I like to say Happy New Year to those of you who celebrate the new years on January first. Although, I was accustomed to partying that day too--hell I probably still would dance on that day. But the real celebration of a new year is in spring. Which is the time of the year for new beginnings and of hope and peace and love. When wonderful scents fill the air.
Spring dew march the sun coming heavy
off winter glaring on the once sleeping meadow
Thus I'll be wishing you all a Happy New Year again come march. I'll
enclose a poem in this letter that I recently wrote for my mentor and Big Sis. Judith Tannenbaum. I sent the poem to her a couple of weeks ago. But I don't know if she likes it yet. I also want to let you know that Judith has a wonderful book written called "Disguised As a Poem" I would recommend it to people of realness.
I am still raw at this monthly letter writing,but,I like it and hope people
can find in it each month something to ponder, something to relate to or is inspirational. My pen,soul and heart almost never tire,and there is always so much love and realness to share in this universe.
Remember to send your realness thoughts,vibes and feelings of love and peace and positive growth to off-set the war mongers and makers sitting at the head of some countries--war makers so sick they want to bring the whole world down with them.
We must not allow the war makers to control the universal air ways too!
SAG
1.
How do I hold my temper
keeping my grace
and not become bitter
stuck in this infamous place
I remember even at seven
I dreamed of a better place
a better race
than the human race
Stuck in this infamous place
without a trace
only a history of misery
and indentured slavery
I pledge no allegiance
to this flag
and free,
I let my pants sag
2.
I am the little black
boy's soul
taken from it's mothers
bosom and sold
While the old ones still
linked to Africa kill
the white ones with their head
down and eyes closed
Stuck in this infamous place
without a trace
only a history of misery
and indentured slavery
I pledge no allegiance
to this flag
and free,
I let my pants sag
3.
I am John Lennon who spoke
of one race
and of one place
I am Mother Teresa,who came to death row
Unafraid of any gunner
I am Martin Luther King
shot down on the balcony
in the mids of his dream
I am Malcolm X betrayed
by the beastly and burnt
surreptitiously
stuck in this infamous place
Without a trace
only a history of misery
and indentured slavery
I pledge no allegiance
to this flag
and free,
I let my pants sag
4.
I am the one not mentioned
in your constitution as human
not allowed to vote
until it made no difference
JOB is just a 2003 year
old metaphor
the true warrior was a slave
and John Brown the true
hero of the brave.
I am Emmit Teal, hung
from an old beautiful
southern willow tree
Stuck in this infamous place
without a trace
only a history of misery
and indentured slavery
I pledge no allegiance
to this flag
and free,
I let my pants sag
Copyright 2002 Spoon Jackson
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NEWS:
LEGALLY: right now there is nothing happening because I still don't have a lawyer , or the funding for one.
BOOK: my self biography: I am adding one more dimension or layer to my book called " ONE FOOT IN DARKNESS / ONE FOOT IN LIGHT ".
DAILY EVENTS:
We are on lockdown here at p.v.s.p and have been for a couple of weeks now. Which means we cannot leave the cells all day and we get showers every three days if we are fortunate. So I am staying busy , reading and writing and pondering.
I want to mention again how important it is that we must keep flowing a
thought, a soul, a heart revolution; Thoughts are the most powerful vibes
in the universe ( only yesterday a fool was talking about NUking people--if
we could take those heads of states who want to fight and pit them against
each other on an island, we would see what they are made of). Thoughts are the most powerful vibes in the universe, and therefore , we must keep the love and realness thoughts flowing. It is a battle for sure, but, it is a
thought battle. A battle of war against killing love, freedom, growth and
independent thinking. So do give at least two or three minutes of
sending out realness thoughts each day. The world is not coming to an end
unless we all think it is. Don't allow war monger heads of states to set the stage. Take back the thought airways.
BIRD STUFF:
The birds I know are mad at me today because it has been weeks since I fed
them because of this lockdown. No chance to feed the little fellows. I hope
they know I wanted too, and that I will again some day.
POEM:
For Judith Tannenbaum
AUTUMN
is like that judith
it makes the heart sore
and the leaves fall
in batches
Sometimes in pairs
sometimes just one
on barren ground or
ground full of sweet grasses
Blocking the sun
looking like rainbow
that's fallen to earth
that's how it is in autumn
You know it stores life
until spring
it makes the elk
trumpet before the snowy
Winter lull
it makes the heart cold
than warm before it falls into slumber
CLOSING THOUGHTS:
I am open to ideas and thoughts by people. May joy bloom like an untouched forest in your souls! Keep glowing and growing! Keep sharing realness, peace and love.
Keep walking in your own shoes.
I feel you and stay real.
Spoon
