Hey, everybody, it’s Steven again here in Jackson, Michigan. As always, you know, support prisonradio.org. They’re great. They’re awesome. They’re doing things that are just mind-blowing. Support them. Support PCAP, Prison Creative Arts Program, from the University of Michigan; awesome people like Ashley Lucas, shout ’em out.; Brynn, friends like Leah, and Shravia. They’re great people, love ’em.
This first thing is like a, like a spoken editorial, little different than a poem, but it’s called “Dear Grasping for More in Life.”
If all of your activities that you use to fill your time with are leaving you still feeling unfulfilled, well have you ever wondered why? There was a life for you outside of this one here on Earth. We are all supposed to be working towards building up our futures for that life. So often times our daily time fillers are not enough to bring us happiness. See, happiness comes and goes. It can make you feel bipolar always seeking it. You know what I mean? So what is the remedy? We must obtain joy. Obtaining joy in doing things in our lives that help build up our stock for our future lives go hand-in-hand. Take philanthropists for example. They give freely, yet responsibly, so they are never in need and always being blessed in return for blessing others. Now they do receive monetary blessings on Earth, but also are building up treasure if they ever make it to their future lives.
There was a guy who tried to save a bunch of ants that was supposed to be destroyed, but couldn’t speak to them. He was a scientist, so he figured out how to shrink himself and tell the ants. When he did, not many ants believed him and they killed him. Those who did were able to be saved from the impending doom. Jesus did the same thing for us all. And when you give and sacrifice like he did, you receive that joy and the ability to stack them eternal chips, and you too can be saved. —
So, a little spoken word editorial, little something different. This next one’s called “Broken Promises.” Just reminded me of a lot of things, like all the way back to when my dad, who recently passed away October 2. Rest in peace, Dad. Thomas Owen Nicholson. He actually committed suicide —so just, you know, keep me in prayer. This just kind of stemmed from him and then I took it to other reminiscent moments of my life.
Broken Promises
No, you can’t go roller skating,
You’re grounded.
But you promised!
Where’s the loyalty?
Dad, where are you?
Son, I can’t take it.
But you promised!
Where’s the loyalty?
Ten months in the county.
You were ride or die for me.
Now you’re like a mystery,
When you said you would be there for me.
And yeah, you promised.
Where’s the loyalty?
Best friends from ten months old,
Now I’m doing life without parole.
Bro, where’d you go?
I guess I assumed you promised.
Where’s the loyalty?
I give my all to see you succeed,
To see you pleased
No matter what it costs me.
And that’s my mindset for anybody.
But I failed my progeny.
And yeah, I promised.
Where’s the loyalty?
But Jesus can fix all of these.
Believe.
He promised.
Test this theory.
Now I know where is the loyalty.
And what’s crazy is I wrote this poem probably seven years ago and my dad recently passed. This last one is called “Motivation.” It’s from a game we play in Prisoner Creative Arts Program through University of Michigan; a game called Taboo, where we’re supposed to throw hints out there and try to get a person to guess what it is without telling ’em what it is.
Motivation
I break through walls of stagnation.
I will the body to finish the last set.
Mass, rep, concentration,
If you lack concentration.
Concentration on me will keep you graduating.
Displaying positivity through incarceration
Keeps prisoners relevant.
That’s true elevation.
Kelly Rowland keep you going
When she flowing about me.
Anticipation.
That’s motivation.
That’s just a little game we play where we throw the hints out there and try to get a person to guess what you’re talking about. But that’s it for today. Thank you guys.
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