Thursday, August 16, 2012

The pieces of my heart


I am not afraid to die, I'm just scared you'll break my heart. I am not afraid of pain, I'm just scared you'll leave me hurt.

Letting down my guard, letting go completely is all but easy. It's hard to feel trust, when time after time people show that honesty is just a fairytale. A heart can only be broken in so many pieces. After a while there is nothing left to break, but also nothing left to fix.

I show you all the pieces of my heart, not for you to fix it, but to take all those pieces and accept each broken piece of my heart. I am giving you all those pieces to keep them safe, not to smash them to the ground until the pieces are too small for your love to see them. I am asking you to cherish all the pieces and show me that even a broken heart is worth loving. 

Even if I'm scared, even if my heart could break beyond fixing ever again, I will give you all the pieces of my heart and trust that you will keep them safe. All you have to do is open your hands and accept them.


Thursday, August 2, 2012

I'm still breathing

I have died so many deaths.
I have choked in my own tears while mourning for my soul.
I broke my heart while mourning for my love.
I bled dry while cutting the pain out of my heart.
I have died over and over again.
But still there must be some life left in me.
I'm still breathing.

My truth

I'm not difficult, I'm just not easy. Big difference. You don't need to understand me. I don't understand me either. Believe me I tried. It's such a waste of time. Disagree with me. Have a different opinion. I love a good discussion. See what I see, but see it differently. My truth doesn't have to be your truth. So don't expect your truth to be mine either.

If life would be simple, it wouldn't be that difficult. Love is only beautiful when it's fucking hard.
Life sucks. And then you die.

My truth.


Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Talking shit

Don't speak. Just let me clear my thoughts before you say something. Ok I am ready. Go ahead.
Too bad. You're still talking shit. And it smells bad. My thoughts are clouded again. Or should I say crowded?
Shit seems to stick. More than beauty. I keep repeating it in my mind. Words can have such an impact. I can still hear you say it in my mind. After I am done thinking, you have said it a million times.
Silence can be so beautiful, especially when it is coming from you. So peaceful. So quiet.
Sadly it won't take long. There you go blabbing again. It is not a gift to separate the shit from the beauty. It is a gift to separate it in your thoughts. Some people will always talk shit. Don't waste your energy.

Next time someone talks shit... Just flush!



The stars will be out soon

I send cards to death row inmates whom have received an execution date. It is part of  the great work Envelopes of Hope does.

I wondered how I would feel days away from my execution. I would feel so alone. So when I got the name and address of the man that would be soon get executed, I wrote: "I hope you will be able to see the sky at night, because every star represents someone thinking of you. Remember this when you look at the stars. You are not alone."

Just a few days after he was executed I received a letter from him. I didn't open the envelope right away. I just held it. It felt strange to have a letter in my hands from someone who isn't on this earth anymore. He was the 453th man executed in the State of Texas.

At the beginning of the letter he seemed to be in good spirits. He made jokes and sounded upbeat. I wondered what was going through his mind. Did he understand what I meant with my words? Did he know he wasn't alone? I got my answer at the end of his letter.

He wrote: "It's getting dark. The stars will be out soon."

I cried.


I am innocent!


Paul Zumot was found guilty for the murder of his girlfriend Jennifer Schipsi. There was no smoking gun, no physical evidence, no confession, no videotape proving his guilt.

There were videotapes showing he had an alibi at the time of the murder and arson, he was miles away from the crimescene. But of course the prosecution could not use that to convict him.
A restraining order against two men just a week before her murder, because Jennifer feared for her and Paul's life. But of course the prosecution could not use that to convict him.
Although there was a taped phonecall of Jennifer complaining about Paul, there was also a tape of Jennifer talking about how she was sexually abused by her own father. Maybe that's why Paul called Jim Schipsi a monster at his sentencing trial?  But of course the prosecution could not use that to convict him.

What remained was circumstancial evidence. So called heated text messages exchanged between Paul and Jennifer was supposed to show Paul was emotionally and physical abusive towards Jennifer. I say so called, because Jennifer was the one ranting on and on and Paul was just trying to calm her down. But even if he did,  who hasn't sent an angry text message to a girlfriend before? Better think again. A few heated text messages could get you convicted.

On October 29 Paul Zumot was sentenced to 25 years to life for the murder of Jennifer Schipsi and an additional 8 years for arson. He didn't receive life without parole, but still it is 33 years too long because he did not do the crime. At his sentencing Paul spoke out.

To the judge: " You are corrupt. You always sided with the DA and you abused your power."
To Sunseri: "Shame on you. How do you sleep at night? You know you framed me. I am an innocent man!"
To Maloney: "You all are liars, corrupt. I am innocent. I did not commit any crime. The truth will come out and I will be free."

Of course prosecutor Chuck Gillingham twisted Paul's outburst to his own advantage:

"That was a unique experience, but I'm not altogether surprised that he would react that way. That was all gamesmanship-to have him be in charge. But he didn't have the control, the judge did."

Paul's outburst was what it was; An innocent man crying out for justice.
Justice hasn't been served. The fight continues.

www.paulzumot.com




Monday, October 24, 2011

More than meets the eye


At quite a young age I was confronted with a death in the family. At this very first funeral I didn't know how to act. As I stood next to my parents, I noticed my father wasn't crying. He didn't seem to be really upset. After we left the funeral, he was making jokes in the car. I asked my father why he wasn't upset. He asked me:"Why do you think I'm not upset?"I answered him that most people were crying at the funeral and he wasn't. He replied by asking me:" So in order to be upset, you have to cry?" I hesitated for a moment and then answered:" I guess not, I just thought because everyone was crying..."
My father explained to me that just because he hadn't cried, it didn't mean he wasn't upset. "There is no wrong in how people react to a shocking event. You can't always see on the outside, how someone feels on the inside." I never forgot his words.

Throughout the years I have become a person that doesn't show much emotion. I can act tough, but that doesn't mean things don't effect me. Sometimes there is more than meets the eye.

I have been writing with men on death row and life without parole for quite some years now. I have also been always interested in criminal cases and have read many the past few years. I have read trial transcripts, police reports, blogs and stories. In some cases the defendant was innocent and in some he was not. What struck me most that in the judicial system in the States the jury sometimes convicts on appearance and behavior instead of mere facts. In a way this is understandable. But I dont think it is right.

Some of the reasons jury members gave for finding someone guilty:

He seemed indifferent. He didn't look innocent. He didn't show remorse. It was just crocodile tears. He gave me the creeps. He looked like a monster. He had dark, evil eyes. He didn't cry. He seemed so cold. He was making jokes with his attorney. He looked away when they showed the crime scene photos. He just stared at the crime scene pictures. The tears weren't real. He acted guilty. He didn't seem to moarn the loss of his 'wife/friend/son'. He was staring at the floor. He was smiling and waving at his family. He yawned.


I wonder if some jury members had the same thoughts when they convicted Anthony Graves, when they found Joe D'ambrosio guilty, when they gave Juan Melendez the death penalty or when they sentenced Jeremy Sheets to die. After spending years on death row they were found innocent.

Susan Smith made a heartwrenching plea to he alledged kidnappers of her two children at a press conference. She cried and trembled when she told the media how much she loved her children. Her husband had to hold her so she wouldn't collapse. A few months later she herself was arrested for the murder of her children and later on also confessed to the crime. She had fooled almost everyone.

On both sides this shows there is more than meets the eye. Every person is unique and every person responds in their own unique way. Do I get judged by how I react to certain events in my life? Of course. But luckily my life doesn't depend on it.

Let's just stick with the facts.