“No one – not even the government itself – has ever been able to specify with any certainty the precise number of federal crimes defined … in the 27,000 or so pages of the U.S. Code.” In the 1980s, lawyers at the Department of Justice estimated that the criminal code contained 3,000 crimes. Today, the Heritage Foundation estimates the federal laws currently enumerate nearly 5,000 crimes, a number that grows every year.
Holly Harris, Executive Director of the U.S. Justice Action Network, told Foreign Affairs Magazine in “The Prisoner Dilemma” March /April 2017 www.ForeignAffairs.com
Clarity Not constant
Sanity fleeting
Both invade, momentarily
Disrupting chaos
Attempt stokehold of balance, Dangles off cliffs
Exults in our commitment to higher levels,
Persuaded by fears mediocrity,
Flatters ourselves
Depriving death at his door,
Laughs again
Harbors and it’s reflection of nothing
Mirror within the stranger,
That is our self,
To all, know one
Fear’s fully reflection a bounds,
Leaves one lonely
A search of a single sale, making no commitments
Leaving only the legacy of intangibles
Fear the touch “Obedience” impelling
Cleansed by the purest of liquids unwashed,
For on this existence, a doormat
Today a new chapter unwritten awaits
The words in search of themselves
Sturdy as the bindings that bare
Assimilates dancers on stage
Liberated by eyes they pry to defending worlds
Immortalized, saturated in sorrow
The preys fade, intention sustained, concern, the burdened, desperately seeking evasive knowledge people ponder the thought!
A splendid serenity,
Confusing shrieks is sirens undusted
Unleashed, the truth of generated embellished,
Waive the right to disagree
The lies uncontested with a cry to rally the laws of youth,
Eyes open, a dead man’s fleeting thought
Contempt, a whisper away from breathless, lips
Once the miracle of life
Decomposes, pence again, forgets to speaks
In that fleeting moments the Universe’s reward
Sustaining elusive lies
Everything learned instantaneously stifled
Housing the totality of nothing lost
Another second passes
People stop, think!
Something forgotten, failing, unrecognizable
The world has passed
We’ve lived to long and
Muddle the message our mother spoke
The pearls fade
Clarity shames Moment’s regressing shame less guilt
The damage poets of tomorrow
Folklore our future
Kaos the legacy of our limitations
Leans lightly in disparity
Cleansed by purist of liquids unwashed, eluding in moments shameless guilty..
We weep
Bound by sunken silly rhyme
sage silence seriously rebuked
The orator protest the peace fulfillment of disaster’s dream
Characterizing in adamant emotion
Bowels heaping of swine
Breathe the impurities of predecessors
Windowless walls visualize the unmentionable,
Equal sage silents,
Wears the pants of preachers’
Eger to adorn suits,
Fail to walk the path least followed
Wallows awaken destines mire
Spoon-fed pestilence to podium gazers’,
Pass through Nordic fingers, frozen, purified drop the past
Fractured belief of relevant obscured
Postures callow smiles
Smirks and bleed
Bowels barks of bewildered bed fellows Bison to their mates
Misery malinger mass mutiny
What the pound of pork
A pond of flesh
Reiterates, est. in peace,
Relentless resists the down
The market’s call, closed
Bowels heaping of swine
Blood soaked sheets
Awaken from sleep,
The smell of death
Cleansed by the purest of liquids unwashed we rise.
By Miguel Munoz #AY9507
Wasco State Prison
P.O. Box 99-Fac-H-Bldg-H3-Cell-159L
Wasco, CA 93280
“64% of California’s jail population is awaiting trial or sentencing as of December 2016.” Most remain in pretrial custody because they cannot afford bail. Jail Profile Survey, http://www.bscc.ca.gov/
PPI’s “Correctional Control: Incarceration and Supervision by State” is the first report to aggregate data on all types of correctional control nationwide.
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