Love on hold
Hate on told
Appreciation with hesitation
Please give me your divided attention
I am hated by many
To some people that might sound uncanny
I consider myself avoid
Bitterness in people’s heart with no joy
I did nothing wrong
I feel within the world I don’t belong
But I have flavor being God’s create
In his eyes, I am his appreciate
My name should be called Shame
People want me to be the blame
Cherish me while I am alive
Through Mercy and Grace is how I survive
Death will strike me one day
Tomorrow is not promised
But your hate of me is not honest
No matter what I say or how I say will still muster your continuous hate
I am human and deserve respect
Love and Joy should have enduring effect
I am the sea to the shore
Standing like a lighthouse with your hate I shall ignore
Your truly hate me within your heart
I have no forgiveness to your hate
I live on appreciate
You can hate me now until
My heart is genuine and kind
Your hate is relished on confusion and sublime
Forgive me
No matter what, my world will continue to revolve
I got my own problems to solve
I am bold with God’s threshold
Hate has no place
Your hate of me is deleted and erased
You are not the better world
There’s a place above that makes hearts swirl
Hate metrics on call
I have seen and conquered all

It was an Arizona Sunrise
A new day to recognize
It was a Greyhound bus pulling into a Terminal bus stop
Passengers felt alerted and confused
Suddenly winds began to blow
Tumbleweed surfacing in moving and it they weren’t slow
Shutters were hitting what looked like deserted homes
It was a town that was all alone
The Arizona winds blew hard and strong
Passengers on the Greyhound bus felt the bus should move along
A new passenger stepped aboard
He had a Spanish accent
The Mighty winds continued to blow
The Greyhound bus finally pulled out
Destination being Los Angeles
A Ghost town that will always be remembered
Thoughts even through slumbered
Winds surrounding a Greyhound bus stop being an Old Rusted once Gas Station
There’s your presentation
The wind that caught everyone’s attention
Journey wind unknown
Mystery full blown
Ghost town from when
The story that comes to an end.

Run Turkey Run
Don’t even go on a prowl
Turkey knife
No cut
No Cook
No seasoning
This Turkey is running for its very life
I am not stopping to see the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade
This is living that needs to be made
No stuffing
No eating from this turkey, and if you are disappointed, tough
Enough is Enough
If meat is what you want, try duck
I will not be plucked
You are out of luck
I am running as far as I can go
When I become breathless, I will move slow
For now, I am on deadline time and all systems go
Eventually, my turkey legs will thump me for a ride by way of hitchhike
Being a Turkey, I am expected to be polite
I am in a plight
Turkey run on never to be done
I want to live among
I am running anywhere from any oven
I will never be an outdoor cook out
Speedily and Steadily heading about
Give yourselves thanks
This turkey is on the move
No catch me if you can
This Turkey is never on when
What meat will you serve that will be something for you to prove
I am on sooth
Happy Thanksgiving and Turkey legs just move

Several stars in the night
They were shining bright
A child made a wish
He waved to them a kiss
Held several dreams
Embarking like moving streams
The child wished for a Toy Robot of his own
Too a parent might find that a bit blown
But that is what the child’s dream being shown
There were many other wishes
Yet too many to mention here
The child even prayed to the stars in making his wish happen
The Toy Robot was always his number one goal
The child asked his parents for the Toy Robot, but his parent felt it was too expensive
Be careful what you wish for as you might just get it
There was a knock at the door
The parents said “We are not expecting any company”
When the male child opened the door, it was a toy robot at the front door in a box
It was definitely a surprise, and the parents had no idea who delivered the toy robot
It is still a mystery even today
The male child didn’t care because he was given what he wished for in the stars
Was it the stars or just a coincidence?
It happened like in an instance
No one is saying or don’t really know
In any event, it just goes to show
Dreams can sometimes turn into reality
The toy robot’s name was “Perfecto”
A happy child
Perhaps one day the stars will give us an answer on how that toy robot actually materialized
For now, let the child think the stars made his dream possible
Perfecto on

Day into Night
Anticipate of Thanksgiving in plain sight
Uniting families and friends
Thanksgiving offering no pretends
Total inspiration at the end
Giving thanks
Smiles with Laughter
Food that comes after
Bringing people together in the multitudes
Beginning until conclude
Destinations to numerous destinations
Mercy and Grace following
Seeing people face to face
The thought of the Thanksgiving Feast
Worries behind and stress carefree
Where ever your journeys take you whether at home or destination to
Let Thankful pursue
If you are alone, be Thankful to be among the living
Every day is Thanksgiving
Living and Breathing is a reason
It doesn’t matter the season
Reflect on memories gone by
Table setting with food to eat
Various desserts adding to the treat
Your thanks
Blessing
Don’t take being Thankful for granted
Remember to pray for the misfortunate
They deserve Thanksgiving as well
Remember the Pilgrims who made this holiday
Praise Heaven Authority who embraces our lives each and every day
Happy Thanksgiving and enjoy your feast
Family and Friends time
A blessing one of kind
Be Thankful for one another
Let the Feast begin

I am thinking back when
Autumn being the sign
The assortment of colored leaves
Capturing moments to retrieve
The Fall Winter Winds
Moments to just observe and feel
Winds blow with an although
Are you prepared for what the winds will continue to blow?
Windy advance with the feel here and there while holding on to your hat or cap
It’s plain facts
Coldness that is brisk
Individuals who can’t resist
We are in the Fall Season
It is within reason
The Good Lord is in control
Adjust in clothing and take hold
November winds will continue to blow
November is preparing us all for what December will be
Anticipation to see
The winds always have their say
It’s always been that way
You probably don’t want to think ok
Go with the flow
November has us in the know
December will be the final show.

You think you are bad and rough
For you being Mr. Big Stuff is not enough
You going around acting tough
But you are surrounded by a Gangs that call your bluff
Your ever living moment is characterized on stake
You think you are King Pin
You need to think again
You are not a Leader, but a follower
Gangs don’t even look up to you nor have respect
They think pursue
You don’t even lead to follow through
There’s no promise
You don’t know how to be honest
You are not even modest
Gangs are to steal no matter who they are
You don’t have what it takes to go far
You walk around like you are a Czar
Your own Mother you ignore
Yet she adores
You nothing more than a punk
Low Scale
Lack understanding
No destination with an arrival
Acting a hero marvel
Self-Centered
No pity within any city
Your image all fake
No give or take
Mr. Big Stuff, a little man
No demand
One day, you will be non-existent
Mr. Big Stuff no more
You get no encore
That is for sure