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What’s going on?  How is everyone?  I know that I told you that I would writ once a month just to let you know that I’m alright and give you guys an update on what’s been going on with me and I haven’t.  I don’t really have any good excuse.  things have been kind of hectic the last couple months and especially the last couple of weeks.  It’s finals time and I just finished writing all of my papers.  Whew – I’m glad that they'[re pretty much over.

So, I’m going to get right to the elephant in the room.  I can’t imagine that you guys are unaware of the court’s decision to deny my appeals and all the news coverage that I’ve been getting in the last couple of months.  Yes, I got shot down but no, it’s not my final appeal.  I don’t know why the DA said that it was my final appeal.  That is far from the truth.  In fact I was thinking about writing to the Kennebec Journal and talking about a lot of information that Betty Adams gave that was incorrect.  I wrote the letter, typed it up and everything and I just haven’t sent it out.  To be honest, I”m a little nervous, every time they put me in the papers or on the news I feel like shit, but at the same time I know that it is something that is needed.  I know, I know, you guys are probably like, “What are you talking about?”  WEll, let me explain.

Right now for all intents and purposes I am a political prisoner.  They, the State and everybody involved know that I should not be doing all this time.

[Editor’s note: Sentencing guidelines in Maine: Manslaughter 1–20 years, Felony Murder (killing someone while in the commission of a crime) 1-30 years, and for regular ol’ Murder, it’s Life without parole or no less than 25 years. Snax.]

They know that I should get re-sentenced at the very least and really should get a new trial, but as long as public opinion is on their side and there is nothing making them fix the situation, they won’t.  Look and what happened with my man Tony Sanbourn.  He did 27 years and they know that he didn’t do it.  It took his girl staying on them to make them admit that the witness had lied and look at the rest of the shit that is coming to light.  for me, I don’t have that right now; I don’t have a “someone.”.  They can trash me in the newspapers and on the news and it is what it is.  But, at the same time I know that I have people who believe in me out there and the more time that goes by and the more you see people getting way less time for murder and all that, people will start asking questions.  Like, why is Fortune swerving life sentences for accomplice liability?  Or, when the news reporter says that Leo admitted to the attacks but is doing fifty years.  anyways, though, yes, I am OK. Yes, I was hurt and upset when I heard about it.  Yes, I should have reached out to you guys and let you guys know what was going on , but sometimes it’s hard to explain what it is I’m going through when it is what I’ going through.  I still know that I am coming home but it is not going to be right now.  All I can do is to continue to grow and make the best of my time here.  That means concentrating on school and working every day to be the best me that I can be.

On that note, school is pretty much done for the semester.  Like I mentioned earlier, I just finished writing a sixteen page paper on genocide for my history class.  Genocide is a crazy subject; it’s hard to wrap my mind around wanting to annihilate and entire race, or group of people.  Yet, history is littered with genocides.  The two that I chose to wrote about were the ones in Armenia and Rwanda.  Did you guys know that in Rwanda almost a million people were killed in around 100 days?  That’s crazy and the US did nothing.  The movie “Hotel Rwanda” is base don what happened in 1994.  I have ti watch it again.  As for the Armenian genocide, while Roosevelt was the President, he said that the Armenian genocide was the worst crime of the whole war.

My other class was philosophy.  Yeah, that’s right – I’m now a philosopher.  Haha!  Nah, it was a really good class.  I learned just how much I don’t know.  The best thing I learned was the need to ask questions.  There cannot be a value on one asking questions in order to find ones answers for oneself, not settling for what we are being told.  So what happens when we run into questions that we cannot answer,m or if we are in a situation where it looks or feels hopeless?  For me this is why Allah and hope are the most important things in my life.  Both my life and the history of the world are littered with mistakes and “no-win” situations, but this is only possible because we refuse to stay beaten and accept things the way they are.

Philosophy has taught me that I must continue to search for my answers yet understand that some questions cannot be answered, and a lot of situations are beyond my control.  That does not mean that I must curl up and give up.  With hope and faith I can and will not be broken by any circumstances that I face.  I have the tools to make any situation better and endure.  There is a reason why miracles are so special.  It’s because they are beyond human purview.  They are not meant to be understood or explained.  Yet are miracles possible without faith and hope?

In moments like this I think on the Serenity Prayer: “Lord, give me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.”  This class has reinforce my faith and hope by making me realize how much I don’t know by extension how much humanity doesn’t know.  It is because of how small my world and life is that I have been reminded just how strong and powerful hope and faith is.

Alright, I’m about to wrap this up.  Know that  you  guys stay on my mind.  If you ever need to vent on paper, or need advice, or if any of you are even considering making a bad choice, please drop me a line first:

M.S.P.                                                                                                                                                          Daniel Fortune, #86753                                                                                                                           807 Cushing Road                                                                                                                                    Warren, Maine 04864-4600

Remember – I believe in y’all.

As I am,

Prince

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Hey, Circle, so how’s it going? What did you guys do memorial weekend? Did you have a good day? I haven’t actually written any poems in a long time.

Have you guys managed to get a Dungeons and Dragons game going yet? As for the weather, I guess it’s going to be warming up.

Well, this June 18th, I shall be tuning fifty years old; I don’t really feel that old. Does tuening fifty mean that I’m a half century old? Did you ever get a hold of a copy of the Golem Plate Spell form the dragonsfoot website, along with a few other spells?

Well, goodnight, and I hope that you guys have a great summer. Don’t get sunburned too much.

Kenneth McDonald

I am the invincible dragon,

who is plated with gold sheets,

and red rubies,

and a breath of fiery hearts.

I feel my challenges in full force and with empty mind.

I must be falling in love with every moment of my life.

Why?

Because I am positive of it.

Today,

No way –

Such a magic day..

With your hand in my hand, how I love your face.

Your so

beautiful, so lovely, so wild and sexy,

Outside of lust insight of love –

(Did you just text me?)

 

Euphoria… I assure you

Adoria… I want more of you..

Euphoria

 

My eyes met your eyes while I played little wing.

That I’d be yours and you’d be mine,

Some simple special thing

 

Euphoria… I adore you, (I do)

Euphoria… I want more of you..

Euphoria

 

Cumberland County Jail, 2/10/15

For Tessa

Tractors, beer and women,

and a bar fight is a given.

Some cowboy boots, some bathing suits

in cornfields in the sky.

 

Bull riding in heaven,

knuckling back some 7&7,

going to the rodeo with tassels on my boots,

long-sleeve shirt and a world of hurt,

skin-tight jeans and midnite reams,

cowboy boots and cowboy screams:

Mama, come see me ride that bull in heaven.

And I like kidney pie

and the birds in the sky,

and the heat of July,

and that look in your eye.

 

That I don’t see right now,

and I wouldn’t have taken the vow,

but now I don’t see how

now that you’ve taken your bow.

 

I love you and me,

I just wish you could see,

that I love you and me,

and the things we’ve been through.

 

And I love you in red,

and the things that you’ve said,

and I love you today,

and now you’ve run away,

with me heart.

 

For Robin Egan

Girl, you are on fire, girl, you burn me with desire.

Girl, I want to get you cool, girl, I want to hold you, you’re my jewel.

Each day I see in your angel eyes, each day I see a new surprise.

Now that you’re all cooled down, let’s get a frosty in our town.

Let’s go find all our buds, we can drink a few suds.

If we start to slur our speech, we can run naked on the beach.

Do not have any worry, I’ll get you home in a hurry.

Later on in the night, I will turn off the light.

Then we both will be on fire, with all our desire.

Careful with our butts in bed, we don’t want cuts in the head.

Don’t worry, we won’t do it wrong, making love together is like a song.

I like the way you move your hips, even more better when I kiss your lips.

In the summer when you get so tanny, especially on your awesome fanny.

You are my special girl, I am your special boy.

You are my girl pearl, and you fill my life with joy.

Hello everyone!

One of my names is Alex Coolidge and my biggest challenge is writing poetry again.  It took me awhile to get around to it but I finally did.  I even managed to get some of my old stuff.  I think a lot of it is just silly, looking over it.  MOt to mention I’d started writing in an unstructured, non-modernist style.  Generally I try to rhyme now, first line with the third, second with the fourth, and on and on.

I also had to really self-motivate to get this blog out.  Hopefully someone can translate my handwriting.  Ha ha ha.  Well, lover, that’s all the time I have until next week.

Alex

Blog!

Hi everyone. One of my names is Poley and I have not encountered much in the way of challenges this week. I’ve been trying to focus on my poetry writing. Not much progress but I’m not giving up. Not this time.

I hear Holistics has had a new development. The news on my end is the “residents” here are not interested in the project. I do, so miss meeting up with everyone. It’s going to be nice to see how the project has progressed. Of course that is still aways away for me.

I have been really fortunate to have gotten into this programs. Considering the alternatives. I feel like I’m making some progress with self-improvement. Not to mention wood shop/carpentry is pretty much awesome. I do wish I had internet access so I could research things not found in the library here. Such is life. What can I do but make do.

Responses:

Since I moved from MCC to Mountain View I do not currently have a copy of “Atlas Shrugged” I did manage to talk the librarian into buying that and “The Fountain head.” At the moment I’m working on “Path of Daggers” by Robert Jordon. I really can’t wait to get “Atlas Shrugged.” I will certainly let you know what I think of it love.

I’m always better off, not being, in jail. Now that I’m myself again, I do have some very strange requirements for a companion.

Welcome to America? Really?!? I’m moving to Mars. It’s always so nice this time of year.

Until next week keep the Revolution alive guys and gals.

Poley

Alone in the company of loners,

I call them my friends,

Thow hemmed by fears,

To face a lonely life of sorrows,

Careful, careful how you tried,

When the world wishes you were dead,

Careful on life’s long last mile,

That in that day I’ll break a smile,

And breathe my last and be free,

Of this life of misery,

Good riddance that he is dead,

Heap hot coals upon my head,

I have no people to build a pry,

What few there are will not cry,

Dancing on the window sill,

I will take one last look,

And join the company if others,

In love socked Lars,

Above this demented space,

Were we punish and torment to no end,

As if on the Devil’s errand,

Spend and spend your life,

To lay waste to the gift of God’s grace,

In the hast we lift the axe to sever,

The offending member then,

Follow his bloody trail ,

To torment him farther,

What road is better?

Which path to take?

We all must die,

It is our fate,

You who rejoice to torment,

And make it your life’s work,

Let that be what makes you who you are,

When it’s your turn to go,

Those who torment with out lament,

Have a calling you now,

With such high marks,

As is your customary pleaser,

I’m sure the higher up’s,

Will give your treasure,

Even if their just jesting and testing you,

The painful stir of longing will tell,

them how its true,

Then will come their question,

Your heart will tell all,

Like a court that is in session,

The gavel will fall,

And waiting together you and I,

In the same line,

At the same gate,

To the same fate,

To be each others entourage,

In another endeavor among the stars,

Beautiful loser how is last in line,

You might be first choice,

Raze us our hearts as cups to heaven,

The singing par,

Love struck with charms,

Become blessed with a mild burden,

Like flower garden tended by virgin.

D. Moore

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