New Passion

2007 has been quite a year for me already and it's not even halfway done. First, I found a new passion. I found a new inspiration. That may sound kinda dull or unbelievable because of where I am. In 16 years, I have done everything in a 10x7 foot space that any human could possibly think of with what I have available to me. Yet, I have found something new and exciting to occupy my time.
I kinda stumbled onto this new passion of mine. I was sitting here one day, staring at the walls and it came to me like an Epiphany. It was like a lightning bolt struck my cerebral cortex and it made everything so clear to me.
Before I tell you all what my new passion is, let me say this, a word of caution. Please do not try this at home. This should only be done by the most professional, skilled, individuals that have absolute knowledge in this area and that have studied each and every variable possibility and that have tested each and every action and reaction and know exactly what will happen in any given situation. So, for all of you kids out there and all of you adventurous adults, leave this to the professionals. This could be extremely dangerous and cause physical and mental ailments that can not be cured.
So, I'm sitting here in the cell, thinking to myself, staring at the walls and it comes to me. Hold up, here comes a CO, I have to get back to you later....

My Address

Hey y'all, just in case anyone on here is trying to write me at my snail mail address:

Ronald Gibson (Osiris Abu Ameer)
BQ 5220
175 Progess Drive
Waynesburg, PA 15370-8090

PHASE II

Surrounded by thugs, bugs and
Human slugs.
I sit in a daze, caught,
a sinful maze
Of human indecency.
I'm no celebrity
but all eyez are on me.
The camera got me shy
Sittin atop a steel door
like an eye in da sky
No privacy shall I get
Can't even get on da toilet
to take a SH--!
Hush, hush, ya mouth
the cop says to me.
Quiet on the tier.
I guess he doesn't want
anyone to hear.
Hear the pain,
Condemned men crying,
Some, mentally insane
F--- you!
My only two words.
I shout at him,
Just to be heard.
Surrounded by thigs, bugs and
Human slugs.
Condemned to die.
I sit in a daze,
on the Second Phase.
All I can think is
WHY?

*Written '97 on Phase II, Death Row, SCI Greene, B-Pod