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There's a Poet in my Bed

There's a Poet in my bed, he dreams color inverted pyramids carouseling around his fingertips. thumb rings and sticky nails -- hands in the honey all the time. There's a Poet in my bed, he's verging hallucination, pulling sand dollars from my pockets. Poet in my bed strumming love on his soul... embers of red green, yellow flicker together turning eyes toes into bedside lullabies. ~ Jessica M. Wilson ( jac)

Giving a reading with Julio the Conga Poet!

This was taken by Poet, Actor, awesome fella, Sean Hill! :) Julio and I co-hosted the early Writer Wednesday series at the Republic of Pie! Above: Reading from Joe Gardner's poem "An Open Letter to Anyone Who Will Listen"

A film by Jim Morrison

One of Jim's films... definitely worth watching!

The call for Change! 100 Thousand deep all over the world!

    Jessica Wilson hosts two events for 100 TPC:   9/28/2013 :  Global 100 Thousand Poets/Musicians for Change Day at Beyond Baroque, 681 Venice Blvd. Venice, CA *This event will be focused more on Poetry for Change *   9/29/2013 : 100 Thousand Poets/Musicians for Change, North Hollywood (The NoHo Salon) at Bob's Espresso Bar, 5251 Lankershim Blvd. North Hollywood, CA   *This event will be focused more on Music for Change*   ORGANIZER: Jessica Wilson   CONTACT: venicesoapboxpoets@gmail.com Organizers for Los Angeles 100 TPC and TMC with Founders Terri Carrion and Michael Rothenberg 100 Thousand Poets for Change – Day September 28, 2013 Celebrating and spreading the word for change. It is the embodiment of our hearts, our minds, fused with spirit to see change in the things of the world. Our current world is pained…this is an opportunity to join as one collective voice around the world that acknowledges that pain, knows it’s time to heal, an

Happy Birthday, Bob Dylan!

I felt like belting this one out :) dedicated to Antny Jones, and to you, Bob! love love love Bob Dylan and The Counting Crows! xo! and...to the singers of Mr. Jones: i can't wait to see you!

Still Remains

this is one of the most beautiful songs by Stone Temple Pilots ! tell me, what do you think it means?    "Still Remains" our bed we live, our bed we sleep making love and I become you flesh is warm with naked feet stabbing thorns and you become me oh, I'd beg for you. Oh, you know I'll beg for you. pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine take a bath, I'll drink the water that you leave if you should die before me ask if you can bring a friend pick a flower, hold your breath and drift away... she holds my hand we share a laugh, slipping orange blossom breezes love is still and sweat remains a cherished gift unselfish feeling... oh, I'd beg for you. Oh, you know I'll beg for you. pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine take a bath, I'll drink the water that you leave if you should die before me ask if you can bring a friend pick a flower, hold your b

A Song of Consciousness

i must learn to remember you when gravity is through with me, your eyes will pull me in. i must learn to remember you golden aura beaming -- plucking at the strays on my neck i must learn to remember you. the howls echo in a moment's time forgiving the empty walls, hunger of love -- empty. i must learn to remember you... till i fade, oldness. similarity to all and to no one; they've been discounted. gods heal to know they're remembered men heal to know they are loved. and i must learn to remember you. ~ jessica m. wilson

The Swirl

i water my roots with your sorrow; no band-aid could ever stick to the honey dripping from my legs.  -- you stumbled into my pool i caught you, but it doesn't mean i'll hold you forever. we're objects in motion we'll stay in motion until bellies fill on our roots taper off into ash a nothingness to remember. ~ jessica m. wilson 5/24/13 a mind swirled

Morning wisdom...

I like to high five plants as I walk by. Want to say "good job! Thanks for keeping me alive!" (Give and take in this balance) ... Isn't that what it always is? One more thing; Don't follow a sexy ass Blindly Because if you step off that curb, You just might die. [true story]

Springfall...

Spring poem spoken by Poet, Jessica M. Wilson ...

Catch the Magic at Writer Wednesdays!

Each Wednesday, sparks of souls shine brightly at Bob's Espresso Bar for Writer Wednesdays! The sense of community dawning and experiencing the creative passions from our words is so freeing! SoapBox Poets loans its channel to Writer Wednesdays to capture some of this magic! Please check out our video bar and see for yourself! Also, don't be shy -- listen to your soul and come on down to join us! 7-9pm each Wednesday -- all creative work is welcome! 5251 Lankershim Blvd. North Hollywood, CA 91604 SoapBox Poets YouTube Channel:  http://www.youtube.com/user/SoapBoxPoetry?feature=watch The beautiful voice of Dorian Baucum ! Poet, Carma Bum, and my personal IDOL ;) S.A. Griffin Cantus performing Dolce Rio!  Poet Laureate of North Hollywood, and Co-Host of Writer Wednesdays,  Radomir V. Luza ! A very cool jam -- he had just gotten to the US from India ...really! He was awesome! What are you holding back? Release it here! Writer Wednesdays! Bob'

A Sad Note: Goodbye, Ray Manzarek

Ray Manzarek (1939 -2013) breaks on through... today. My friend James said, he has "left for spirit", and I knew what that meant, but was in denial. I am so sorry to lose one of my idols...one that collectively inspires me to stay true to my own beat. He was an artist and a mentor... A real Musician with immense poise and concentration -- a magical ear fingertips so light and nimble to dance around the keys like a pure genius -- which he was. I'm so honored to have even met him...It was Doors Fest 2002... He was so nice, smiling...said he liked my shirt (which was a worker shirt with a Jim Morrison (1943-1971) patch) The one regret I have is not taking a picture with him. He signed my box set and was genuinely happy to interact with his fans. blessings... I even saw him at the Egyptian Theater in celebration of the 50 Year Anniversary for LA Woman. :) He was there...as was Robbie. Of course you recognize when people age...but he seemed to be on hi

Morning Resuscitation

Today, there was a man on the train he was dipped in dapper and  dabbed a bit shabby, he was whole. a cane held him up. as the train jolted, he'd zig, but his feet held firm. He asked if we knew the most incredible entertainer in all the world. Dead eyes... silence, ears plugged with electronics sound escaping. He said, "Sammy Davis Jr." and began to sing "I got to be me...what else can I be but what I am...",  with each note  dragged into a deep cantos... He'd hum one note for seconds, a deep powerful growl and certainty. He was certain. ) When life seems that it no longer reflects what you aim to see in yourself in your love in your world that it does matter the words knock you on your head... "I gotta be me..." why would anyone want to live only partially alive? ( After he belted out the song without apology of invading spaces eyeballing faces with tears of acknowledgement, this is truth...  we clapped. I

Mission

Swarming in my head The intelligent one... His head held in light Eyes open to change Dreaming peace into its keepers Seeping like a current through thick mortar. Brick heavy, curious sweat...  The good sweat to wear proud. ~ Jessica M. Wilson

The path of absorption

I toast the moon to my drink And know how vast the liveliness grows. (Hidden succulent.) I can bring ivory from the rain...  Blow the gold coast into dozens if spindles rocket and mast profusely, to safe harbor. I always place sights on genitals To see if  I could get them to talking. Just unbelievable once they come. Sincerely Yours.

Smoke Rings

Smoke Rings for JAC hummingbirds lead my lover in closer to greet me; head knelt in lullaby,  holding a smile in his hands.  they hold me in closer to enjoy the speed of his heart -- marked up with chalk, held together with clips. the music of his soul twirls into me, lavender-soaked mouth to caress the sounds of his melody, now perched in my ear, like a gentle tea cup warmly stirring inside my mind. i let my eyes roll to feed the channel -- connectivity is the closest  we'll ever see ourselves  inside the other ~ Jessica M. Wilson

Happy Mothers' Day! Come Celebrate with SoapBox Poets!

Join the SoapBox Poets as we celebrate Mothers' Day and the spoken word with our feature, Antonieta Villamil! Please step up to the mic with your pieces celebrating all Mothers, Divine and in flesh, and the good Mother we all inhabit. Antonieta Villamil is an internationally recognized award winning bilingual poet, editor, translator and cultural promoter, inspired in Hölderlin’s axiom: “THE POETS FOUND THAT WHICH PERSISTS”. Antonieta Villamil sings her poetry and delivers a strong social conscious messag e. Her poetry has been published in anthologies alongside poets like Amiri Baraka, Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Jack Hirschman. Visit her website:  http:// antonietavillamil.blogspot. com/ *** Poetry Gear will also be available for purchase during the event. We accept cash and credit cards. *** Poetry Gear:  https://www.facebook.com/ pages/Poetry-Gear/ 127685234072076?fref=ts RSVP for Open Mic in advance at venicesoapboxpoets@gmail.c om, or RSVP here with a note that you'd lik

Left Behind

Left behind. Such a scary theory, a reality of neglect. One day           people will uncover those left behind, and make them family. Jessica M. Wilson

Writer Wednesdays at Bob's Espresso Bar in North Hollywood... meeting my community

Wednesday's have transformed into a night of creative collage; combing the sounds and words churning from within in our community. They are sounds of light and dark -- deliberate,  interpreted into different colors and seasons.  These are seeds of soul, shared to connect likeness and enjoy in appreciation. Here are some plucked out of the nowness, left for you all to ponder. We hope to see you come again and again... Stop by Writer Wednesday's at Bob's Espresso Bar in North Hollywood. You won't be a stranger. 7-9pm Cantus performing music from their soul Joe and Juan Dorian sending us a beautiful message...

:: break ::

beautiful transitions slip from my shoulders. ahead, i see flowers blooming bells held full for hummingbird bellies. squirrels curl their tails above their noses curiously seeking an extra nibble for their troubles. sighs draw in from my eyes escape through my mouth; they water at the blankness of new, churn for the day of old. when was the last time you felt a belonging to the earth? faces scatter to blanket the galaxy; puzzling glances know they're not alone. hands held open to new energy, the hummingbirds close in the distance sweeten the palm -- a balance created in season. ~ Jessica M. Wilson

Proudly wearing 100TPC - Free Ajami!

Poet, Jessica M. Wilson on Santa Monica Pier - CA, 2013

The Killers

They inspire life... In fact, it's like their music kills the negative and frees your spirit so you can live on in peace. That's what they did for me. Last night's show at the Los Angeles Sports Arena elevated me. It showed me how deeply this band and their music impacted my life. It's almost like they raised me to a certain point of life, and now need to leave me on my own....to grow.  I cried a lot... unsure about saying goodbye. I wonder if they even know what type of effect they implant into people with their music. They are glorious! They played a long set and I had a good seat, "Arena Risers"....comfortable. They played " Bling, confessions of a king ". This is the song of a champion who wants to help people... Facing foes and fears. This was my own battle song in 2007, as I drove up the mountain, leaving the city for the desert, to the other side to save my parents...from their poverty, loneliness, disconnection from

Getting Serious with Radomir Vojtech Luza

Los Angeles Poet Spotlight April 30, 2013 Getting Serious with Radomir Vojtech Luza Interviewed by  Jessica M. Wilson It is highly likely that Radomir Vojtech Luza and I live about 5 minutes away from each other. We frequent the same coffee shops, walk and drive up the same Lankershim Blvd., and have an incredible passion for poetry and the poetic. He is the recently named Poet Laureate of North Hollywood , and he's earned it. Having served and currently serving as President of the NoHo West Neighborhood Council , and a member of the Mid-Town NoHo Neighborhood Council , Radomir continues to contribute an honest and determined voice, representing his community. He's hosted NoHo’s longest running spoken word/open mic show, for 31 months, called UNBUCKLED: NoHo POETRY alongside his good friend and Poet, Mary Anneeta Mann . His honesty and compassion have served him well. I dared to pry and find out where all this came from...   JW: Thank you for sha