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My dear friend Jasen was murdered by the State of Texas this past week. I had known Jasen, well I’ve always called him Buzz, for almost 7 years. When we were at Ellis Unit we were extremely close friends and shared a lot of good and bad times together. He was a small string-bean built little dude, but he had a huge heart. If asked, he would give you the shirt off his back, than smile at you and flex his bony chest and give you his best grin!!! Damn, I’m gonna miss him. Sad thing is I have not even seen Buzz in the past year or so. The Isolationed Environment limits who, what, when, where and why you have contact with someone. I wasn’t even able to get a legal visit granted with him to say “goodbye,†to talk about the “bad ole days,†to tell him I’m praying for him and his family, or to just listen to what he wanted or needed to get off his chest. No, here at the Polunsky Concentration Camp, they move you anywhere from 6 months prior to your “State Sanctioned Murder Date,†(i.e. Premeditated Murder) to “DEATH WATCH.†Nice, Eh? DEATH WATCH HAS 14 CELLS IN THE SECTION, SO FOR SIX MONTHS AS YOU WAIT TO DIE, YOU GET TO WATCH OTHER PRISONERS, SOME YOU’VE KNOW FOR 5,10, 15, 20 YEARS LEAVE THEIR CELLS AND NEVER COME BACK. OH, DON’T WORRY THE CELL WON’T BE EMPTY LONG. I’m sorry I digress.
Buzz, my friend, I already miss you terribly. I’m glad you had that wonderful woman whom you loved to make your last stretch in this hellhole little softer and full of love. Buzz, you have become another Ghost hanging in my trees.
Struggling to Survive,
Rich M. Cartwright
GHOST TREES
The leaves have withered up
and the oak becomes petrified.
Eyes now become stone
and my body a bit terrified.
I see weary faces
that appear to me spontaneously.
Everyday I know I’ll be visited
by your valuable memory.
In the corner of my eyes
I can see you in the shadows
and as the wind hits my ears
I can hear you whispers, so shallow.
You watch my every step.
Your cold glares turn me into a victim
Invading my mind with our own Texas Holocaust
I wish I couldn’t….but I’ll always remember
I’ve got Ghosts hanging from my trees
That give me serious looks.
They penetrate my soul (politicians)
and make me remember what “they†took
the families that now suffer,
the friends that stood by my side.
Precious lives that deserve to be spared
consumed by the KILLING MACHINE.
The spirits that were lost
haunt my mind everyday
invading my dreams and thoughts for a resting place.
I never miss what they have to say
as I look out my window to see a sign of hope.
I see no blooming leaves.
The only thing I see
is Ghosts Hanging from My Trees.
By Richard M. Cartwright - August 29, 2004
When 6:00 p.m. rolled around on Wednesday, August 28, 2004, I cried. I knew what was about to happen and it did. I was hoping I was wrong, but Jasen Busby is no longer with us. Jasen Busby, 28, was pronounced dead at 6:20 p.m.
"Try no to be too distraught over my situation, plase. You don't and won't know why or how or any of why this sorryness is taking place. Just like I would not have thought I'd see so much light by coming to this dark place, one can never know what good will spring forth. But it will be good."
Sincerely,
Jasen"
