3-D VISION

Just another day, sun shining down.
Birds wake us up, soft chirping sound.
We feel good knowing, we are alive.
But today one man, will surely die.

He lives and loves, like you and me.
He to has his own, preplanned destiny.
He has a family, who loves him dearly.
And with the pain of his loss, will suffer severely.

The man has done wrong, make no mistake.
He has left much wreckage, in his thunderous wake.
Yet like us all, he has good with in.
So which one of us, has the right to kill him?

It's a dark cloud, to live under.
When on your days, someone puts a number.
He regrets the hurt he caused, and knows he was wrong.
He is told he will die, yet tries to remain strong.

He is trapped by a system, that claims no flaw.
Yet they murder often, calling it the enforcement of law.
So as I watch this day, I'm filled with sorrow.
For the soul of one man, will be forgotten tomorrow.

So I feel lucky now, for each and every breathe.
As I reside unwillingly, in this house of death.
A man is murdered, it's 3-D vision we say.
That's how it is, on a Dirty, Deadly, Day!!!

by Ricky Silva, october 2013

A DAY IN 3-D

I awoke today on October 1, 2013. It was just another day. I heard a knock on my window and knew the nurse was on my door. I am a diabetic and 2 times every day the nurse gives me a shot of insulin. I got dressed and went to my door and very quickly was filled with sorrow.

I noticed it was 1 hour earlier than I usually get my shot and that alone was a bad sign. Then I noticed that the guard was wearing a tie and his uniform was pressed and his boots were all shined up. And he was encouraging the wing to be on their best behavior. Important people were in the prison today. Maybe even the secretary of state. It seemed like a holiday.

But to me there was nothing to celebrate for though it was just another day for me.

I knew that today a man would be murdered. How could I know that?

Well in this building they house death row inmates and only on days of a murder do they dress up all fancy and make everything right.

Notice I say murder and not execution. I say that because an execution is nothing but a murder that has been authorized.

I was very close to death row myself so I feel for them.

So today is not just another day. A life will come to an end and though that at one time wouldn't bother me it does today. So for today I'm filled with regret. Regret that a system can take a human life and not only condone it but celebrate the day like a holiday. Today I regret the life I myself took in a heated moment of anger. For life (any life) is valulable though it's hard we should love each other.

So today to show my love for a man who once lived but do to legal murder will live no longer. I will live this day in 3-D.

3-D is what it is - DIRTY, DEADLY, DAY.

My heart goes out to the family of that man for I feel close to him and don't even know his name.

Be safe!

one man caged

Ricky  

TIME TO FIGHT

Throughout it all, I never turned down a fight.

I'm known for swift footwork, and my over hand right. 

I've faced many opponents, and never shied away. 

But I struggle with the one, I face today.

I am my own trainer, and hard I do train. 

I do push ups in the snow, and shadow box in the rain. 

But my opponent is huge, and undenieably tough. 

I feel even all my training, won't be enough. 

But I push myself harder, for courage I have found. 

Yet I know this fight, will come to the last round. 

I remember a past fight, how I suffered a cramp. 

I know I can't let this happen, against the undisputed champ. 

He is the most aggressive fighter, I must give it my all. 

I will fight hard and get back up, should I ever fall. 

I will bob and weave, my chin I will tuck. 

I will fight and fight, and hope for a little luck. 

The lights are bright, as I enter the ring. 

I was prepared for this fight, now I can't remember a thing. 

I am the challenger, yet on the champ I will pounce. 

The champ is coming, the man begins to announce. 

Ladies and gentlemen, he announces aloud. 

And waits a second for the hush of the crowd. 

You are about to witness a fight, we all must face. 

You can't run away, or hide any place. 

Here comes the champ, he is bigger than us all. 

He is tough and brutal, a human wrecking ball. 

He has a killer jab, and a hook like a knife. 

He is the undisputed champion, and his name is Life. 

By Ricky Silva, September 2013

REACH OUT

Imagine being so alone you feel you are surrounded by darkness. Having so much to say and no one to say it to. So much love to give yet no one to receive that love.

You want for a normal conversation the way a thirsty man wants for water in the desert.

You want for human contact, any kind of human contact to remind you you're alive.

A letter would be wonderful but it seems all the people in your life who cared have drifted away like a leaf in an autumn breeze. You recognize the wrong you have done and often blame yourself for how bad things are though you know deep down no one deserves this treatment. Not even you.

You contemplate suicide but somehow find the strength everyday for just one more day. You hang on by a thread of hope because tomorrow might be different.

I can tell you when I feel like this a letter alone make all the difference. So if you're reading this blog, take time to write a letter. How can it hurt? Even if you don't write to me. Choose anyone who is living in a concrete cage like mine. Write to them if for no other reason than to give them someone to talk to.

Open your heart and through you, you could bring the hope that keeps a man alive from day to day with only a caring letter.

Please be safe.

One man caged
Ricky

Ricky Silva DC# L24722

Florida State Prison

7819 N.W. 228th street

Raiford, Florida 32026

U.S.A.

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REACH OUT

Beautiful colors dance,
across a velvet sky.
As a waterfall of souls,
waves it's good bye.

With a deep breathe of tomorrow,
we live on today.
I was told to pay attention,
but never did pay.

The darkness of the past,
is now taking it's toll.
As my pen unloads it's ink,
my life slowly begins to roll.

I flush memories away,
though some I badly miss.
Even in a picture perfect moment,
I couldn't picture this.

Stripped of all human rights,
though human we are.
Eating through a metal hole,
or between the likes of steel bars.

Locked away frozen in time,
sometimes even for years.
Laughed at when we cry,
for worthless are our tears.

The holidays come,
and slowly they go.
As we suffer a lonelyness,
that makes us feel so small.

We send out letters,
often written in our tears.
And may not ever get a response,
and this is what we fear.

But with that one letter,
in which someone choose to respond.
We have the strength building,
that will allow us to go on.

So if you're reading this reach out,
to someone in solitary.
Write a letter, it can't hurt,
even if it's not to me.

by Ricky Silva, August 2013

ONE MAN

Life would go on,

should I die.

Why does the world ignore,

a lonely cry?

Taking another step,

one foot in front of the other. 

Tripping each other for placement,

falling over one another. 

Like crabs in a pot,

pulling each other down. 

Laughing at life's cruelty,

when no one is around. 

I wonder if I'm human,

as I sit in this cell. 

The way we are all treated,

it's very hard to tell. 

It's the nature of the beast,

to treat each other cruel. 

One will be enslaved,

and one will always rule. 

We need to take a moment, 

to give a helping hand.

We are all so very different,

but a man is a man.

by Ricky Silva, August 2013