Eugene Clemons

ALIVE e.V.
Voices from Inside
 

UPDATED: APRIL-27th-2009

Hello,

My name is Eugene Clemons, I'm a black male, 37 years old born 9-28-'71, 5,9", 230lbs muscular thick built, with green eyes and short wavy hair.
I'm currently on the row as I was wrongfully convicted back in 1994 during elections. I'm on apeal as I speak trying to get the fair trail I never received. As I couldn't afford  a defense lawyer to represent me fully and properly. Which caused me in the end my freedom in the process. I'm on appeal fighting to clear my name as I go through this sad, draining, lonely, corrupt system which they call justice.
Designed to capture the poor defenseless people who couldn't afford and understand the need of a proper defense counsel.
As I've quickly learned, it's not about true justice for people in my financial situation, but political gain and money.
I spend my time in a 5 by 8 cell 23 hours a day writing, reading, meditating, listening to music, watching TV and following sports as I try to keep hope alive focusing on positive things.
Which at times can be hard and challenging when you're alone and feel forgotten as I go through this faze of life behind bars.
I get to go outside atleast 4 days a week. I life weights and run for exercise to try and stay in decent shape.
My days and nights are pretty basic and routine. Here I am now trying to add a friend free to send a photo so I can put a face to name as we get to know all about each other.  No polaroids allowed to be sent.
You can send up to 2-3 photos a letter if you want.
No limit on letters, write as much as you like or desire.
As I mentioned earlier regarding rules or whatever please ask, I'll gladly answer best of my ability.
Until then, I look forward to hearing from you soon and often!

Sincerely,

Eugene Clemons

Eugene Clemons
Z-570 I1-21A
Holman Correctional Facility
Holman 3700
Atmore, AL 36503
USA

"Love Lost"

Sometimes we wonder where the heart goes after it has been broken.
The whispers of the cool light breeze remind me of the many times
you called my name.

The fragrance of the flowers in the field deceives my senses
in a most tantalizing way.
As the sun sleeps and the moon awakes, signalling the end of the day.

Time is my only ally, patience is my companion, honest is a part of me,
and trust I could never abondon.
The reflections from the ocean bear images of the past.

Watching my dreams getting swept off shore; has a familiar reaction
as I bend down and pick up some sand it reminds me
of our love I use slipping away through my fingers.

Some people say that being in the darkness is a frightening
place to be.
Myself I can consider it a friend, because when I cry, no one can see.

Trying to figure out where love went, is a timing journey.
But I keep searching at all cost.
But for now, I am "Love Lost".

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