Hello. My name is Gregory Tate. I'm from Oakland, California. I'm seeking friends to correspond with and looking for contacts in the publishing industry.

I'm a writer and aspiring author. I have written over 500 poems, essays, short stories, thesis and six novels. I'm currently trying to find a publishing home. You can read some of my writing below.

I'm straight forward, I'm honest, filled with humor. I'm spontaneous and adventurous by nature.
I like to write, rad, study, play chess. I'm currently taking courses to earn an Associate of Arts degree in Business. My goals in life have enabled me to break the chains that hold me physically.
I did not post up a photo because I want people to write me for me. If desired I'll send a photo of myself. But I'm handsome, physically and mentally/spiritually fit.
I'm located in the San Fransisco Bay area. I seek only serious minded people. I'm trying to save my life and that is my goal.
I was convicted o robbery/murder on circumstantial evidence since the conviction a lot o misconduct has been exposed in my case.

Thank you

Gregory Tate H-68500
San Quentin State Prison
San Quentin, CA
94974
USA

I get deep from within my heart, where it bleeds out my sorrow, wondering if I'll be judged and put to death tomorrow. Tried, lied on, wrongly convicted by the media, and jurors who weren’t of my peers, so they won't try and can't understand, fighting for rights, justice and equal opportunity is the struggle of the black man. On this deadly voyage (a reincarnation of the Trans Atlantic Slave trade disguised as a Justice System) I’ll travel alone, to reclaim my kingdom on the African throne.

My shield and spear, demolishes and fear, sharp and strong, made of steel. The beats of the drums are my heart beat and will.

My will to survive this system allows my spirit to have no mercy in this war; I’ll destroy my oppressors and aggressors like they destroyed my ancestors.

Strength, beauty, veracity, spirit and struggle, compelling myself not to hesitate when its time to juggle.

The balance of life or death, pressure from being held captive all these years have made me a sacred diamond of wealth.

I’ll approach this battle slowly with caution, like a black panther stalking prey; I see the vultures and hyenas lying in the wait. But I can’t or won't make any mistakes.

I am on the move, like a train with no breaks.

I am in the belly of the United Snakes beast, it’s dark and cold down here, with no fire, I must serve this knowledge on the raw.

Using my third eye, and street smarts of an out law.

Making my markings from the warrior within, my journey and struggle is the life in its realist manifestation of all Afrikans.

By Camara
AKA Gregory Tate

Excerpt from "Hard Knocks old school" by Camara

I have legs, but cannot run far.
I have eyes, but cannot see the sunrise or set.
I have ears, but cannot hear the sounds of children playing and laughing.
I have a nose, but cannot smell the trees, fruit, freshly cut lawns or a gardenia in a woman’s hair.
I have arms, but cannot embrace what I desire to touch.
I have a heart, but it is filled with sorrow, yearning to be free.
I have a rage so strong, yet loving and tender.
I have a love as intense like the infernal of hell, yet it’s restrained for there’s no one to share it with.
I have dreams, visions, and expectations that are so remote to the realities of this poem.
All these and more I have, but I still remain Immobilized on death row.

In my cell of solitude, time permits life and pleasant thoughts, compels me to express a feeling deeply felt for a lady whose presence I’ve briefly embraced, for a moment.

Mystery lady, your beauty and poise have been engraved in my memory, yet you remain a mystery to my heart. I pray to be beside you and hold you in my arms. I yearn for the tender touch of your hands on my body and mine caressing your body in return. I want to see the joy of our togetherness in the sparkles of your eyes. Every place on your shapely body I am permitted to touch, I’ll smother with passionate kisses until you scream and smile with bliss!

Forgive my forwardness, it is the only way I can be, I can't help myself besides it's my fantasy. And I have loved and made love to you in every position known to man, and still I hunger with desire for you. The need burns within me to express this love with your permission. The union of our being will siege time and we’ll lose ourselves in each others passion until total ecstasy takes us to our final climax, my life will pore into your life, my spirit will touch your spirit and unite our souls, as we emerge in a liquid sea of love. For you and I to attain anything less my short comings, for allowing this fantasy to end.

Mystery lady, if by chance we meet again and you are with someone else I hope he will find peace in his heart to forgive me for wanting and loving you as I did. I told you, I can’t help myself ! Bedsides, you are my fantasy!

Some fantasies become reality!