Poetry by Andre Winters

23 Hours a Day
By Andre Winters

With 23 tears washed away
And 23 thoughts of being free
Incarcerated at age 23

23 hours a day
With 23 prayers I’ve prayed
And 23 hours lockdown is just not me
I’m yours whenever, Lord come take me

23 hours a day
With 23 paces per space
And 23 fears I’ve faced
While Psalms chapter 23 I agree
Even if it’s twenty-three more pieces
To peace meaning it’s 23 poems per speech

A Poem
By Andre Winters

The state of hate within a city full of sirens, violence over rides divinity stipulated through rigger.
Tensed as the avenue takes on no responsibilities, this boulevard I now live upon seeks thoughts of immunity perceived by a country of thieves, demons. A county west of my street, not just contrary to our angelic theme.

What lies within are the lies of men who turn sin and for truth is but a wishful thought astray of those whom prey and not liberate.

To have a heart is to hear for within the word itself lies an ear.

Because planet Earth is symbolic to a college, there’s always more students than professors, which means its less graduates, while every aspect consists of mental chess upon the road, we pave Chinese arithmetic each day for this game should equal gain.

Untitled
By Andre Winters

Eye have a fetish for being real
Because I am attracted to reality
So anything other than that it’s just not thee
For if essence were an entity could
I think the thoughts of persistence to
Be of lost while in the midst of
Weary not recognized yet hardly seen
Oblivious within my dream as the
Darkness fades and the light peeks
Through words on paper my poetry speak
Reaching for thanks with faith “He”
See lots we don’t have but little
Indefinitely one page away as the
Paper bleed screams of silence and
Whispers of fear the nearest you
Are the more you tear consuming
Fate while in between hate now
Realizing most souls are taint
Ill-reliable groomed in shame. Thus
Magnificence through rain.

What Lies Within
By Andre Winters

Thus begotten our true identities consume the originality of one’s humanitarian being crisis within breeds profoundest low self-esteem reduces change for mentalities are steep a loss of pulse control

Puzzling dreams conclude reality as postponing fantasies seduce the thought perceived while salvation’s a process not possibility and who’s to save?

Or can thou be and if heaven could talk sort to speak shame on thee

His words probably in need of answers (anyone) proceed a fate we seek but oversee

Polluting our willpower and its belief with the hesitation we bleed

Rejecting theme what lies within though it screams

Minutes Before Six
By Andre Winters

As my life flashes before me
With each tick on the clock
As if time forgot this
World loves me not or rather
The state hates me seemingly
Greedy is thus penitentiary
Who consumes human identities
With the lost of thoughts for
Equal liberties united snakes
Is whom they really be like
The serpent who tricked Eve
And can this be the same
Flashes of life that Christ perceived
While accused of blasphemy
The honorable mac-messiah is
My split personality which now
They pronounce more buried dreams
As my soul astral projects to a
Real galaxy minutes before I’m deceased

Real Ninja 
By Andre Winters

The undocumented story of a real ninja
who still breathe far in between in the penitentiary lies this earthling
without visits nor no one to
correspond with held in maximum
security with a batch of misfits
maintaining the slight of might
in which could be left in me
facial tattoos is their frustration
as my expression creeps not for
human consumption reads “another breed”
My only question is can broken hearts
like Purple One’s still succeed? Chronically disruptive or south centralized
Ill thoughted and even I’m surprised
that my soul seeps pus for the other death penalty is tuff convict lives
matter too. But if only congress knew.

Menticidal Thoughts
By Andre Winters

From prison traumatic solitary dis-ease in which separates the mind from thou body as if my soul never really existed. A walking corpse of a strained fitness for conversation without substance is meaningless and a head without the brain is thoughtless while arms without reach remains pointless; therefore a body without its soul is hollow. So if this is not common sensed then you’re senseless to thee abyss of doing “life” upon a sin-tense called menticide in which ones thinking is dead while the body alive. It’s like waiting to live only to die but in their mind it’s called doing time. So if thoughts are useless then what does time mean? Or can this even seem or pictured as the wildest of thine?? Sincerely yours the rose that bloom from a penitentiary of gloom.

Loving a Convict
By Andre Winters

Is so hard they say but loving him is the price you pay
It’s loving him when he has no one to hold
It’s being young and feeling so old
It’s having him write his love to you
You write back you love him too

Wanting to kiss only a promise to wait
Knowing the Pardon Board refuses his fate
Dre x-tremely painful letting her go
While dying inside and needing her so
Knowing I’m brave with eyes full of rage proposed
I’m all alone with hopes, dreams, and tears
Although you love me, you’re so far away
But my love for you grows with each passing day

Because loving a convict is much fun
And really worth the wait when our time is done
Knowing we’re sad and angry from being away from you
And we’ll think of you each and every single day
So love us and like us please tell us so
Because if you really love us deeply
We desperately need to know

 

 

By Andre Winters

 

To mind-tain is maintenance
of the brain for without
me-chanic theirs no mind to train.

 

 

By Andre Winters

South Centralized for I accept Iniquitie’s
As my plead’n defense upon heavenly
Relief subscribed decease from infancy
Demolished realities
Along with shatter’n dream’s sincerely
An inmate’s signature proof believed
Deliverance agree’d

Master Piece
By Andre Winters

Yet steady pace’n with hopes of motivation
My master piece thourgh joyous stimulation
Of bio/pen-sation and thoughts without
Temptation keeps the soul afloat at the maze

But created for purposely means like without
Water no sea so without time no me nor
Heavenly means as I flee the scene to
Reappear with deeds magically as if dreamed
Your honor though it rings uniquely she screams

A master of peace compare no other like
Imported from the middle east or out of
Space crafted with ease and gifted like
no such be-lieve thus master piece

Glory-2-God
By Andre Winters

Within my heart I speak for
glory-2-God upon those whom
seek and glory-2-God of
people in need God-2-glory
If ever they seen Glory-2-god
May we all sing God is glory
and not just theme

By Andre Winters

Bury excuses or better yet let em flee

Or burn to the point of no return to haunt

Not another human being rest-n-grief

X-cuse sorry but it had to be and so 

long with the reasons n. Which such 

Couldn’t seem while upon those lies 

Shatter another’s belief therefore excuse

Is hidden the truth yes those words

You said you wouldn’t do a strange

Addiction called x-cuse and retroactive 

With actions to bloom but excuse me with 

No more excuse for the reason is thee

Excuse which x-cuses reasons within 

Thus truth and my new year’s resolution

Is to minus excuse which equals  proof

While my die’n wish is to rebuke x-cuse in 

The name of truth as I pledge allegiance with no excuse

 

 

By Andre Winters

 

That was previously created B4 thine eyez 

Pledge the communitarian within me 4ever2

Unite another with similarities and forsake

Those who oppose our piece the revolution

Can’t be bought just sought to seem 

 

-Another Breed-

 

Minus the Antic’s and no dream without the hate while fate speak or creep’s beyond thus gentle touch of realities chosen mentalities another world in order for theirs to seep

Another creed let it be even under water where the fishes breed

 

Exactly to the utmost within the n’th degree up

Stairs are the height’s of peace sir-prized not 

Surprisingly taught to be in other words

Thought’s that mean “another breed” another light 

Another place, another birth, another me,

Another identity upon this life we lead seemingly

Like Keisha cole said a different me 

 

-Another breed-

 

No designed symbol’s just mental of (meant-tools) 

utilize, think conducted rule’s food for thot with every 

vitamin chew’d motivated by taste with no

time to waste within the grace of chase amaze’n 

take’s soul’s that ache a pass of past 

upon a new faith

 

Baptized from mud how else can dirt be?

Another breed from another seed as if the rose

That grew from the penitentiary with no 

mistakes just pure symphony for when poem’s 

cry uniqueness provide ways for strive 

or die we thrive while never lie indeed in other’s we breathe so 

erase the thoughts of greed that supersede

 

-Another breed-

 

For all to agree upon the walk’s of equality within

Thus talk’s of liberty free the speech 

For the people we be

(another breed)

While the aim came with wobbler’s so one will

Eventually trip but the realist fall is to

Bounce back with a firm grip for without

Consistency life wouldn’t be like without gifts

Christmas couldn’t seem dress to impress

Another breed, another plea, another state

With new B.gaining’s to beam for time within

Consideration present’s the passion of patience 

And eager’s of stipulation through the 

Hunger of dedication upon fertilize’n hope

 

-Another breed-

 

In which even God spoke as they foretold the

Peoples of the past while now the last first & 1st at last

So can I light the fire without a match

And not need a torch of simple fact’s??

Or rather certainty like biblically move’n 

A mountain with a mustard seed sin seriously thee

 

-Another breed-

 

For the world has 4got about me if one isn’t

Near to them poof be gone it seem outta sight

Outta mind, a cold world indeed I need some

Sleeve’s cuz I’m shiver’n about to sneeze for

Shoulder’s to lean on and hand’s to carry me

And glasse’s to those that can see I have 

Dreams similar to yours b-cuz hope I keep

Like a key to the door & bandage to a sore

Somehow just maybe with help’d possibilities

I can soar american eagle source now

Scratch ya thought’s cuz think is deep 

And hopefully you’ll break the surface so

My word’s sink as the traffic sign 

Agree’s any should o-bey the yellow light

When cruise’n for gene there4 what I’m

Try’na say is I know thy heart is

Fragile and God only issue’s one to 

Each human being so guard it with all

Ya might of mean’s but do remember always for

Only the heart tells thus mind to speak

Another breed n depthfully conceived

 

With no politician’s without race nor gender

That seem like otherkin’s but with a more

Fiesta’cated theme like have’n love & loyalty

Which is cursed with a bless’n it’s like

A loaded weapon constantly mis-used for

Protection aimed in the wrong direction 

Scared to breathe last of a dying breed

But the first seed how could this be when 

It was plenty B4 me? Abortionized though 

Shee fling’s but unrelated to happy thing’s 

So another breed earthling we are to believe 

In which some couldn’t be provoked by

Tease of stabilities not here nor there 

But within is care upon the hardest stare

One ask is life fair? And is the game dared?

While whom shall hear thus loudest cry 4

Why does lie’s come disguised? 2 many

Answer’s and not enuff question’s so within

Thou thought’s keep em guess’n

 

-Another breed-

 

For I’m more of a thinker not a speaker but

When I speak my think’n connect’s the speaker

The 49th Law of Power
By Andre Winters

Never accept consistency to be what you
Think it appear’s to brief for the due
Process is non-existence within it’s
Very speech like he is she and hell is
Heaven for those with reach when staging
Is n-evitably perceived for
The 3rd Eye is not to rely on another Hu-man-zee
I pledge subliminal for the biplor it
Bring rather thors-zine or Hitler’s psychedelic speed we n-dulge with
The toast of society while lie’s
Provide prosperity which present the
Filthiest cent of the law of nextasy n-deed another breed
From el-chapos seed