prisoner drops dead with each passing day
Please give this Old Head a chance for freedom
If not, the time will come to be bagged in the body bag
Leaving the system and the world behind

Forgiveness is…
By Larry Stromberg

Forgiveness is like pure water
illuminated by the blazing sun
Glaring in the moonlight
There’s nothing hidden in its pureness
Haven harmony
Unforgiveness hides its ugly face in the murky depths
Waiting to strike like a apex predator
A Cankerworm of sickness filled with bitterness
Calm waters bring the Supernatural peace for the hurting soul
Healing tides of choice for the brokenhearted
The ability to forgive and to be forgiven
To the river of redemption that lasts forever and ever…

I am Here, the Lightning of Truth
By Larry Stromberg

Condemned from birth
Abused by the unloving
Mocked and beaten daily
Hidden in the swallows
One horrible meal a day at Sundown
Books my isolated education
My escape from the madness
I learned from the Supernatural
The painful years went by swiftly
Beating after beating
Abused and mocked like a piece of trash
Decades now have past
Still in the dungeon
Trained myself for battle
Till the day came when I stood against my abusers
The Lightning made me brave
Thunder moved my spirit
Courage overcame my fears
I fought them all
Broken their bones in two
Made my escape from the mountain
Moved through the dark woods
Relentless speed
Lightning strikes, Thunder booms as the heavy Cold rain was pounding on my face
Breathing heavy, stopping for nothing
I made it to the small town during the storm
Strangers helped me in the chaos
Still, never trusting a soul
The Justice System condemned the evil ones
My abusers now in the cage for decades and decades to come
For me, years and years of therapy
Carrying the scars or torture
At least, I can stand on my own now
My purpose found
A protector of the abused
I am a defender for truth
Healing from the sickness
I am alive-I stand strong-I am here
I am the Lightning of truth

The Drift
By Larry Stromberg

Sometimes I find myself moving with the circumstances
There’s an aching in the heart during these trials
Maybe, it’s due to all the trauma my soul has endured
Steer my spirit to avoid the drift
That takes complete self control
Surrender me from my selfish ways
Due diligence
Clarity of thought, puts me on solid ground
A safe haven
The secret place I need to dwell
Resting calmly

Reign of the Great Wolf
By Larry Stromberg

My name is not to be known
I am the foe
At every full moon my metamorphosis takes place
Especially this transfiguration on the Winter Solstice
Immerging longer fangs popping from my gums
Razor claws of doom
Splittering hairs from my flesh
I howled at the moon
Chilling the air
Echoing throughout the land
Something I didn’t choose
Despising what I’ve become
I was chosen from beyond
Reign of the Great Wolf
On the Winter Solstice, during the long moon of the night, me and my mate will conceive the next descendant to reign
Ravishing the land insane
Lock your doors, stay indoors
Heed my warning
Now, me and my mate will nurture, teach and protect the young wolf, till he rules the night
Me and my mate will then take our rest with our descendants
My suffering my end – The curse remains

My First Christmas in the Cage (2nd draft)
By Larry Stromberg

It was my first Christmas behind bars
Depression overwhelmed me like a whirlwind
Why did I do this to others, my family and myself?
Hopelessness had its grips on my mind, broken heart and damage soul
Shivering in the remorseful tears
Then, something supernatural came from above
It reminded me that I’m loved
Think of all of your wonderful Christmas memories, child
The thrill of Christmas morning with your baby sister
Having a loving mother and father
The friendship of amazing dogs and cats
Gatherings of family for the festive meal
Grandmother’s homemade chocolate cookies
Helping those in need
It’s the memories that are precious
The greatest of all Christmas gifts
Even with my first Christmas in the cage

Dear 2023
By Larry Stromberg

Your arrival is near
Bring me the prayerful relief from this death by incarceration prison sentence
The odds are against me
My remorse sincere
A pathway is set
Protect my loved ones
Creativity has kept me like a lifeline
Blossom the success
Grab me with the love, 2023
I’ll follow the call
Listen to your still small voice
Walking the year’s days in the wonder

Universal Start-Over
By Larry Stromberg

5:30 A.M. Wake-up/Prayerful warrior
Read the word/Push-up city/I write
Breath in the fresh air
Program attending compliance
Law searcher
Hit the steel, gym rat
Calling friendly voices
Same joker faces
Avoid the abusers and the freaks
Wild ass guards
Dirty showers/Cold meals
CPS Adventures
Kiosk traveler
T.V. Junkie
Bring on the chocolate and the chips
Second chance daydreamer
Ending prayers
Close my eyes, dream on
Tomorrow, start it all over again

Pray Without Ceasing
By Larry Stromberg

Stay in the prayer closet for answered prayers
A kneeling warrior/For protection against evil forces
From our own inner demons
The Spiritual battle is real as the air we breathe
Meditate on soul peace
For dreams to come true/Family health and safety
The things that worry us to death
Never stop praying for peace in this world
Pray without ceasing

Somebody told me they saw a Sasquatch
By Larry Stromberg

Somebody they told me they saw a Sasquatch
They froze in fear out in those woods/The hairy thing stood tall staring them down
My friend pissed their pants
I laughed and said, “Bullshit!”
Till one day I was out in those woods and saw a Sasquatch myself
I pissed my pants too!
The beast walked up to me and started drinking my beer
Ate my burgers/Jammed to rock music
Befriended my German Sheppard
Danced by the fire flames
Man, we partied hearty
So suddenly, the creature disappeared into the forest night
Now, I tell people I saw Sasquatch
They said, “Bullshit!”
You never know who’s telling you the truth?

The Land with No Name
By Larry Stromberg

Deep tranquility, breathing free
Where past trauma doesn’t exist
Neither is the unknown
Forgiveness is a law, at least on the surface
Families stand together, never separating
Friends are true blue, united by love and respect
All skin color is glorious
Every day, every night feels like a beautiful holiday
Animals run free, not devouring each other
Prisons become museums/Restorative Justice is the way
Crystal clear oceans, as far as the eye can see
You can breath underwater!
Mountain skylines
Everyone can fly on their own
Unless, one chooses to soar Pegasus
Stars speak a language everyone understands
Riding a comet is better than a rollercoaster thrill
Rainbows glow in the darkness/Lightning bugs pay the electricity bill
Music teaches the soul
All dreams become reality
This location is better than home
The Land with No Name
A dimension of freedom
It only lives in my dreams

The Inner Being
By Larry Stromberg

Multiple personalities dwelling within
Pushing for constant change
or to stay stagnant
Speaking the urge
Vice gripping the mind
Who speaks the truth?
Good intentions or destructive ways
The inner being – An Almighty God – Bipolar – Diabolical Devil
Drifting in the never-ending maze
Searching for the Light
Bring the love
End the hate
Among the mental health zone

Forgive
By Larry Stromberg

Forgive the offenders
The users, abusers and the losers
Forgive the oppressors
Forgive society
But, never forget
Learn to forgive yourself
For God does forgive, if you believe
Holding unto the pain kills
Let wisdom and experience bring the freedom that’s longer for from within

Becoming Delusional
By Larry Stromberg

Dim the lights, wild one
Scars stay with the physical appearance
Some scars run deep within
Never going away
They just hide
Triggers try to give them new life
Faces become the jokers
Becoming delusional is the new norm
How can you trust anyone, when you can even trust yourself?
The question I ask myself everyday
Take the pill, it will make everything alright
Pharmaceutical lies they want us to believe
Controlling society’s minds/Jumping into the dark waters
The place where demons thrive
Maybe, it’s the trauma that made me this way?
Spontaneous fantasy for the grieving soul
I’ve become delusional at every turn
With every aching breath
Life is never the same
Unstable
Heal the madness, my Creator
Bring me my resurrection.

Robotic Inmate
By Larry Stromberg

Imprisoned childhood it started
Abuse
Abandonment
Anger
The streets
Addiction
Criminal activity
It was only a matter of time before the State Penitentiary called my name
An inmate number
Defiance
Beat downs to break the mind of the offender
There’s a body bag waiting
Controlling institutional movements
Dancing the DOC way
Do this!
Do that, inmate!
Shower time, motherfucker!
Chow time!
Day room!
Yard out!
Do our designed programs!
Lock it up!
Lights on!
Lights out!
Follow the command or end up in the twist
You belong to the State now
You’ve become something they created
A robotic inmate
A slave to the grind
The system is their road map
A money-making machine
You better fight for your freedom
Understand the law
Expand your mind by becoming educated
Learn a new trade
Never stop dreaming for a better tomorrow
Before they break you completely
And take your life away

Utopia
By Larry Stromberg

Drifting the pleasure zone
Soul surfing into dreamland
An ultimate high
My senses rising
The brain soothing
My soul lifting out of my frozen body
Some reach utopias by accomplishments
Others consume substance leading to the grave
What about the sexual cravings that never can be fulfilled?
Riding the madness
There’s spiritual enlightenment lifting for glory
Is it all an illusion?
Deceiving reality or complete truth?
Utopia
A choice either way
It’s your call

Day of Appreciation (Grateful)
By Larry Stromberg

During my decades of incarceration, there are many individuals in my life that have truly been there for me. That’s a miracle that words can’t express. Something I can’t take for granted. Some of these individuals have passed on. But, never forgotten in my heart. Some now are sickly and elderly. That breaks my heart in two. Not being home to help them. Still, these are the people that honestly love me. Beyond measure. Beyond comprehension. My loyal and loving mother and father. My beautiful sister. My wonderful grandmothers, Aunts, Uncles, my niece, true friends and others I met along the way during my decades of incarceration. They all have been a beacon of hope during my darkest days being locked away behind the razor wire, steel bars and concrete walls of the penitentiary. These wonderful loved ones have supported me in times of need. Encouraged me to be strong. They’ve sacrificed for me. Cried for me. Laughed with me. They’ve loved me in despite of the horrible crime I committed that hurt so many that I’m forever remorseful for. My loved ones are a phone call away. A listening ear. A email to view. A beautiful letter or card in the mail. A loving hug from a surprise visit. I’m grateful for the individuals who have stood by my side through it all. Thick and thin. During the calms waters and raging waves. Abased and abound. God bless the people who love us. I’m forever grateful.

Blindsided
By Larry Stromberg

Have you ever been abused, used and confused?
Blindsided that brings you to your knees
It’s a hell of a thing to be betrayed
It may happen to us all in our lives
The key is to forgive, but never forget
There’s the balance
A tool for the freedom for our souls

Lady
By Larry Stromberg

Pop saw you all alone as a lone pup
Shivering outside the Wawa in Upper Darby, PA back in 1985
His eyes met yours, picked you up in his arms and took you home to us
You beautiful black Lab puppy
Dad called you “Lady”
You had a home for life
We loved you, you loved us and protected us from any danger lurking in the shadows
What a loyal friend and family member you were to us all
I miss our long walks during all the seasons of life
I loved rubbing your cold black nose next to mine
It broke my heart when you passed on as an elderly love
I’ll see you running in the Fields of heaven again someday
I know, that day will come
and it will never end-It will go on and on and on…

The Shade
By Larry Stromberg

I fell down in the shade
Looking for peaceful ground
Dreaming of blue skies and smooth clouds
Fantasizing brighter days for me and my loved ones
Widespread peace for the whole world
It’s only a dream that will never be
At least, not in this life-I can only apply this vision in my own personal life
My mind is right
My heart is pure
Always longing for tranquility
That’s why I fall down in the shade
Resting my spirit
Living in the dreamland

The Zombie Medication Line
By Larry Stromberg

I’m Sandy Jones WPVI Channel 6 Action News. I’m just outside the State Penitentiary of Graterford, as there were massive casualties as inmate zombies devoured most of the prison population and the prison staff as well. The blood spilled the prison hallways as half eaten body parts layed on the cement floors of SCI Graterford caked with maggots on this Easter afternoon. Det.James Teller from the Montgomery Police Department stated:”This is the most horrific crime scene I’ve ever seen since I’ve been on the force in my twenty five years of service. The nightmares will remain with me forever. I’m in therapy now”. The locale Coroner stated: ” Eye balls were eaten out of eye sockets. Brains sucked out of people’s skulls. I’ve never seen anything like this in my life.” The United States Government blames the Pharmaceutical Company that supplies the psychological medication to those inmates with mental health issues for providing the wrong medication by mistake to the mental health population. The mentally ill inmates were given by mistake, warfare medication used to turn humans into flesh eating killing machines. The National Guard has exterminated and cremated all the zombie inmates and all the half eaten carcasses that were on the Graterford compound and grounds. The President of the United States sincerely apologizes for this National and horrible tragedy. All the families of the deceased will be reimbursed financially and be provided emotional and professional support for their suffering, loss and pain. The President states: “Let’s put this behind us as soon as possible.” Graterford plans to reopen next week. This is Sandy Jones, WPVI Channel 6 Action News.

Prison World
By Larry Stromberg

Trapped in the bars of my mind
Addiction has feasted on my soul
Obsession controlling my thoughts
A dark cloud hovers over me/Almost demoniac
Held captive as a child by the sickness of abuse
The past suffocates me
My thoughts wrapped around the razor wire
It cuts my spirit
My prefrontal cortex is on lockdown
Welcome to Prison World
I gotta break free, plan my escape
Release myself from the bondage
Riot my emotions
Next stop, Death row, if I don’t break the chains of oppression, addiction and the depression in my mind
Accept rehabilitation and embrace my recovery
Learn to forgive all, including myself
A tall task to endure
Getting an education has given me a purpose
Accountability and responsibility is my motto of truth
A heart of remorse
Therapy days
Atonement lays at my feet
Freedom calls my name

Supporting Silence
By Larry Stromberg

Been to hell and back…and hell again
Pain deep to the core
My mind clouded in depression
Many people tell me they’ve been there
Each one telling me the solution
Do they really know?
All have experienced heartache
There’s no doubting that
We all have to find our own path of healing
I have to find mine
Make the climb out of the pit
A friend is a gift we all need
Standing by our side
Just holding our hand
Supporting silence
Peaceful strength
Cling to it like a magnet
A true friend doesn’t have to say anything
Just there through it all

Tired Eyes
By Larry Stromberg

My eyes are heavy from the stress
I’m falling asleep standing up
Have you ever done that?
Can’t focus on nothing
Tired eyes
Just want to close it down
Sleep for hours and hours and hours…

Maxed-Out
By Larry Stromberg

Life without the possibility of parole
Death by Incarceration
No way out
Unless, granted Clemency
Which is a long shot in the Commonwealth
An innocent claim could set someone free
Could fight through the courts for a new trial
The consequences are real for the guilty
Victim opposition
Who can blame them?
The condemned, the exit is a body bag
Maybe, compassionate release
Death sets the soul free for the chained
Their sentence completed
Maxed-Out

The Eye
By Larry Stromberg

Always watching
Looking deeply
Focusing in
The Eye
Seeking candy
Fantasizing Sight
Visioning a dream

Talley Time
By Larry Stromberg

Help me, Billy!”
“My name isn’t, Billy, Mr.Talley.”
“Help me, Billy!” “I’m fucked up.”
“I’m here for you, my brother.”
“There’s no time like, Talley time.”
“Help me, Billy!” “I got dementia and cancer.” “Help me, Lord!” “Vietnam is calling!” “Help me, Billy!”
“I got you, Mr.Talley.” “I got you.”
Feeding, Mr.Talley
Cleaning up, Mr.Talley.
One week later, Mr.Talley was rushed to the hospital
He died at the old age of 85
50 years of incarceration
From Eastern State Penitentiary
To SCI Graterford
SCI Phoenix
To heaven
I wished I could have helped Mr.Talley more
A CPS and hospice worker can only do so much
I did the best I could

Bullshit
By Larry Stromberg

Franco always talked that bullshit
Conniving the world with smooth words
Conning every lady out of their pants
Selling that crack, enjoying the game
Still talking that bullshit
Stabbing everybody in the back to gain the world
Smoking that trash, killing his brain cells
Gunning those down that crossed his name
Franco loved the flash and the fast life
High out of his damn mind
Screaming out that bullshit
Even when they gunned him down to the ground at the age of 23

I Should Have Listened
By Larry Stromberg

At times, I still hear your sweet voice
All your dreams, goals and ambitions
Those craving needs
Sometimes I would listen intently
Other times, I was consumed with my own agenda
I wouldn’t give a damn
I should have listened
It pushed you away
Now, your gone forever
I’m all alone, caught in the razor wire
I still hear your voice, my love
I’m listening intently now
Even from the other side

God’s Work
By Larry Stromberg

A hurting world needs a hero
People ordained to help the downcast and dying
Bringing hope to this fallen world-Real superheroes are doing God’s work
Feeding the starving
Caring for the broken
Showing love to those at death’s door
Freeing the abused, used and abused
Releasing the oppressed
Hope for the orphans and all widows
This is our reasonable duty
Doing God’s work

CPS- Certified Peer Support Specialist
By Larry Stromberg

One with a mental health background
Now, helping those with the same condition
At times, saving a life on the verge of suicide
Giving a good word to help overcome the urge of addiction
Stopping a major crisis
Or, just being a real friend
A CPS can make a difference
Even among the darkness
I’m grateful to be a CPS
Even in the penitentiary

Just Smile
By Larry Stromberg

There’s many different types of smiles
A joyful smile
The smile of jubilation
A lustful smile
Angry smile of fury
The smile of betrayal
Smile of shame
A guilty smirk
Smiling in the hardship
Proudful smile
There’s nothing like a loving smile
I seen my love ones smiling in the coffin
Smiling in death
It’s best to smile through the journey of life and death
Whatever comes forth- Just smile…just smile

What a Day!
By Larry Stromberg

No one ever knew, Art was sick with the cancer
Even while caring for others on their own deathbed
Deteriorating into the shell of the man he used to be
On the deathbed himself
Granted compassionate release days away from death
A chance to be with his loved ones for his last days on Earth
Seeing the world not behind the barb wire and the concrete walls anymore
Freedom came his way
Skin and bones, leaving broken in a wheelchair
Held by his beautiful family- Remorse deep in his heart
“What a day, Art!” when you finally step into glory

The Magical Forest of Old
By Larry Stromberg

Inhale the Magical Forest of Old. What history does it all hold? it’s stories and tales, they need to be told. This Magical Forest of Old. Me and my faithful friends, (Spartacus and Bandit) entered the dense wilderness on Christmas eve off Kelley Drive back in 1995. We were filled with appreciation and adoration for the Magical Forest of Old. I was dressed for the occasion and the adventure at hand. Hence, we began our travels of the endless trail of gravel, stone and dirt that was covered with a fresh layer of snow. Footprints were visible along the trail from the creatures of the forest. Loud sounds of ice cracking was heard in the distance. We knew we were not alone. Icicles that seemed to be carved from the hand of God hung high above from the monstrous trees of old. These historical trees stood tall. They’re known as the Ancients. It seemed like they were alive and watching us as we passed each one by. Perhaps, they were protecting us, leading us on our destination on this wonderful Christmas eve. I took a deep breath, exhaled and seen my breath in the Winter chill. Then: two travelers passed us bye and said to me with much jubilation, “Merry Christmas to you, Sir!” I responded back with great jubilation, “Merry Christmas to you too, my friends! It is a White Christmas!” Then: they said to me in unison with greater jubilation, “It is indeed, Sir! lt is indeed!” And off they went, drifting, vanishing and disappearing into the Magical Forest of Old. Were these two travelers angels from above, showing me a sign of love? I pondered the thought… A deer moves in the distance. A glimpse of magnificence. In curiosity, my faithful friends want to run and have some fun. But they stay by my side. My loyal and faithful friends. My beautiful dogs. A light snow begins to fall. Snowflakes begins to gently fall on my face. Each snowflake is unique in its own creative design. A bright revelation to behold. Then: I begin to dwell on sweet memories of Christmas past. Beautiful memories of my mother and father. With my brother and two sisters. With my Grandparents, other family members and dear friends. With my wife and child now. With my faithful friends, (Spartacus and Bandit). Tears begin to drop from my eyes in gratitude. I look up upon the heavens above and say, “Thank you, Lord.” and I begin to sing so…so… softly, “Silent Night” to the Magical Forest of Old. I look upon the sun slowly coming down past the monstrous trees of old. The night is falling. Still, the snow had a glow to light our way back homeward. A Winter Wonderland. So, me and my faithful friends begin to travel back homeward. For it’s Christmas Eve! We have our family awaiting us. Hot Coco to drink. Cookies to eat and Christmas presents to wrap. For tomorrow is Christmas day! l say rejoice! Rejoice! So, me and my faithful friends travel back homeward. Maybe, one day we’ll return and travel these endless woods on and on again. So, I embrace the gift I received from the Magical Forest of Old off Kelley Drive back in 1995. The gift of love. That I’ve loved and been loved. Not to feel sorry for myself So, I inhale the Magical Forest of Old. What history does it hold? It’s stories and tales, they need to be told. This Magical Forest of Old. Merry Christmas, Magical Forest. I pray we meet again.

First Christmas in the Cage
By Larry Stromberg

It was my first Christmas behind bars
Depression overwhelmed me like a whirlwind
Why did I do this to others and myself?
Hopelessness had its grips on my mind, heart, and soul like a vice grip
Shivering in the tears
Then: something supernatural came from above
It reminded me that I’m loved
Think of your wonderful Christmas memories
The thrill of Christmas morning with my baby sister
Having a loving mother and father
The friendship of dogs and cats
Gatherings of family for the festive meal
Being married to the beautiful one
Helping those in need- It’s the memories that are precious
The greatest of all Christmas gifts
Even with my first Christmas in the cage

What Happened to Larry Stromberg?
By Larry Stromberg

From the surface it all seemed normal
A friendly, talented young man with a kind heart
Mix breed of Greek/Irish/German bloodline
Who loves his family and animals
A child of God
One never knows the darkness implanted by the trauma of abuse
Till it breaks free like a banshee
What happened to Larry Stromberg?
Never imagined this young man would dwell in the lifelong cage
His victim’s family members may never forgive him
That’s understandable- He’s still trying to forgive himself
At least, God has forgiven him
Mental Health doesn’t discriminate
All of his accomplishments are listed on the internet
Occasionally, you’ll find Larry Stromberg on the theatrical stage at SCI Phoenix
That’s where he comes alive like an innocent child with eyes wide open

Sleepwalking
By Larry Stromberg

Stepping among the shadows
Street moving Unconsciously
Zombie intoxicated eyes
Dancing in the mist
Drifting in the darkness
I’m sleepwalking through life
Because my reality is devastating
Medication has gripped my brain
Camouflaged
My soul is still there
Hidden in the shell

Decompress
By Larry Stromberg

Ease back
Take a deep breath
Find your resting place
The quiet zone
Relax the mind
Let the stress go
Decompress
Regulate the blood
Allow peace to flow
It’s health to the body
Soothing the brain
Life for your soul

Hunger
By Larry Stromberg

Easy way to the divine when things glow bright
Adversity pulls many away into the darkness
Starving for an Angelic encounter
Something beyond the stratosphere
Hunger!
Even between the shades
Demons want to feast on the human soul
Devouring life forces ferociously
Eat the word!- Feed your spirit
The Creator is waiting for you!

Mr. Poet
By Larry Stromberg

Destructive lifestyle almost put him six feet under
An alcoholic at the age of twelve
Drug and sex addict as well
The streets his home
Rehab was a regular address for this dirty dude
An abuser and devious user
One crazy day, picked up a pen and paper while high as a kite
Writing rymms with rhythm illuminated his eyes
His words changed the world- Became a millionaire
Loved being a player with the ladies
Now, he makes love to his poems
Caressing every word
Mr. Poet became a legend
An Icon
Enjoying his influential creative thing
Suddenly, he just died
The world mourned
Don’t be sad
Mr. Poet’s words now live forever
Even in the hereafter

Life Teaches
By Larry Stromberg

From birth to death, everyday is educational
Even when we travel the uncharted waters, there’s knowledge to be learned
Lessons in the unimaginative
Relationships to be experienced
A reason for success or failure
Love to grasp
Happiness to feel
Spiritual understanding for the student
Some things we’ll never comprehend
Moment by moment, walking into the unknown
Unless, you believe in a astrological future
A living classroom, even for the addicted
Life teaches, from the cradle to the grave
A diploma of being- Our professor into the everlasting

Unseen Protector
By Larry Stromberg

Smashed in the head with a baseball bat
Molested as a child, beaten by abusers
Almost drowned in the deep end
Saved my baby sister from the evil bastards
Warned of my predictable sins
Protected in the cage for decades
Losing those I adored
Survived the murderous pandemic
Something kept me safe through the storms of life
An unseen protector assigned to me
A Guardian angel that we all have
Believe it or not, it’s there
Whatever it is, it’s beyond comprehension
I’m just grateful it’s there

Remorseful Prisoner
By Larry Stromberg

I’m called by many names
Murderer- Insane
Guilty
Inmate
I hate all those terms
What I am is a remorseful prisoner
A redemption dreamer
Fantasizer of family restoration
Past traveler
Loser of time

Spiritual Warfare
By Larry Stromberg

The night has fallen once again
Darkness is all around, consuming the land
What hides in the darkness?
What watches us with unseen eyes?
What lurks waiting to destroy us all in the supernatural?
The demons from hell!
They want to infest our minds
Control our actions
Feast on our sins
Thriving to possess and murder all of mankind
All under Satan’s command
Taking souls to the Lake of Fire
I’m scared to death
Chills run up and down my spine
Fear has frozen me
Where is the light in the darkness?
Where is the safety and divine direction?
Where are the angels sent by God to protect us?
It’s the battle in the supernatural for my soul
I’m asking for the Lord’s help in the spiritual war
The blood of Christ has made me more than a conqueror!
I’m the Lord’s warrior!
The word of God is my defense
My faith has kept me alive
It’s the only way in the end, in this war, Known as…Spiritual Warfare

Psychological Shapeshifter
By Larry Stromberg

Ride the lightning of your mind
It’s smooth being a Psychological Shapeshifter
Be who you want to be in any dimension
It doesn’t matter who the hell you are
Shift deep in the psyche to escape a cold reality
It’s smooth being a Psychological Shapeshifter
Kill the past horrors
Ride the lightning of your mind
Save the future with your shift
Rescue a beautiful woman in distress
Make love to her during your shift
It’s smooth being a Psychological Shapeshifter
Be bold as a lion!
Surf a Great White Killer!
Have fame and money beyond comprehension
Your life will never be the same
The world is yours-in your brain!
It’s smooth being a Psychological Shapeshifter
Ride the lightning of your mind

Beautiful Workout
By Larry Stromberg

500 push-up’s in!
The sun beating down on my bald head
With each repetition, the stress is dissolving away
Jumping Jacks has improved my heartrate
Pull-up’s have prolonged my life
I feel like a mighty warrior
at least for one hour out of the day
Freedom in the exercising moment
It’s my beautiful workout

Only God Knows
By Larry Stromberg

Endured a disfunctional/abusive childhood
The odds were never on my side
Committed a crime of insane passion
Sentenced to Death by incarceration
All my dreams ended that day of punishment
Every petition filed denied for relief
Losing those I love
Dying in remorse
Found refuge in Prison theater
Helping the mentally ill, such as myself
Aiding to the sick and dying
The decades have gone bye to fast to comprehend
Will I ever see the sun again beyond these prison walls?
Only God knows

Level 5
By Larry Stromberg

Home of the assaultive ones
A prison within a prison
Darker than the RHU
Even worse than Death Row
Locked down like a caged animal
The shit throwers are there
Lifers who murdered their cellies for a Z code
It’s the last rodeo for the escape artists, cell rapers and guard killers
This is Level 5
Dehumanization is the code there
A cold place that shows no mercy
It’s hell on Earth, even for the one’s with remorse in their hearts
It laughs at Mental Health issues
Level 5 never changes
Doesn’t care
It just sucks the life out of you!

Wildfire
By Larry Stromberg

Blazing fury destroying a dream-A wasteland of emotional rubble
My soul burnt to a crisp
The third degree burns may take a lifetime to heal
Is this the abomination of desolation to my spirit?
The recovery is a mountain to climb
Wildfire- It’s trying to put me six feet deep
I’m fighting to stand on my feet again
The struggle is immense
I hope this inspires someone
Serves some kind of purpose
If not, I failed completely

Mr. Box
By Larry Stromberg

A cool cat gliding with soul
Immense wisdom his demeanor
Loved grooving to a tune
Cherished every family member, never forgetting a name
Incarcerated severely by a condemning system
Never gave up the fight for freedom
Redemption always was his sight
Even with no light in the horizon
Faith and education his only escape-
Diagnosed terminal with the cankerworm
Hospice in an infirmary cell
Praying for compassionate release
47 years in, denied on his death bed
No mercy for a lifer with remorse in his heart
Death flying Mr. Box away- He finally made it home

The Mud
By Larry Stromberg

Ages of shame wearies the soul of a human being
It takes its toll on the health of an individual
I count the days, years and decades living in the mud
I’m fighting to forgive myself- It’s taking me a lifetime

Theme
By Larry Stromberg

Lone highway, walking the steps of life
Existence’s theme…one breath at a time
Knowing that one breath will be the last
Life’s a gift, so is death- Enjoy the blessings, face the struggles
There must be a purpose in it all

Single Cell
By Larry Stromberg

I’ve been forced to live in a box with another human being for decades
Celly after celly
Some became some of my best friends in this life
Others, just respected my space, as I did theirs
But for now, I’ve been given a single cell while working hospice during the pandemic at SCI Phoenix
It’s been a time of reflection and deep thought
How can I not think about my life as I see others slowly die before my eyes?
How fast my life has gone bye!
Being by myself, writing has been my focus
Stories I just pushed to the side, have come to life on the page
There’s a reason for my single cell time
Finishing every play, screenplay and poem that I’ve been predestined to accomplish
My season of intense writing
I better hurry up, before they double me up again!

Unconditional
By Larry Stromberg

You’re the essence of divine love
Never gave up on me as I fell from grace
I’m blessed that you unconditionally love me
Forgave me for the past- Made my future bright clear
You’re the true miracle of my life

Shiver
By Larry Stromberg

There’s a presence that lingers around me
It follows me everywhere
Stalking my existence
Watching my every move
Puts shivers down my spine
Has me on high alert
This shadow figure
I’m no longer a skeptic of the supernatural
It’s forced me to believe

Never
By Larry Stromberg

Should have done this!
Should have done that!
Never done the unforgivable
It rolls around in my head as the Earth moves constantly
I don’t have a cold heart
Just a heart of sorrow

I Just Laugh
By Larry Stromberg

I laughed at my Father’s stupid jokes
My Mother’s fancy clothes
My sister yelling at me
My dog’s running in the snow
My cat’s chasing the yarn
My wife’s crazy laugh
I laugh at myself at times
Flashing memories put a smile on my heart
I just laugh )

POC
By Larry Stromberg

Fury rattles the brain schizophrenia.
Psychiatry is a foreign language.
Demons are whispering friends, angels a refuge,
masturbation relieves temporarily.
Isolated for weeks that never end,
the eye in the sky watches every move.
Styrofoam trays come timely as I shed the pounds.
My appearance turns barbaric as I drift into oblivion,
controlled by pharmaceuticals, wrapped naked in a vest.
I scream and the guilt turns insane.
Drowning in vomit, forgotten by those that condemned me,
my soul shivers into madness.
Just another day in the Protective Observation Cell.