WOW! I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW LUCKY I AM. THERE HAS TO BE OVER A HUNDRED PROFILES ON THIS SITE BUT IT WAS MINES THAT YOU CLICKED ON TO CHECK OUT. THANK YOU FOR RENEWING MY HOPES THAT THERE ARE STILL SOME WONDERFUL HUMAN BEINGS OUT THERE. I WILL ADMIT TO YOU THAT I AM AS NERVOUS AS A CAT TRYING TO NAP IN A ROOM FILLED WITH ROCKING CHAIRS. I BEEN HEARING HOW GUYS ON THESE SITES GET HARDLY ANY RESPONSE, AND SOME OUT RIGHT REJECTED. YOU CAN SAY THAT I'M A DREAMER. BESIDES, I BELIEVE THAT THERE'S A RISK IN ALL WE DO AND HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR THESE RISKS, HOW COULD THERE EVER BE ANY CHANCE FOR ANYTHING WE EVER DREAMED OF? I'M 59, I WEIGH 190, AND I'M 5'7". MY EYES ARE BROWN. I SHAVE MY HEAD BALD, AND LIKE STAYING ACTIVE. I LOVE DANCING, WATCHING CLASSIC MOVIES, AND GROWING THINGS TN THE GARDEN. I LOVE WRITING LETTERS, PROSE, AND POEMS. I JUST WON THE MULE CREEK STATE PRISON POETRY CONTEST. I ENCLOSED THE POEM ALONG WITH MY BLOG. I PLACED THIS AD IN HOPES OF FINDING NEW FRIENDS. I LIKE BEING TREATED SPECIAL AND WITH RESPECT. BECAUSE I BELIEVE IN TREATING PEOPLE THE SAME. I'M ATTRACTED TO WOMEN WHO ARE KIND, WITTY, AMBITIOUS, AND INTELLIGENT. I HAVE EARNED MY G.E.D AND MY BACHELOR'S OF SCIENCE DEGREE IN SOCIOLOGY. I WORK IN THE POOCH PROGRAM. THIS IS WHERE A GROUP OF INMATES LEARN TO TRAIN PUPPIES TO BECOME SERVICE DOGS FOR PEOPLE WITH DISABILITIES. BUT THE TRUTH IS I AM THE ONE BEING TAUGHT BY THESE PRECIOUS BABIES. WE LIVE IN THE CELLS WITH THE PUPPIES WE'RE ARE ASSIGNED TO TRAIN. I WOULD LIKE TO MEET SOMEONE WILLING TO COME VISIT ME. SOMEONE I CAN SHARE MY DAYS WITH. I WILL BE GOING BEFORE THE BOARD OF PRISON TERMS FOR PAROLE CONSIDERATION IN 2026. IT WILL BE A TOTAL OF THIRTY SEVEN YEARS THAT I HAVE SERVED. I AM NOT THE CHILD THAT I WAS BACK THEN. EVERY ONE DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE. ESPECIALLY SOMEONE WHO HAS TRULY TURNED THEIR LIVES AROUND. NOAH WAS A DRUNK, SAUL OF TARSUS BECAME PAUL. HERE I AM A BUTTERFLY. I AM LOOKING FOR FRIENDSHIP WITH SOME ONE MY AGE AND OLDER. RACE/COLOR IS NOT IMPORTANT. BESIDES, CANDY COMES IN A VARIETY OF COLORS, AND SHAPES. ITS THE SUGAR THAT I LOVE HONEY (SMILE) I LOOK FORWARD TO HEARING FROM YOU. PLEASE CONTACT ME BY GOING TO THE GTL AP (GETTING OUT) 0R SIMPLY WRITING ME. YOU CAN SEND YOUR MAIL TO (KELLYBOROUJENI@GMAIL).YOU CAN VISIT THE GTL APP I GAVE YOU AND SEND ME TEXTS, AND PHOTOGRAPHS. I CANT WAIT TO CHAT WITH YOU! AGAIN, THANK YOU FOR CLICKING MY PROFILE. YOU REALLY ARE SPECIAL MY NEW FRIEND.

"PRAYERS OF AN ASPIRING POET"

MAY HOPE, THE BOOK I CHOSE. BE THE SOURCE UPON WHICH T WRITE. MAY STRUGGLE, AN AWESOME TEACHER. TURN MY WORDS INTO SAGE ADVICE. MAY THIS PENCIL, THE TOOL THAT I WRITE WITH. BE SHARPENED BY YOUR PRAYERS. MAY THE PAPER, THE PALLET UPON WHICH MY WORDS LAY. EXPRESS JUST HOW MUCH I CARE. MAY MY POEMS, THE FOOD I OFFER SOULS, BRING YOU GRACE FROM HIGH ABOVE. MAY THE PRAYERS OF AN ASPIRING POET FILL YOUR HEARTS WITH JOY, AND LOVE.
STANFORD C. JACKSON,

MY BLOG...
HELLO MY NEW FRIENDS. IMAGINE YOUR A CATERPILLAR CRAWLING ALONG THE BEATEN PATH. YOU'RE BURNING IN THE HEAT. THEY'RE BIRDS, AND LIZARDS LOOKING TO MAKE A MEAL OUT OF YOU. YOU'RE ALONE, AND DEFENSELESS. THIS IS JUST THE SURFACE. BECAUSE IN YOUR MIND YOU'RE UGLY, ASHAMED, AND VERY LONELY. BUT LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. ISN'T IT VERY DARK JUST BEFORE DAWN? DOESN'T IT TAKE LEMONS TO MAKE LEMONADE? WHAT IS IT ABOUT A MOTHER, WHO SUFFERS THE PAINS OF CHILD BIRTH BUT QUICKLY FORGETS IT THE MOMENT SHE SEES HER CHILD? THERE'S STILL SOME MAGICAL THINGS IN THIS WORLD. BECAUSE WHO WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT THIS UGLY CATERPILLAR NEEDED BUT A QUIET PLACE AWAY FROM NOISE IN ORDER TO UNDERGO THE PROCESS OF METAMORPHOSIS. THAT THE MOTHER GIVING BIRTH NEED BUT ONLY BARE DOWN AND PUSH THAT EVERYTHING SHE DREAM WOULD MANIFEST INTO A LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY. I LOST MY MOM WHEN SHE OVERDOSED ON HEROIN. SHE WASN'T FOUND UNTIL DAYS LATER. MY WORLD WAS TORN TO PIECES. I BLAMED-MYSELF BECAUSE I LEFT HER OUT THERE ALONE. I WAS IN A VERY DARK PLACE. IT WAS IN THIS DARK PLACE THAT I LEARNED JUST HOW PRECIOUS THE HUMAN SPIRIT IS. BECAUSE I BEGIN TO LISTEN TO THE SILENCE AROUND ME THAT DOESN'T SPEAK BUT RATHER ACTS. I LISTENED TO THE INNER MAN WHO INSTRUCTED ME TO WORK ON MYSELF. THIS WAS WHEN I BEGIN WRAPPING MYSELF INSIDE A COCOON OF TRANSITION. I STARTED LOVING MYSELF, AND TREATING OTHERS THE WAY THAT WANTED TO BE TREATED. I EARNED MY DEGREE AS SOON AS I GOT MY G.E.D. I LEARNED TO APPRECIATE LIFE IN BOTH GOOD/BAD TIMES. I WENT TO SELF-HELP GROUPS THAT TAUGHT ME THE LIFE SKILLS THAT I NEED IN ORDER TO HELP OUT THE MANY OTHERS WHO NEED SOME ONE TO GIVE THEM A HAND. I BELIEVE THAT WE CAN HELP OUR FELLOW BROTHERS/SISTERS TO TOUCH THEIR VERY OWN ABILITIES TO SIT STILL IN THEIR HOUR OF DARKNESS AND CHANGE INTO THEIR TRUE SELF. IMAGINE EVERYONE MEETING EACH OTHER FROM THAT POINT. MY WINGS ARE STILL DRYING, AND I'M TESTING MY WEIGHT BEFORE FLIGHT. BUT I CANT DO THIS ALONE. I NEVER LEARNED TO FLY. I BEEN IN HERE THIRTY FIVE YEARS. I WANT TO FLY SO BAD. HELP ME. LETS BUILD OURSELVES A PLATFORM THAT GIVES OUT FLIGHT INSTRUCTIONS. I PROMISED MY MOTHER THAT IF I EVER GET ANOTHER CHANCE. I WILL NEVER LEAVE ANOTHER FRIEND BEHIND. I HONOR MY WORD... BECAUSE I HONOR MYSELF. I'M NOT A CATERPILLAR ANY MORE.
STANFORD C. JACKSON, JR
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