What is the meaning
behind, while I breath I hope?
dum spiro spero
In Latin the phrase
‘dum spiro spero‘
Until this day it has remained the motto
of those who refuse to quit until the very last breath.
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Can it be explained and understood the events and situations that led someone to use drugs commit crimes and get locked up for life.? I will try !
The story of
Bobby Blue
Storyline
- 1982
It was a cold day in January 1982. I just turned fifteen. I wasn’t a big guy, so it was easy for me to climb through windows. I was part of a street crew , BPB (Bay Parkway Boys). I was instructed to get in and get out. You see I was already on my way. I even owned a Cadillac, that I parked a few blocks from my house, where I lived with my mother, stepfather and two stepbrothers. My sister already moved out. More about that later. I was in the process of committing a burglary when I was interrupted by a police officer. I hid in the closet; I held the door tight hoping he would not find me. I heard him take his gun out of its holster. He knew I was in there. he said “come out now! Don’t make me shoot you”. I had gotten away so many times before, I knew I was in trouble now! This was my first brush with death but there would be many more.
- 1967
My story needs to go back a few years. I was born on November 24, 1967, to Susan Skelly and Joseph Leone. I can only tell you what my mother told me. She told me she had decided to give me up for adoptions. She made plans with the social worker at the hospital. She told the social worker she was overwhelmed she already had two small children and she was in a bad situation that could only get worse, and she wanted something better for me. The social worker told her it was an act of love and courage, so she spent all the nine months not connecting to the baby growing in her womb. I don’t know what a social worker would say about that. But I do know I always feel like my mother is trying to put me some place!
- 19??
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2000
Every thing comes down to this moment
- 20??
- 2013
- 2013 a
- Today
Poetry
Memories Storm My Mind
Memories storm my mind; savagely tearing apart any moments of serenity that wrestle their way in. Hope, it seems, has abandoned my cause; seeking safer shores where at least flickers of sanity reside. My pessimistic conscience tells me that I am reaping what I have sown: pain for pain. But at those moments when I want to give up, a child’s voice, barely above a whisper, keeps repeating in my head “there is only one way out; you must ride the storm, rebuking the urge to seek comfort on alien shores; you must chart a new course, a brilliant beginning towards the sun knowing that you will find her waiting for you, where she’s always been.
AKA Bobby Blue – Robert Skelly 2016
Smile
Through a sea of steel, concrete, and bars, I move and feel, all my scars.
Many remain old wounds not healed, from a past pain not yet sealed.
Life as a child I trembled with fear of an adult gone wild a thousand beating severe.
“You’re no good “!! Still it’s repeating, as she would through every beating.
Telltale screams fill my head with a past that seems never dead.
Sweat soaked sheets almost every night.
Where my sanity retreats, I search for sight.
Now I walk with sorrow, bearing a tortured soul, no comfort to borrow.
Still, I pay my toll and I’ll walk this mile, head held high, only I hope to smile before I die
AKA Bobby Blue – Robert Skelly
