Trial in a week! And words from Eric.

“There’s something happening here, something special for certain.

It begins with trees and bugs and grows into communities built on trust.

it revolves around the idea that we can cause their destruction with our growth.

it starts with love and grows with the flowers. Ands with the stars burning us all to dust

šŸ–¤

March 14th “

Eric is excited, nervous and just so ready. Eric has been silenced for years now with communication restrictions. (Which were reinstated days agošŸ’”). Eric had something really terrible happened to him. And then for years he didn’t get to talk about it. This trial is Eric’s opportunity to finally speak šŸ–¤ this is a *good* day. Even when the communication is dampened he can feel all the love and support. He is overwhelmed with the letters he was able to recieve and everyone just helping make him feel so not alone.

Eric has his preliminary hearing this morning please keep him in your thoughts šŸ–¤

Unfortunately right now there is another communication restriction so mail won’t be making it through.

“Just Yesterday”

I study our photographs

Remember how soft you felt

Those moments to find my life

Kept me sturdy in Rocky waves

How the fuck did you get so good

At the card games you’d learned

Just yesterdayā€¦

It doesn’t make any damn sense

I swear

I taught you cribbage on Saturday

You skunked me all day Sunday

We’ve existed through distance

And connect through fingertips

Card tables and plexiglass

Living in 15 minute intervals

Praying nothing fucked the weekend off

Praying they just leave us alone

Dying to feel my arms around you

Pinching you when the camera flicks

Will you have a new hairdo?

Will they trip on you?

Leave you locked in again?

Like you belonged here also?

When was the last time we spoke?

Without an extra pair of ears?

I know when doors fade

Our new reality gets to grow

My arms will need to be pried off you

*poem*

When life gets heavy

I lay on my bunk

put my sheet over my head

pretend to be a turtle in my shell

retreat to my safe space

eat my lettuce and carrots

pretend I’m out in a garden

escape the noises and pollution

build my fantasy reality

safe + sound

blocking out the hate and noise

living in my shell

until it is safe to come out

“They say I’m no good”

They say Iā€™m no good

and the whole town would be safer

If I was buried deep or shot with a taser

They talk a lot of shit

is it a terrorist or arsonist?

Canā€™t let me out of here Iā€™m a fire breather

Iā€™m too violent

cops put me in a box with 20 doors and no windows

sunlightā€™s prohibited ā€œitā€™ll make you growā€

those that will judge have never gotten

to know me but my look is rotten

If only theyā€™d talk to you first

they would learn a secret by you from me

& maybe theyā€™d agree

that Iā€™m harmless

On the other side of the fence it grows

On the other side of the fence it grows

out of the reach of my hand & nose

free to be as lovely as it intends

free to be with its flower friends

Not to be killed inside this cage

such enchantments would be a waste

Never seen such a blue, defying hate

just by existing

fed by the sun it feeds my being

sometimes being happy feels like treason

your petals offer one more reason

to not break down or fold so easy

life would be such a cake

the day I awake

on the same side as my friends

weā€™ll both rise up in defiance

on that day

Mail is making it through!

Eric is over the moon having his mail back and hearing from his friends! It’s making him feel so strong and ready to win in March and end this three and a half years of hell. Sitting indefinitely in segregation can really throw a wrench in the trial prep machine. It wasn’t until a year and a half in that he even had his glasses. He survived 18 months of communication restrictions. He survived so so much thrown his way. But beyond survival he is ready to dominate in March when he gets to finally have his trial. He wanted to send everyone love and thanks šŸ–¤ and sat he is thrilled to hear from everyone.

Eric King 27090045

FCI Englewood

9595 w Quincy Ave

Littleton Co 80123

Trial is March 14th

This Vile Institution

I have the blues like a dead manā€™s lips

This vile institution

Serving your cereal with a cup of warm piss

theyā€™ll teach me a lesson

If only my cold shoulder didnā€™t come with a chip

for all my treason

maybe my life was a failure, but it felt like a gift

the dementor is freezing

Iā€™m a thorn bush that needs to be clipped

Our Getaway

With a shovel and a dream

I begin heading your way

The ground is cold and hard

and inclined to budge

But we fight it, we fight hard

and we fight the calendar

Weā€™re expected to break

to throw in every towel

Our muscles are aching

Sore but not breaking

Meet in the middle

Weā€™ll help each other to escape

To flee society and heartbreak

Together weā€™ll tunnel out of this pain

and nothing will stop our getaway

“They forgot we were earthworms”

They tried to bury us

They forgot we were earthworms

Eating out their rotten brains

And shitting out their undigestibleā€™s

that we were fucking shovels

just ā€˜cause someone throws dirt on you

doesnā€™t mean you canā€™t throw

That shit right off

that we were landmines

waiting for one, wrong, cocky misstep

To bring them to their knees

and send their knees into the trees

that we were fucking zombies

weā€™d keep rising up

ā€˜cause we didnā€™t crave brains

we craved freedom

that we didnā€™t mind the underground

away from their laws and harsh glares

that we were Prairie dogs

digging tunnels and spending all day

just barking and talking shit

when we see the Hawks come in

weā€™ll scamper for a minute

that weā€™re already dirt

full of the goddess energy

giving life to vibrant communities

weā€™ll gladly share the world

with pretty flowers and tickley bugs

that we do what we want

like our mothers and fathers before us

we donā€™t wave the flag

and say surrender

because the enemy tells us

ā€œthe fight is overā€

“Circumstances “

We are not victims of our circumstances

We are the victors over them

Circumstances

gave us thin ice

and heavy skates

took our families and morphed them

into something horrific

Gave us cold nights

And thin blankets

no heat,

but rocket launchers

We have hearts that fed beatings

and eyes that canā€™t look away

and lots of time to think about it

We found the will to fight

so it gave us an enemy that canā€™t die

gave us eyes to read

letters of heartbreaking sorrow

Circumstances gave us rotting logs to make homes

then laughed a the tornadoes

taught us to count

so we’d know just how much we didn’t have

Circumstances took our food to make us weak

but we stayed strong

tried to ice out our hearts

but we stayed warm

Circumstances tried to plant seeds of fear

but we grew brave

and found the courage to love those

whom others couldn’t