Arthur Walton
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What comes next
So I'm a nightmare now according to you, then does that make you a legitimate monster? Up on your high horse pedestal looking down on me like you care, your nothing more than an imposter. Rather harsh words, in my humble opinion, from a man in his position to articulate; add in the power of being on the bench, what kind of influence does he have with the words he chooses to say. With his fancy vernacular and holier than thou demeanor on full display for all to clearly see; I was openly defiant to his face while full of confidence since I knew I had an ace up my sleeve. Now you may wonder exactly how I was able to remain so calm while facing up to 5 years; rather easily since I knew whan had went down with his secretary quitting and leaving in tears. My lawyer was a very well connected man privy t o conversations happening behind closed doors as well as being alone; such as the Judge telling his secretary how he was going to put on a show and let his intentions known. Leaving her with no choice but to let it become public knowledge in an incriminating report; detailing his unprofessional conduct as well as his abuse of power just appalling his fellow Judges of the court.
By Arthur Walton2 years ago in Confessions
Point of Life
They say that Roses are red and Violets are blue; my life is now fully complete since I am with you. plete I know I don't show it or let you know how important you truly are to me; nor do I treat you with the importance and respect you deserve as my Queen.
By Arthur Walton2 years ago in Poets
America's Worst Nightmare
Would like to take you on a journey through a pivotal part of my life, to a time when doing dirt was mandatory in order to earn your stripes. All while accepting there is a great chance that your freedom won't last, days from long ago yet not forgotten from the distant past. When a Judge felt it necessary to explain his thoughts to make it crystal clear, if I stay this course I'm on by 18 I will be incarcerated serving years. That is IF and ONLY IF not already gone, dead, and buried 6 feet down, and to add insult to injury, he did this in front of a jam packed court house. Barely a teenager, just 13 at this junction when he decided to let it go and unload, his thoughts, feelings, and beliefs with his this is your life choices speech, a dog and pony show. Yet on deaf ears his sermon fell harmlessly without hearing a single syllable that exited his mouth, as stubborn and unreachable I was plus his preaching made me completely tune him out. Had no interest in listening to any of it let alone walk anyone's fine line, my priorities were set for me on that money making hustle of a grind. While putting on for my set I represent by flagging and stacking gang signs, willing to do whatever needed to ensure survival consuming the majority of my mind.
By Arthur Walton3 years ago in Confessions