The Climbers

The Jacob's Ladder Climbers are all unique and very special people. They have their own distinct voices and personality, and this area is where you can experience their voices.

Strange Fruit
I must be different
I think to myself
Do I think more than everyone else
Cuz I wanna know
For they go away from here, this
Place a jail cell, a mini-version of hell
Everyday I see the devil’s tail
Why don’t nobody ever really get out
Cuz I wanna to escape this mental slavery
this entrapment mentality
This bonked up reality
Well I have a personality
For I’m a strange fruit
Who must escape in search
Of a new reality and mentality.
For I’m a strange fruit of
Southern trees, abated my
Reality be; it ain’t good
Enough for me.

– S. Beckett

Her Death
I wake up in the morning…
I feel
Loved …
Warm …
Comfortable -
I go to the
Living Room
I see waterfalls
In his eyes -
He whispers like
The wind
Then,
His wind gives
Me a chill up my
Spine -
The next day
We are at the cemetary
I thought to myself.
It had to be my mother
Now I think
If God needs my
Mother up in heaven
He is not perfect.
What is his excuse?

- T. Winstead