POETRY POETRY
By Spoon Jackson

A brush dipping into a hot spring
Painting pictures
Of the unconscious
Bringing forth ancient elixir
Colled waters, golden words,
Words beyond thoughts once dormant
In their aboriginal form
Now spawning in the caverns and canyons
Of the Psyche
Poetry, poetry, the robust tail of memory
With a heavy mane.

Ms. Dickinson sat alone in her room in her wicker chair by the window. Whenever she wanted to leave -- whenever she wanted to write a poem -- she stepped into her own world of poetry and love. She stepped naked into her soul, her being, and brought back bits and pieces, poems that were whole psychically.

How to read poetry? Read it with your eyes closed and body open. Let the poem seep naked into the soul like raindrops into dark rich soil. Ancient years ago, before the age of reading, poems weren’t passed on paper, but were sung and told by traveling bards. If the poems withstood the ear test, they lasted.

One must let go of the mind and listen to the lines, the poetry, the wind. How to read a poem with your head blown off? Let go of the mind’s robotic thoughts. Listen with ancient ears to the soul’s song. Listen as one does to a lovely sunset and what’s heard under chirping birds. Don’t ponder a poem with the mind-phone on unless you are seeking form and meter, the outer surface of the poem.

Read poetry with the soul’s mind and body open, listen with the soul’s ears to the waves of rhythm and sound. Read without thinking, without syntax, grammar, and punctuation. Read without preconceived notions of mystic and mystery, without expectation.

Read poetry without thinking, to find what Emily Dickinson craved: a poem that blows the top of your head off. This way you allow the poem to start and simmer at your soles and toes, trickle up and touch your heart that does not beat or pump blood, and echo throughout your being.

Spoon Jackson

Awaken
by Ted "Wizdom" Snider

Threatened, Attacked while the camera's rollin'
Restrained, Beaten, even while recordin'
Detained, Arrested without an explanation.

Why won't you tell me why you are here?
Where are you taking me? Why over there?

I live by myself, do you not hear me?
I am alone. Why won't you believe me?

Shackled, Bleedin', surrounded by the accusers.
Just cooperate and this'll go easier.

Denied an ear. Now they won't hear me.
No one to hear me. No one'll believe me.

I didn't do it, do you hear?
I didn't do it. They don't care.

Just cooperate and make this easy.
Just cooperate? No one believes me.

Why? The Law says so; because the Law says No.
The Law says So  The Law says No
The Law says So  The Law says No

Incarcerated now, given an ear
Someone to hear me. Someone to believe me.

There's been a mistake. I didn't do it.
Stop. I've heard that before. Just say you knew it.

Why? The Law says so; because the Law says No.
The Law says So  The Law says No
The Law says So  The Law says No

No contacts. No connections. No numbers.
to my outside world. No numbers
to my outside girl. No numbers
to my outside circle.

Now they tell me my life is theirs to do as they please
No longer is my life to me, my existence as it once was
is no longer as it once was, no longer am I as I once
was, I am to be what the law makes me.
We will see  we will see  what the Law makes me.

Threatened,  Attacked while the camera's rollin'
Restrained,  Beaten even while recordin'
Detained,  Arrested without an explanation

Why? The Law says so; because the Law says No
The Law says So  The Law says No
The Law says So  The Law says No.

Ted “Wizdom” Snider