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Steven Nicholson

Hello again, this is Steven Lynn Nicholson in Jackson, Michigan. I did not mean for that to rhyme, but it did. As always, thank you for listening to prisonradio.org. Support them. They’re great people. All the help that’s given can be used for a good cause. 

So, got two poems for you today. This is called “A Wrinkle in Time.” The first poem, “A Wrinkle in Time.”

There was a crinkle,
Sprinkled into the fabric of time.
NASA has validated a worldwide eclipse
From an estimated two thousand and twenty five years ago.
This ain’t no hustle.
Don’t doubt my flow.
Google will let you know.
So go, do the research.
It won’t hurt.
The only cost is some of your time.
Dare I say, A Wrinkle in Time?
Make that sacrifice to learn
Of the ultimate sacrifice that gives eternal life.
The Creator is an innovator.
Do you think he plans to leave you stuck in Earth’s incubator?
No. We are created for greater
Than our mortal comprehension can understand.
So, I’ll stand on this platform of love
And never be a part of hate producing hate,
Like Malcolm X did state,
When he became sickened by a state of hate
Perpetrated upon him,
And when he warned us
As he learned love for all of us, human beings.
And that’s a theme founded by Jesus
When he died for all of humanity.
His death on that cross stopped time,
Blocked the sun
To regenerate a chance for us all
To return to the place we come from.
I’m done, one love. 

Poem number two, it’s called “First Memory For A Progeny.”

What is the first memory I want to install in a new being?
Love, fun, fear, and final destination?
Start at the peak of the highest roller coaster,
Look around,
Embrace the face of peace,
Be a brave little toaster.
Just a nudge from the nest,
And we’re down the tracks in a flash,
Fear and exhilaration.
This is life, my chosen one,
And I’ll always be here and never run,
And not leave you stuck as the car slows on the tracks.
We made it, but, we are not done.
What’s next is a mystery,
But we can handle it,
As we create new and great history.

That’s it, poem two.

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