Art and Poetry by Patrick Comi

As my heart melt into fury, with no one to console me,
Love seems to be a distant memory.  My  heart has been ripped
Apart, feast upon, and devoured by vengeance.

Loneliness is a soothing pain in which I find sorrowful
Comfort.  How could I ever go on living this way; abandoned and
Left just as my last breath slipped into nothingness?

I have been judged condemned to poty by those who live in
Misery, but purged are my resurrected thoughts.  I received th ultimate of being nailed to the cross thn placed into the
Bottomless pit where I cam efface to face with myself, Will.
I had the key all the time but was refusing to accept it; the
Key is compassion.

Gifted as I be, with a lifted mentality, essentially I am
Will, and everything is a manifestation of it.

Revitalize yourself

Free 
By Patrick Comi

Lonely, stressed out, torn, beaten and afflicted.
Charged it to the game to the riches u was addicted.
Reminiscing on the past.
Motivated by my connection.
Searching for a way to find redemption.
When did the street life take control?
Training me, straining me.
Searching for guidance from fools who had
a penchant for violence.  The only law they taught
me was the code of silence.
Every day all day a fight.  Am I being used to
participate in humanity plight?
No Mercy, greed has forced me to hold tight…
Never gave a damn if my actions were wrong, or right.
Society has judge me easily.  I must accept the blame.
If Jah could grant me mercy, surely you could do the
same.
Now I’m free from pain and misery, you can tell eveil
Lies and persecute me.
But you can’t take away the Holy Spirit, who has

already freed me.

Brother
By Patrick Comi

Your future my beloved brothers are filled with crime and violence
Leading you to deafening silence, brick walls, barb wires, and gun towered fences
Keeping you caged in for a natural life sentence
Everything and everyone are subtracted from your life
Thirty minutes collect phone calls are the only thing that seems to ease your sufferings
Can’t sleep at night, one eye open while praying you don’t get shanked in a prison fight
Daily decisions fight or flight
Listen my beloved brothers
What if I could give you the key to avoiding the penitentiary
Would you listen
Would you read these few words jumping off the pages
Would you take heed from a man who has walked in your shoes
I want you to dismiss anyone who would encourage you to sell drugs, carry a gun…
Enjoy your youth and have fun
Have respect for Mom and Dad,
they only want you to have a better life than the one afforded to them
Stay in school and make the right decisions
Keep this firm in your mind that wrong decisions leave scars
And right decisions will take you to the stars
My beloved brother I’ve wasted all of my opportunities please do not do the same
No gangs, no friends, no amount of money is worth giving your life away
Please remember that your life is worth more than gold
Although you’re seldom ever told
Be strong and bold, work hard to see your dreams unfold
Take time to work if you want success
Take time to think it is the hidden link

Toast to the Man
By Patrick Comi

I was too foolish to realize that I played a part
To the fulfillment of your evil plan
Genocide to my kind feeding them dope and wine
Locking up our babies in the can
Cutting off their life span
No reproduction, no hope, no dream
No contribution to their family’s clan
Feeding our babies excess sodium
Brainwashing their minds from the podium
Toast to the man
I was too blind to see the deception
 When you shook my hand
Now I’m left searching for the truth
While erasing lies you told me from birth
No, I’m no 3/5  human more like 100% original man
Born African bloodline from and ancient land
I see clearly your Mephistophelian plan
Building prisons in rural area generating jobs for your kind
 While imprisonment for blacks and Latinos
Prison for profit…beds must be filled
Cops arresting without probable cause
Fabricating evidence to create lifetime felons
Prosecutors all a part of the plan
So they prosecute their livestock with a heavy hand
Judges only concerns are their next election
So they vie for racist fear mongers votes
Toast to the man who created a system
That’s rotten to the core
Now and before

Solitary Confinement
By Patrick Comi

My mental wasn’t made for all this pressure
I’m feeling like I’m off my rocker
Solitary, solitary, confined in this 6×10 cell
Feels like hell
Segregation! For what I don’t know
This must be a sick joke
By a twisted and diabolic administration
Is this premeditated, calculated, and contrived
Set up to study first-hand the strength of a black man
I’m confused with confusion
No one could be this demonic, callous, nefarious, treacherous, and disgusting
To plant a weapon in the work area of two innocent inmates
With a fabricated story to keep us in solitary confinement for 365 days
No one to administer justice
I’m confused with confusion
My world is upside down
I walk back and forth in this filthy cell
With a permanent frown
Hope is just a fading song
Erasing on a daily from my memories
Doubt creeping in and out of my crucible
Threatening to put out my fire that once burned so radiantly
Love besets me no more
My heart once filled with gold
Now empty and cold
Hatred adorns my soul
Darkness covers my spirit
No light, no vitality to behold
I’m confused with confusion
What if our family, humankind could hear the lies
Could see the heavy eyes, medicated cries
What if society could see the Klu Klux Klan mentality
Racist ideology displayed by guards on a daily
Maybe then solitary confinement would be abolished
From all penitentiaries….Just maybe

By Patrick Comi

Your love comforts me
Your love reminds me of pure memories so sweet so intense
Your love is what I miss
I’m famished for your kiss which leaves me in an instant bliss
Our love is an image of King Solomon and Queen of Sheba
Royal you are my Ras Empress
I’m seeing Jah in your progress
Now you’re radiating light
Giving me sight
Leading me out of my plight
Ras Empress I know you’ve been hurt by men
Who knows not your worth
Treating you like dirt
Not conscious that you are the Mother of the Earth
Jah blessed your profile
Smile so sweet blood-line
Coming from the bank of the river Nile
I’m bowing at your feet giving Jah praise for
Sending me a Ras Empress so precious so sweet

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