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Confined Visions

by Donald D. Conley Sr.

120 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #03-0668; ISBN 1-4120-0299-0; US$15.95, C$17.00, EUR12.50, £9.00

A most fascinating glimpse of life from the dark side then back to the light.

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About the Book A poetic bible about love, life, and politics that will change everything you may have once believed. A truth conveyed on paper like it has never been ever before. Enlightening and refreshing you will want to read it over and over again.

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About the Author Born on July 20, 1950 in Chicago, Illinois, Donald D. Conley Sr. is a poet, lyricist, and screenwriter. Residing now in San Pedro, California with his wife and fellow writer, Andrée Maria Joseph-Conley, Donald has turned the experiences of his wild youth into food for positive thought and is currently collaborating with Andrée on a joint non-fiction project as well as completing the finishing touches on his first, fact based novel.

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Sample Excerpts

Mutual Reciprocity

So beautifully incredible
The way you changed my life
Although at times hard to believe
How you brought me to the light

My sole and true first love
A place only you can claim
This mutual reciprocity
We eagerly exchange

Since too for you
It is sad but true
The real meaning of loving
A gift you never knew

Now together we share gladly
Because we love each other madly
Our possibilities are endless
What we have is so tremendous

11/2/98
D.C.

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Bittersweet

I knew the taste of honey
A sweetness from your kiss
Then learned the pain of sorrow
How love could be like this

The first time my eyes held you
All of life seemed to stand still
An event I cannot soon forget
Or believe I ever will

From start there was this pleasure
Too enormous to explain
But in an instant flash of light
It all turned into pain

Yet still I seek that aura
Of what brought me such delight
Though well aware of consequence
I am compelled to take this flight

6-21-99
D.C.

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Plague or Plight

The root of all "evil"
The word adjectively exist
Centered in the Mother Land
Deep inside of it

Found miles below the ground
Upon which free men of color live
They embrace no other heritage
And accept none that outsiders try to give

Daily they are massacred
The indiscriminate wholesale killing
Their wives and children sold
Bought by Arabs who are willing

Young girls of ten and twelve are raped
All by the Arabic of speech
While miles away over in this land
Others profit from what they teach

"There but for the grace of God go I"
Can easily all be said
But ask yourself if in their shoes
Would you be alive or dead

Events that plague moder man
Slavery still exists in the Sudan
China, Russia and Libya to name three
All have a hand in this drudgery

Scholars say this was meant to be
Each Soul must fulfill its own destiny
For mastery all men can claim
To a level where it knows not shame

Though shocking as it is revealed
To whom or what is the appeal
What justifies the right or wrong
Look at how long this has gone on

Instill foreign will upon any man
One of two things he shall do the best he can
Fight what he calls Tyranny
Or be what the Master wants him to be

10-12-99
D.C.

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Take Another Look

How often have I told you
That I am not the same
You ask exactly if it is so
No, I have not changed my name

But my mind and heart are different
All brought about with time
Looking back upon the yesterdays
When I used to call you mine

And though I never knew it
You were the best of me
Only now that I am a ways from you
Is how I clearly see

If I only knew then
What I know now
We would still be together
Because you make me so proud

So unlike the "Little Boy"
Who three times did cry wolf
Just hear me now this one last time
And take another look

2-18-00
D.C.

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Others

On the day three planes crashed into the hearts of
America
The whole world watched it on the screen
While everyone nearby looked on in horror
Not one person understood who could be so mean

The lives of so many people
In an instant were gone up in flames
Then after the towers came crashing down
It became clear who exactly was to blame

Yet now the difference between retaliation and justice
Is a margin that is so wafer thin
Because on both sides many more lives will be taken
In this reality no one will actually win

The fact is, just as there is life
So too must there be death
Otherwise the Planet could not support all that was
"eternally" upon it
Therefore I concede that "Man" is the creator
Of his own destiny, for himself as well as for
Others

9-26-01
D.C.

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