The mind, a dormant stone

I can't do what my Daddy did, making ends meet from Swap Meet fortunes. I can't do what my Daddy did, start a job at 15, work into it as an adult give in to it for 30 more years to retire to the white picket dream. I can't do what my Daddy did, save-a-way, with each penny earned, each cent nimbly tucked away for the "rainy day". I can't do what my Daddy did, how he helped me with my young goals, set sights on education. No, I can't do what my Daddy did, give in to a structure of economy that took care of him and his family and his sisters and mother a father in the VA... live to see another day... of the Dream. of the American reputation that was printed for all to see in the books of history -- now a mere scrapbook of Uncle Sams glory days. - Jessica M.Wilson 2/28/14 Friday, 11:15am

I'm in the Indi Poetry Challenge this month! All votes count! Help me place #1! Old City Glamour is my homage to the city of my birth, Los Angeles, CA. Inspired by the architecture of the Alexandria Hotel. Alright!! I am up and up here... Can we get over 100 votes today? hehe only 1 and a half days left! Eep! http://indi.com/episode/07d0523d-ef11-47f3-866d-17bef5ddefa7

The Children We are all the sons and daughters of indigenous. Oh, you didn’t know? Well, it’s not your fault. Don’t blame your ancestors. They fought hard, believe me. Wouldn’t you have fought to keep your home? Well they fought, but the other team won. They won with their weapons and their masses. Won with bullets piercing soft skin a shower of assault upon peaceful lands. The settlers settle for the land we were bore from. The conquerors kill the people applying their own rules: Irrigation Violation No justification We are the sons and daughters of indigenous blood. Don’t blame our ancestors who didn’t understand the words only saw the swords, the bayonets, the forces, of the other army. We are all casualties of war. -           Jessica M. Wilson Dineh daughter. Alive. 1/30/14, Thursday 1pm

The Mother. She needs us, but more importantly,  we NEED her! 

Happy day to you all! I have submitted my poem, "Old City Glamour", into the Indi.com poetry challenge! Please take a listen and if you dig it, vote vote vote for it and share it along! I appreciate your support Hope you dig this piece! This is my homage to Los Angeles! LA WOMAN, right here! http://indi.com/t/3004C8EA #poetry #contest #losangeles

People hear me people hear me! My band, Alburquenque, with the one and only Nelson Alburquenque, Billy Alfonso Rodriguez, Faith Crowley, and myself, will be playing LIVE on the radio tonight! Tune into KSBX! SoapBox Radio, TONIGHT!, hosted by Jason Brain http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ksbx/2014/01/14/ksbx-radio-soapbox-s2-e2-music-above-and-beyond-featuring-guest-alburquenque Hope you tune in!

In one month, I get to marry the most loving person I've ever met in my lifetime! Juan Adrian Cardenas, thank you for loving me.   Te amo! I have been in bliss ever since I've met him...and I can't believe how well I could ever get along with another human being. This is a wonderful gift, and I hope all of humanity gets the opportunity to experience this. Dreams come true. You must NEVER give up on yourself. You must also believe that you are WORTH every bit of happiness. You must cherish YOURSELF first before you find true love... True Love Never Diez... :) Love for yourself is really the primary thing...do what you love, be who you want to be... and your energy will exude into the ether...sending out pheromones, this is the attraction. Be yourself... you ARE the attraction. It's so possible, just never give up...that is my advice. Not sure if anyone asked, but I had to write this down. This is the path I've taken, which has led me to Juan. Led ...