Roland Bell ...

Roland Bell, an author and prisoner,  is an inmate at Arizona State Prison at Tuscon. Roland has written two books (manuscripts) and is in the middle of writing a third. He's written poetry and essays but has never been published. If you have comments or suggestions you may contact Roland directly at:
 
Arizona State Prison at Tuscon
Roland Bell #111531 - Santa Rita
10012 South Wilmot Road
PO Bx 24406
Tuscon, Arizona

85734-4406

Every Night Before I Sleep

In-Mature Love

To Whom This May Concern
 
 

It's Impossible to Reach You

Break Through Productions (the foundation)

Break Through Productions Home Page
 
 

Break Through: A great discovery * Breaking through against resistance. 

A face without a smile is anger untold.  A body without a spirit is a cavity that once was made of clay.  To be oppressed and restricted; To be wounded as a child: How was a child to grow, when the umbilical cord was clipped before the infant was conceived?  Even with the odds against us, we as a nation of Kings and Queens, we began to understand.  Not visually seeing, but brailling our way through these troubled lands. 

The trampled path was a destination to freedom and opportunity.  From whips to chains of old.  Now to prison, to grave yard, and many lost bleeding souls!  Even though time has passed, us as a young generation, we've found ourselves in bondage once again.  Was it designed for me to fall?  Or was it because I knew nothing but how to fail?  You tell me to walk, but you only teach me how to crawl!  You tell me to sing, but you haven't yet taught me how to speak! 

From the adventures of constantly falling, I myself have taught me how to stand.  I watch how you walk and I take the initiative to step into life once again.  Seeing and understanding are two different methods.  I see life, but I still know not how to live.  If I could understand how to live, then my life would be worth living. 

To walk forward, my foot prints are just steps leading nowhere.  I look back, and my foot prints tell a story about the places which I've been.  I can see in some places, I only have a half of a print.  I truly know now that the half print symbolizes the trials and tribulations that I had to conquer.  In other places, my foot prints are bold.  Those are the good memories that I've felt throughout life.  If I look down now, I see no prints at all, because my walking has carried me to this hell on earth.  The only path to follow now, is the reconstruction of my life! 

A brick wall I face with no windows to see.  I'm surrounded by failures, and I'm embedded in torment.  Invisible shackles keep us from rising.  The whips of pain constantly lash across our backs.  Scars of the past now cover our beautiful skin.  Molded to conquer, but too weak to defend.  An attitude of new, rebirth of strength, together we fight and together we BREAK THROUGH !!!!