Rodney N. Buford
#133881
Riverbend Maximum Security Institution
Unit 6 - B - 114
7475 Cockrill Bend Boulevard
Nashville, TN 37209-1048
Nickname: Rahim
Age: 41
DOB: 02/10/1971
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 165
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Race: Black
Religion: Universal
Family Contact: Yes
Job / Profession: Barber / Children Advocate
Cell Mate: Yes
Custody Date: 05/05/1989
Offences: Felony Murder
Robbery (6 counts)
Sentence: Life + 20 years @ 30%
Earliest Release Date:
08/30/2015
Earliest Release Type: PAROLE ELIGIBILITY DATE
Parole Hearing Date: 12/2017
Parole Hearing Type: INITIAL RELEASE APPEARANCE
Parole Eligibility Date: 12/21/2017
Conditional Release Date: NONE
Maximum Expiration Date: LIFE
Page Listed: 06/25/2006
Page Updated: 11/11/2011
Seeking: Female / Male / Friends / Open To All / Legal
Sexual Preference: Straight
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Hobbies: Writing, Poetry, Reading, Yoga, Mediation, Lecturing, and Community Building. Rap, R&B, (hip hop), including Singing.
Dreams and/or Wishes: Incorporate (non-profit) Unheard Voices Organization; Get a degree in Sociology; Unify my family; Become the first Hip-Hop Minister; Write a book.
A bit about yourself you'd like the pen pals to know: I am real. I believe in The Source (GOD). Honesty and Integrity is spiritually important to me. Freedom, Justice, and Equality are principles that I strive to make real. I am single. I love life and enjoy people. I believe in change, especially in culture. Love is sacred; women and children are sacred. Seasoned women appeal to me and age isn't a factor. My mind, body, and soul is ONE. I believe in reincarnation. I am a student of knowledge. I challenge ignorance. I don't believe in death. I am interested in the power of the mind. I will fight against injustice on every level. Life (Learning Inspired for Evolution) is my religion. I don't believe in limitations. I will be released from prison, but I am already free. Truth does exist. My offense (Murder) was an accident and I am contrite. I will freely respond to all questions and provide documentation. I am physically fit, toned (muscles), and pure grown man.
WHO AM I
Who am I?
Society doesn't seem to know,
Representing the Unheard Voices, my name is Rahjahloe'
You see us in the "now" our prison condition,
Blind to the facts of our mental afflictions;
Past decisions made before our 15 second / mindless / crime spree / felony convictions
The money, the honeys, the madness, / materialistic sadness;
Thirteen brother's / four sister's seriously drastic.
Who am I, Who am I?
Choking in poverty,
the pain runs deep, you see
And only as a courtesy "yes", we smoke and drink Hennessey, try being raised in a dysfunctional
family.
Momma's baby, Daddy's maybe, we talking real life Rosemary's Baby.
Who am I, Who am I?
My eyes, my ears, my peers; no difference, 5, 10, 15 to 30 years in prison.
Environmental voices in me, our life and death choices to be, anger and stress forcing me, Public
defender coercing me, my family and friends divorcing me.
Crying shame, born with crime in my veins, don't know my real name; can you feel this freedom campaign?
Who am I, Who am I?
No tears, no fear, "we cry truth", feeling the reality hell, "hurts", stealing our youth!
So if yu hear me hissing, don't judge, just listen: Momma didn't explain why my pops is missing.
Chaos my religion, characteristics, robbing/stealing, I'm just expressing my Hip-Hop feelings,
but still begging for a new beginning.
Who am I, Who am I?
Africa or England, of which do I claim "Mother Land"?
America The Beautiful, America The Great,
America, America, America, It's not too late.
Who am I? Who am I? I am You!
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Who Is She
When in the beginning, Affinity.
Like an exotic flower, she attracts my senses, such tantalizing beauty.
Her scent intoxicates me, a rare fragrance emanating from her petals.
The exquisite taste of her nectar, instant addiction.
She is that feeling induced by my favorite song, elation.
As with rays from the sun, her presence illuminates all within her sphere.
Hypnotic is the effect of her beauty, like a stunning array of rainbow colors.
To know her is to have a best friend and a lover, pure ecstasy.
When moved by her sensual touch, genuine passion is my reality.
United with her, I am whole, without her, I am melancholy.
She is not she, as in gender, although she is innocent as a girl, and feminine as a lady.
He is found in she, because her presence compasses the world.
She is all that came to mind while you read across these lines, a little bit of time.
She is who and what she is, and what she is not, she will never be. . .
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Deepest Friends & Lovers
I'm sure you have some friends who are dearer than me.
It's only because I am not yet free.
My loving will take you places where you really want to be.
The passion of mind, body, and soul, what a sight to see!
If only you could believe, the rest of our lives, joy, and peace.
The fullness of my feelings, a test that I must confess.
For if you knew, not much rest, all night long, you deserve the best!
Deprived of good loving and decades old fantasies, us two together, imagine the reality.
Maybe I'm old fashion, a dreamer, but when in your presence, I'm true believer. . .
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I Hear Her Crying
I hear her crying,
withholding her tears.
From the range of my ears, for many long years,
All those hard times and fears.
I know she is crying.
She doesn't want me to know
But the pain steady grows.
She thinks she is smart,
concealing the pain in her heart.
She is quietly suffering, her love is so strong.
Deep down inside, is she right, or is she wrong?
I hear her crying.
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Real Love
God knew my heart from the start, a new spiritual spark,
Real Love is her name, she's poetically smart, with a compassionate heart.
We care deep for the kids and perfecting this art.
Long distance within an instance, I hope she is consistent,
I'm sure that she knows that I'm very persistent.
I would be honored to till and cultivate her garden.
No offense intended, but if so, I sincerely beg your pardon.
Over the years I've been deprived and hardened.
Real Love
I'm ready to multiply into your division,
with my real life story and what I learned in prison.
Carefully detailed with a surgeon's precision.
Together with your vision and caring for God's children.
Hurricane minds to the 2nd power.
I'm ready to build a bridge or a tower.
My time is not based on hours.
It's a gift,
The ability to empower, rain down spiritual showers,
and delightful as the beauty of rare exotic flowers.
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I Beseech YOU
LORD,
MOTHER - FATHER
SUPREME,
CREATOR of all things,
seen and unseen.
What would I do without YOU or the ability to dream?
I believe that I need a stronger team,
If I must carry on the penal theme.
It remains to be seen -- the new scene.
My 2nd chance American Dream.
I Beseech YOU
Please change this plot,
and if it be your will, I prefer a new lot.
The penitentiary is hell and literally hot!
I don't mean to complain, but this is not the best place to remain sane,
and because of you, I'm not the same as when I came.
I've been doing the right things with much more to gain.
I prevailed while many were slain,
Therefore,
I close in YOUR NAME.
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I Beseech YOU
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Scriptures
From the antiquity of time and countless ages,
Souls of Saints and past renown Sages,
Wisdom preserved on the Poet's tablets and holy pages,
In scribed on the walls of tombs, pyramids, and penitentiary cages.
Scriptures
The United Unheard Voices,
We intend to enforce this:
By the decree of The Source, Divine Love We endorse,
One million plus minds we entrust, predisposed, not by force
Spiritually speaking, an ineffable choice.
Spoken words, the "Tools" we teach with,
Universal Mind, the power we reach with,
Grass roots is the style we preach with,
Fulfillment of prophecy is our mission for all to get with.
Scriptures
Give Us the mic, give Us the mic,
Let us engage this fight.
It's a struggle within, for all our kith and kin
Winners never quit, quitters never win
We have come to eradicate "Hip Hop's" sins!
Not so much so physical,
ignorance is the cage that historically captured your mental.
Some of your own fathers help to forcibly enslave you,
murder, rape, robbery, and mayhem too.
Exposing the youth to some ancient truth
While you hip hop imposters perpetrate in the booth!
Scriptures
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I Can Be
Imagination my dark room,
I'm quietly thinking,
developing, shaping, and making my destiny.
Visualizing in my mind, seeds of reality in time.
From the Source of eternity.
"Oh" what Glory!
It is shown to me!
I can see, I can see,
All that I want to be.
**Please note that prisoners cannot respond to e-mail via computer so if you want a response you must include your name and mailing address.
Inmates do not have access to internet or email.**
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