Day 7
By Xavier Davis
If I were confined by my own thoughts, I would be free but the reality is that I have been on
Death Row for 7 days. Every second, every minute, every hour is detrimental. Isn’t it ironic how
im on suicide watch. Isn’t it ironic how im “not” suicidal? The State of Texas has decided that I
must die. I have been called a monster, a psychopath, and condemned. Isn’t it ironic how I agree?
When I look at my hands I see a different brand of damage, they shake. Sometimes I don’t know
if its my hands shaking or the entire world. Have I caused an earthquake or has an earthquake
caused me? I cry blood, I bleed tears. My wrists are full of scars, neck too. Funny thing is, I want
to be loved but I don’t even love myself.
Damn, It’s Day 7 on Death Row.
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By Xavier Davis
I stumbled?
Not due to an intoxicant but due to a lack of visions,
Perception is the sum of all things, ever heard that before?
I wonder how Stevie made it so far when Ray Charles died broke…
Laughter is a funny thing isn’t it!
I mean Realism OR Real tragedy often must leave people hysterical,
All I do is Smile these days.
Heath Ledger would probably understand,
And I’m not joking when I say I can’t wait to converse with him.
I’m not suppressed by tormentors; I’m suppressed by fears.
I heard a ghost last night.
Isn’t it crazy how he is the closest thing I have to a friend, I named him Casper.
I know I’m rattling on but I don’t think it’s a shot of Anti-venom that the U.S. intends to inject me
with…
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By Xavier Davis
Perhaps this is all a dream, but I think not,
I Remember M.L.K saying something about soul force.
I suppose that what is within always finds a way to show without
And I might need the Webb telescope to find what I’m looking for.
Pardon me but I guess asking to be excused, and actually being excused are two different matters…
I learned what a filibuster was today,
Why is a butterfly so carefree?
I would love the opportunity to know what it feels like to be pretentious.
Ironically, I hate people that feel entitled,
A king’s own reflection is what he will see in the water.
I know I’m barging in but…
The wind has no destination.
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