Jermont Cox
#CE-8242
S C I - Graterford
PO Box 244
Graterford, PA 19426-0246
Nickname: Mont
Age: 37
DOB: 04/29/1971
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Race: Black
Custody Date: 01/14/1993
Offences: 1st Degree Murder (3 Counts)
Sentence: 2 Life and Death Sentence
Projected Release Date: Life / Death
Page Listed: 07/09/2004
Page Updated: 10/01/2007
Seeking: Open To All
Hobbies: I enjoy Writing, Interesting People, Writing Poetry, Music, Dancing, Art, Reality TV Junkie, Home Improvement, Gardening, and some Sports.
Dreams and/or Wishes: To have my book published. . .To be free, in love, to smell the night air, and to sit in a hot tub of bath water. To be able to provide for my family.
A bit about yourself you'd like the pen pals to know: I love life, and have not allowed this situation to take that. I have a good heart, and a wicked sense of humour. I have attached two poems out of my manuscript. I hope you enjoy your journey. Let's Journey together. . .Don't let the mail pass. I'll be waiting.
A mans heart,
Beats a million beats.
Each beat represents a part of him. . .
Family, Success, Failing, Overcoming, and Living. . .
It's understanding, it's compassion.
Surrounded by a hardcore exterior. . .Protection.
Get close; It takes time.
Do you hear the tears falling?
Crying out for Love, for you.
Step in close, reach out and touch,
A Mans Heart!
That is a smile not a frown.
Soft and tender. . .Sweet and Beautiful. . .
A Mans Heart!
Mixed Emotions
Sympathy I don't need, empathy I don't want!
I'd rather die lonely, then to have someone feel sorry, and love out of pity.
I haven't expected anything from anyone, not even love, because those are the rules.
Once they put the cuffs on all bets are off.
I trust no one, and if I can't read there lips, there words are just sound,
And if I can't see there eyes, and see my reflection.
How can I trust eyes with no soul?
What I write at this moment is not from my heart, my heart is my own.
It's not my emotions, because they are my own.
I write based on mixed feelings I'm having.
I understand more than they know, I see way beyond a brick wall or fence.
I hear what is not spoken, and read between the lines to find the truth.
I enjoy to live, and let go to avoid death. . .
They say the biggest lie ever told is of friendship, and love.
I only trust what I feel.
I really don't know how to end this, but I know I must.
This is our worst enemy, because we waste so much of it.
And we play with life as if it's Russian roulette.
I have no more life to waste, and I'm afraid to give love,
But I have much to give.
Hidden tears. . .
Under the cover of night I hide my face,
To avoid me seeing me, as emotions touch down.
I cry in silence, trying not to make a sound.
I am hurting deep inside.
I have no comfort, I am all alone.
My cry wants to be heard, but I am ashamed and embarrassed,
Of these tears I shed.
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