Well Alice looked in the cookbook for a new dish
The night before, it became her wish
But what could Alice prepare
However, I offer a word of caution in beware
Alice found a dish to serve her guest
If anything, find a good restaurant that should be the request
The cookbook with Stuffed Rice and Chicken
The name sounds worth eating
However, I just saw the chicken dash out the door
I guess the chicken felt I he will not be anybody’s guinea pig to explore
So that was his chance to run out and ignore
This was something the chicken couldn’t take anymore
Alice may have to serve the guest toast
But I can assure you the guest will have a lot to boast
Perhaps word of mouth being coast to coast
A cookbook is something one creates
But not eat at your own risk and discover why you were sick from what you ate
This is your time to make a quick exit before it is too late
Excuse yourself and perhaps reschedule another date
But that would require you to participate
But the best thought is run for your life
Don’t even wait to get advice
You don’t want to know what else could possibly be left in the kitchen
A dish being an unknown that no one seems to want to eat
It’s like a competition, but in this case, no one wants to compete
So Wendy’s said, “Drop in and have a Hamburger”
Yet eat while you can
As for a cookbook dish, don’t eat until when
At this point, I have reached my end.

A fiddler and Horn who welcomes you aboard
We are on our way
It will be a Hound bus being our getaway
It’s the USA to explore
We will be travelling shore to shore
There will be enough scenery that no could ignore
Just let your pledge just soar
Good Morning Sunny skies
It’s another day being inspired wise
Clear weather ahead being our advise
Look in the distance, the Rocky Mountains that stand tall
Majestic and mighty in the echo call
As we make a sharp turn on the highway, observe an Indian dance by a tribe
Our mission of our Hound bus is “Up Close America” ride
Wave to citizens in town as we pass by
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Music playing America, and lets all relate
The open endless road is our appointment date
So what more can we all anticipate?
Nothing but more sights
A restless sleep throughout the night
Major cities that welcomes us in
Let’s have a sing along and let harmony begin
The moon that shines after our daytime day
Just sit back and recline all the way
However, our Hound bus will continue to push on
We became a family in communicating with each other
We now know one another
As our Hound bus maneuvers the road
This was our getaway story ever told
Fiddler and the Horn tells us goodbye
Thank you for showing us America with you and I
The Hound bus kicks up dust
The encouragement, “See the USA being a must”.

Not an actual waterfall
Tears like Niagara
Disturbances from the heart
Deep emotions
Storms within no control
Worrying and anguished
Trapped between closing walls
Moments feeling like days, hours, weeks and minutes
Not precious
Time that is closing in
Sustaining to a quick
Nowhere to turn
A step back instead of forward
A happening
Courage on fear
Having no one near
One day
There will be an overcome
Survival thought
Whether or whitter
Waterfall spring
Tears being the thing

Heart Bleeds
No recede
Death is coming
Ever ready
Death Angel stands before me
Only I can see
Bitterness from the world
My mind revolves
An undertake
Mistakes
Love I thought was real
All a conceal
I hear Trumpets, Tambourines, Flutes and Harps
The journey begins
Destination Heaven
Lifted up

People on the move
Walking in a rush like highway speed
Every turn at every corner
Entering through life’s revolving skyscraper doors
Thinking minds and voices
Seeing eyes on observations
One turn one thought
One pause being a slow down
Accelerations started on quick
Movement has no fix
Like an Action Figure in a flick
Take charge and be ready
Hard to hold steady
Every move with something to prove
Every situation doesn’t always run smooth
Movement strictly on the mover
Evolution wonder
The sound of Thunder
The rain starts, and people are running looking for cover to stand under
Mishaps turn into blunders
Evolution moment

My movement being the defense
It was years of suppression that was past tense
My voice needed to ring out like the timing of the clock
Through it all, given names as a mock
I shouted loud and my voice became more of a woodmen’s ax
My thoughts might have seemed perplexed
I wanted to make sure there was no neglect
I stand for what I feel
Civil Rights is definitely for real
My voice speaks when it is my signal to begin
My direct approach until the very end
My hands raised up being the powers in uniting the world
The plan is too bring all races together as a total swirl
Bring spirits of inspiration
Desires but exempting temptations
Turning words into more than just parables
Seeing what society has done wrong
This is something that had lasted for so long
However through it all, I taught myself too be strong
But the agenda is for all of us too get along
Yet with God’s help, a chapter that will fit the pages of life where everything belongs.

Soulfully and Tenderly
Spoken words on assurance
Stood on Confidence
Influences distance
Felt encouragement
Heard the applause of appreciation
Talent created
Presented the Gift
No stiff
Explored and embraced me
Thank the Heaven’s
God being exact
The presence became fact
The thought of shall
Moments of not
At times words felt tied like a knot
Sounding more like a set up plot
Alone on the stage
It became a wonderous amaze
Take the time to give praise
The Heaven’s made it happen
It came out determined
An Actor’s way
The words speak for themselves.

As I entered the Dark Living Room
I felt my life was living a violet storm
Streaks of lightening were my sustaining struggles
The Thunder being my voice in being upset
Tears poured beyond being an endless soul
A world that continues to revolve
But when will my troubles become my resolution
I am drinking wine from sunrise to sunset
I have become a Gambler and placing many bets
It doesn’t get any better, in fact, the worse it gets
I am slowly reaching rock bottom
A surface with no understanding
A darken sun with no reflection
A shadow no one sees
I am loss in a circle spin that doesn’t end
A spotlight shines with a familiar voice
I am being given alternatives as a choice
A Heavenly phrase, “Live in me being everlasting”
I must search deep and pray in my Inner soul
Suddenly a reason to live, stand up and see behold
I had raised my arms up in praise
I saw God’s mercy and his amaze
I throw out all the whisky bottles
My despite had brought me to new light
There was no absolutely no reason for me to feel uptight
Heaven showed me the way
I will follow continuously every day
Let the truth be told as I testify
Heaven is worth an opportunity, but all you have to do is try
When the going gets tough, and you feel you had enough, call on the Devil’s bluff, and pray and let the Lord say it is truly enough.

Remember my thoughts in you being raised well
My legacy will be illustrated in tell
A father’s job is nothing to sell
At times discipline in yell
It’s a responsibility in being a parent
Always remember the fun times we had
Just keep thinking on good old Dad
I will always cherish you as my lad
I prepared you for life’s sudden range
As you continue to live there will be change
I didn’t raise you alone
Remember your Mother should also be known
A Father’s knows best
A Mother will always contest
But don’t take living for less
It’s God having the crest
It is he who brings true success
Truth in short in being honest in confess.

Another Christian God has chosen in the spoken word
Scriptures to preach
The congregation the Minster wants to reach
The young Minster preached from St. John 17
A Deacon by responsibility
But a new calling in bringing the word
The theme, “Now here this, God is about Faith enriching the responsibility in spreading God’s doctrine”
The young Minster preached from his heart
However, it was the Holy Spirit was the start
Words all lead up to the direction of Faith
A creed one takes when one accepts Christ as their personal Savior
This is not a force, but inspiration to have everlasting life
The scripture is actually giving advice
But God wants all to get understanding, but never having to think twice
The young Minster preached what God wanted him to say
They were words we should live by every given day
It was a vision in every way
Walk on Deacon into the preaching talk
You have taken top priority being God’s sight
Continue to follow that path where you will be given light
It’s your short walk to Heaven
You are worthy in God’s eyes
You have learned understanding and that has made you wise
Heaven Bound with all the praising sound.

Let me introduce myself
I am a poet, but I am in the group with everybody else
Yet my talent surrounds a heavenly gift
Priceless in being thrift
Dear Diary Poet
Our emotions are strong
Our words are exactly where they belong
Please help me take the reader on a journey
It’s a secrete place
The journey is hidden in our minds along with the deleted waste
A Poet only knows
Yet inner thoughts perhaps dreams with wording spotlighting that shows
Well there is a plateau we must get through
A pause being although
It’s that's uphill climb that we must slew
Our words that must stand out
Yet be calm and not shout
As a destined Poet, we have an obligation too our selves and the World
Write, Believe, Achieve, Confident and Excel
We are individual’s having no name to state of who we are as the world will tell
It looks like we have convinced
Oh my, look at the time
Look at what we discovered as a Poet
We have a reason to write and that is come out thinking on a maybe plight
Another idea has popped into my head so let me rush to turn on the light
But to the reader, we must say “Good Night”
Continue to write well and sleep tight
Just a reminder, you must be out of the house by eight.

Dr. James C. Kelly the vision that he saw
Salvation being another church at first
Rev. Dr. Kelly who saw New Jerusalem in having its own verse
The foundation in bringing churchgoers in
The name New Jerusalem on a journey of begin
New Jerusalem Worship Center formerly New Jerusalem Baptist Church
Welcomed arms in God’s sight
God opened more for to see the light
The church surrounded Dr. Kelly’s preach
It was the souls he was trying to reach
New Jerusalem’s work that is not complete
We are the congregation being God’s receipt
New Jerusalem is determined to go on
It doesn’t matter for how long
I didn’t know personally Rev. Dr. James Kelly
But I heard stories of what this great man accomplished and it was his preaching words
The vision, a time to prayer
It is also a reason to relay
God will continue to bless New Jerusalem
We must keep the legacy of Dr. Kelly and New Jerusalem alive
Through the efforts of Dr. Kelly, the spirit of Founder still yet remains
It’s Heaven bound being a continuous aim
Rev. Dr. Kelly will always have a place at New Jerusalem being home
This is where salvation will continue to roam
Home is where Dr. Kelly has arrived
His legacy is what keeps New Jerusalem alive
Tomorrow being yonder
Dr. Kelly’s accomplishment being an applause
A Dove has flown in
This is God’s goodness in a new horizon to begin
Praises in place of tears
The joy in having no fear
The heart holding God close and near
The soul of Dr. Kelly that New Jerusalem will continue to preserver
What matters most that salvation be spread coast to coast
We as the flock should not boost
God’s word stands for all
The homecoming of Dr. Kelly being Heaven’s call
Heaven summoned with an awakening wind
But we as the flesh were thinking from then
Rev. Dr. James Kelly work that was complete
It was his encouragement and telling us not to give into defeat
We are his among
We now look on Dr. Kelly being upon
New Jerusalem is only a name
Salvation being a serious business
We are the faith being the witness
Rise on your feet and repeat, “Rev. James Kelly, you have enriched us with praises words can’t express, but it is God who says it best, Good Old Faithful servant, a job well done”.

Adopt a prayer from the inner heart
The spoken word heard through the inner ear
The sincere cry
The kneeing prayer an effort try
Heaven’s gates that are open wide
The spoken response
My praying continual in God’s time
My heart was troubled with full of despite
I felt no one really cared
But while I was on my knee’s
A praying hand was extended out
All I could do was praise and open my mouth in a big shout
Cry no more, as I will help you bear more
I am the savior for you to explore
It’s the Heaven’s full of galore
It’s the testimony that will be full of sure
Adopt a prayer
A praying hand of motion
Your horizon seeing beyond any ocean
The vision in looking up
Then later, “Adopt a prayer”.

Washington DC deeply mourns
Elegance at its best
The horizon of sunrise to sun down which can both contest
The term “STAND BY YOUR MAN”
Nancy Reagan fits that caravan
Social butterfly
Nancy Reagan was her married last name
But her life also surrounded Hollywood in bringing her fame
Yet Nancy Reagan had a very fulfilled life
She lived throughout her creed
Her mission was to continue to proceed
Nancy Reagan’s name known throughout the world
The world’s heart captivated in tears
But her life contributed in having no fears

It was Nancy Reagan’s pause being her own class act
This is a true known fact
There was emptiness in her heart, and she longed to hear her late husband Ronald Reagan voice once again
Ronald Reagan’s voice did call
I saved you a place to be by my side
Heaven was all prepared
The chariot was set just right
Suddenly there was a strong beaming light
Nancy Reagan responded that the light was extremely bright
It was the signal for Nancy Reagan to come up
I saw two flying Doves
It was each in enduring love
Nancy Reagan will be missed
She left an enriched and embraced life
But she also states, don’t mourn long for me
I am at rest in a place I want to be
Yes I was Nancy Reagan for all to see
But I want you to remember me as Nancy
You know, the one into fashion and fancy
My three components, COMMITMENT, DETERMINATION AND DESTINED
This sums up Nancy Reagan’s life while she lived
Her devotion in time that she would normally give
Her motto, Live on, but be involved
The world’s problems, just try to solve
My legacy of who I was speaks for itself
Don’t think of me like everybody else
As a Dove, I must fly on to the next chapter of my life
A journey far and long, but Heaven is where I belong
I hear music in my arrival
I hear singing of joy
My life has been fulfilled and I want you all to carry on still
I say until we meet again to all my loving friends.

My act in yet to perform
My cries are far from the norm
I am at the center of my conviction
A knife I hold in my hand of my demand
I want to aim straight for my heart
I am not worthy to live
I can no longer give
My pain of a bottomless soul
The years of my past have grown old
Pity me not
The knife is my only shot
Death was put in the center of my own spotlight
My consequence has always been my plight
Life has no meaning to me
Even my eyes don’t want too see
I leave now
My consequence I know how
My presentation being the show
Death has finally called and my light has turned dim and I must go
Goodbye I say unto you, and tomorrow I have no debt due.

It was September 1983 being an autumn call
I am looking into my crystal ball, and it states it was a vacation with no stall
It was a Coast too Coast journey on a Greyhound Bus
My trip started from New York City too Los Angeles, California
I leaned back in my reclining seat
The Hound Bus with pictured windows made the scenery look ever so neat
This trip was definitely going to be a treat
It will be scenery that traces back in America’s history
Stories within stories
Majestic being gothic
There were Rest stops with arrivals and departures from Major Cities and towns
I am West Coast bound
4 Days exactly being the sound
I am writing my travel log
My journey involved high places such as Mountains and tunnels within the mountains
The beauty of the sunrise behind the mountains, and the sunrise adding energize to rise
My thought being, “This is how the West was won”
Venturing into the nothing more than the open road, and wide with acres of land space
It was various highway routes
Getting ever so close to my destination
Each state telling me, and here is your presentation
All that from my Greyhound bus Thru Coach
I witnessed Rocky Mountain high
The start of Colorado
My mind focuses on an old song, “Rocky Mountain high” by John Denver
It was sight before my eyes, the magnificent city of Los Angeles
Hollywood’s call
I did tour all
Adventure was the moment
The action was exploring in the movement
The Hound bus to return back East later
But for me, this is a vacation being a feast

Poet Man’s own words in fighting fame
The value of Novel Man that’s only a name
No need in being lame
But when it comes to writing appeal Poet Man and Novel Man have their own conceal
It seems Novel Man has words in his plan in enterprise
Yet they both have a pull of surprise
But there is a realize
But Poet Man is on alert
Words together don’t always flock together
Under the Keen eyes of Poet Man is a sentence watch
Yet Novel Man and Poet Man are ready for a match
But that might be more of catch
However on the other hand, Novel Man is stuck on fetch
Poet Msn on the case with streaming words
To Novel Man, have you heard?
Poet Man has the voice and emotion of choice
Novel Man of course has the subject matter
But back and forth, Poet Man and Novel Man are full of chatter
However, writings must continue on
Novel Man is concentrating, and at the same time in a yawn
Each were in their own writing to look upon
But one thought about each other in who was actually the best
Yet, just let the reader to be the one to confess
It seemed more like a competition being a test
Determination at that
However, time to continue to move on, but Poet Man and Novel Man were both talented beyond expectations
But with the combined efforts, they were writing in appreciation
Each in their own presentation with representation
Does association apply?
I see that you ask why
Writing can come in many forms
It’s just a matter of create and perform
But remember from a Poet’s standpoint, it’s the deep down emotion from a raging storm
No matter when and how
But Poet Man and Novel Man both using time allowed
Writing itself made both proud
Competition being a strong possibility
Along with that comes commitment and responsibility
No one loss nor won
It was a mission to prove that Poetry and general writing are all number one.

Yo Buddy, you are on this exact bar stool every day well into the night
You are trying to drink away your plight
Your problem won’t go away gulping down *****
It will only make your problem even more confused
Put the ***** glass down for a moment
You and I need to chat
The Bar Stool wants you to share your facts
What exactly led you in thinking ***** is the way to work problems out?
Your mind becomes fuzzy and understanding has no about
You are in a Bar drowning your sorrows
Live and face the problem, there is a tomorrow
The idea is to work all struggles out
Are you sleeping at night?
You keep focusing on whatever your plight
When uncertain try to pray
When things are not ok
Pray in guiding in showing you the way
Drinking only separates in causing you to go astray
Just say to yourself, my plight will be solved on this day
This bar stool wanted to encourage
I am instilling for you to have full courage
Put understanding
Nourish your soul
Then take hold
Tomorrow is a new day
Embracing is what you should do in every way
Pray

General Washington I would ask, the Troops are all cold from the winter winds
The Troops population is spreading thin
They are dying and Thirsty
This battle could be very long
I wonder if the Troops even belong
Diseases and struggles are taking their toll
The ammunition just won’t be together whole
I beg to you General, this might be a battle we just can’t win
This could very well be the Troops end
I cry to you in despair
The Troops are in the woods in the middle of nowhere
Darkness comes, and the snow blinds like hard ice
My advice General Washington is to think twice
Death surrounds at a moment’s notice
Can you and will you?
This is not a wish
The winds are in control
We have no threshold to take hold
We can only wait until winter passes
Let us pray and fast
The time is now
The skies into Heaven know
The thought of war being weep and sew
So General Washington being the leader of the Troops
Your stance is the final coup

Happy Father’s Day to all
However some covering both roles
It’s about taking responsibility and raising the child
No matter how busy with schedules while
Being a Father is what it is all about
Its commitment and your child’s problems out
You thought to yourself, you could never be a DAD
But look, a portion of you being your own Male Lad
Then you thought you wanted a Boy, but got a Girl
Either way, your heart just swirled
But becoming a Parent it didn’t matter as long that you had a healthy baby
You played the Parenting Dad well
Everyone you come in contact with gives you inspiration in tell
You love your Son and Daughter in admiration
But we all know it is all in appreciation
Before you know it, your children will be off to College or their Wedding Day
But you will have plenty of words to say, “I AM HAPPY HOW YOUR TURNED OUT, BUT HAPPY TO BE YOUR DAD, GRANDDAD OR GODFATHER, HAPPY TO CONSIDERED TO BE YOUR DAD IS WHAT YOU WILL BE TALKING ABOUT”
Happy Father’s Day
There’s no more I need to say.

I was raised by my Granddad
He thought of me as his Lad
He taught me right from wrong
He also expressed in how I should get along
My thoughts are his legacy he gave me
“Be everything that you are meant to be”
“Become a Commodity”
It was all related for what my Granddad expected for me in life
My Grandad had me practice typing 4 hours every day, and helped me build up my vocabulary intellectually
The whole process was preparing for College Education
My Granddad would often say “I don’t care other young people are doing, but for you it will be Higher Learning”
Higher Learning it was
He saw me being an achiever
However, it was my Granddad being a Believer instilling assurance within me
I thank my Granddad often for his influence
If it wasn’t for my Granddad, I don’t think I would have pushed myself into expectations
My Granddad’s legacy still holds true today in giving
I made many strides of accomplishments
All through the guidance of my Granddad, but I must give thanks to the Almighty above
His spirit holds true within my heart
I will never forget
I am the Adult he said I would become
My Granddad said, “You will remember this Old Man”
I do, and have no reason not too
So Happy Father’s Day in the Heavenly divine
Your Grandson is going just fine
Your teachings were tough
Your influence was more than enough
Your Legacy followed
Happy Father’s Day beyond.

February being a yearly reminder of Afro-American achievement
It is also being the black pioneer’s commitment
Creations being actual experiments
Discovering knowledge and expanding their mind
Being successful with theory combined
The possibilities that actually became a reality
George Washington Carver in turning a peanut into oil
Eubie Blake, my Famous Great Uncle who was a Movie Star, Jazz Pianist, Composer and in 1985, a Broadway Play “Eubie” in his honor
Dr. Martin Luther King, Civil Rights fight for Equality in order that there would be liberty
Medgar Wiley Evers, a Civil Rights leader who fought for what was wrong in order for all to get along, and a college named after him called CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE
Malcolm X’s widow, Dr. Betty Shabazz, I had her as a Professor in a health class while I was attending CUNY Medgar Evers College
Joe Black, One of my Mentors who is deceased, was once a Pitcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers and later Vice President of Special Markets at the Greyhound Corporation
Ken Webb, Formerly Kiss-FM 98.7 Radio Personality Host in lecturing my Radio Production class in the fundamental of Radio Station Engineering at CUNY Medgar Evers College actual Radio Station
Zelma Lewis, Deceased Board of Education Music School Teacher and Professional Opera Singer.  I was exposed to Opera at 15 Years Old at the AMATO OPERA HOUSE
in the Bowery in downtown Manhattan. Ms. Lewis taught me the fundamentals of the Piano after hearing me play the ***** and Mr. Daniels being a Professional Pianist also taught me the Piano.
Charles Anthony Blake, my Grandfather, who taught me the elements of Typing and becoming intellectual in being college educated
My personal heroes in helping become a champion established in how I would succeed. Some were famous and some were not. Yet in their own right, it doesn’t matter as it is true Afro-American achievement that all provided in contributions in their own way and it’s their inspiration that carries me each and every day
They all are great in their own God given talents
They were nothing that I needed to be silent
Achievements made against all odds
Achieved in how and the remembrance being now.

Costumes put away until next year
Masks taken off and showing no fear
Creatures have gone back to their tombs and not wanting to come near
The moon is back to its normal sphere
Candy galore
Seeing the Dentist for sure
Stomach aches from so many sweets
Stories to tell being a quick tweet
The end of eating flesh
No hands rising from a mesh
Halloween only a memory who dares to reflect back
Finding your way home along with your backpack
People will continue to be mean
But still the whole idea in being fit means being lean
The thrill that took a final bow
It was midnight which time allowed
Only your fondest dreams that did come true
But is Halloween really through?
You mind is being puzzled and you have no clue
Halloween came and went
The Devil’s asking and creatures being sent
Sleep tight with all your might
The stars twinkle and wish you a good night.

The story of salvation
Putting faith into activation
Yet it means truly understanding
But my Grandmother often said, “We will understand after while”
So salvation is a learning style
Being taught all during while
Bible scriptures becoming novel pages
The words feeling like video’s in action being seen
Understanding was finally becoming knowledge
Heaven’s gift being a privilege
Wisdom with honor and glory
Like my Grandmother said, “By and By” being the story
Faith in believing while applying the try
While being during
While in observing while enduring
While deep in the soul while influencing
Yet it was a matter of strengthening belief
The Heavenly flow being the relief
The wonder of understanding
Heaven’s cloud of thought in look above
It’s all Christian education to think of.

The air might feel eerie
A night full of uncertainty
I only walk in the spirit
Perhaps it is my own merit
I was killed in the flesh for a crime I didn’t commit
My death was the answer in being it
Now I have decayed with no flesh left
I rose during a full moon
No, this isn’t a time of an Earthly doom
I rose from my tomb
The one’s that killed me when I was in my flesh thought
I was Evil and full of deceit
Yet it was a crime I didn’t take
I got a retreat
My soul is still at rest
Yet I am walking, but no one can touch
I am the living spirit
I am glorified
But when others see me they will be petrified
I won’t harm
I walk in peace
Heaven is my roam
I am in paradise
I only rose to give you advice
Live your full life out
Wisdom will help you maneuver about
Life at times will feel like a challenging bout
But you will understand later
I must return to paradise
Take in my advice
Don’t be callus and let your heart be cold as ice
Show respect and be nice

A Ghost that once lived in the redwood oak house
It was shared with a little mouse
The house was once dwelled by Mr. Robert Swellers, an Old man
He died some say in a strange death
But being he was an old man, one could say he died from Old age
Yet there seemed to be a lot of rage
Mysterious as it sounds, one can only be curious bound
However, the neighboring houses would often hear sounds
Yet Mr. Swellers Ghost wants to keep any Buyers from purchasing his home
The Ghost of Mr. Swellers that his house will be left alone
As a Ghost, Mr. Swellers is letting it be known
But the surrounding neighbors feel very uncomfortable
The fact in knowing that there is a Ghost on the block
They dare not mock
A Ghost that storms through a once owned house
Mr. Swellers never married so had no spouse
The emptiness of one’s soul
A wonder that captives the behold
A story fold
Yet the mystery that was ever told
Peace with no rest
Only the Ghost of Mr. Swellers can contest
Hold on too your flesh as it will be all you will have left.

My Godmother being Emma Williams
A woman who died at 98
A God fearing Godmother to whom I truly appreciate
I still remember her even to this date
Mrs Emma Williams was more than a Godmother as I always called her Aunt Emma
My Godmother was a woman of true love
She was born in Barnwell, South Carolina having hospitality to think of
I remember going to her house, she would always cook me a meal
At one point, we lived in the same Brownstone in Brooklyn, New York
My Godmother lived on the Second Floor
We lived on the First Floor
What happy memories I have and remember
When my Godmother moved away to another location, I still visited her
I remember one afternoon she pulled a bag of laughs out, and all I could do was laugh uncontrollable
I also remember when my Grandmother died, and I called my Godmother for encouragement, I told my Godmother I wanted to cry
She stated, “Don’t you cry as you are never alone”. I felt inspired, and saw a world that I never known
Now my Grandmother and Godmother were good friends
But my Godmother is being remembered, and will never ever be forgotten
“My heart extends into Heaven, and my focus being on my Godmother. The joy you gave me here being on Earth. You enriched with my life full of goodness and blessings beyond. I will remember you now and forever more.

Storytelling time while Grandpa Sam has his Grandson Jimmy in his lap
It was a time when Grandpa Sam and Buffalo Bill rode a horse to steal
It might seem like it was for real
It was in the state of Texas within the western towns of CASPER GULCH and WHISPERING WINDS
Grandpa Sam and Buffalo Bill would hold up the WELLS FARGO BANK
We were robbers so we had rank
We would often stop Stagecoaches and steal the passenger’s jewelry and money
My horse’s name was FURY and Buffalo Bill’s was FLYING SLEUTH
Our horses would stair up dust whenever we would ride
We were in control and took every inch of our stride
Our guns were our voice
They were our Mouth Piece being our choice
The days of Buffalo Bill and Grandpa Sam
Well at that point, Grandpa’s Grandson Jimmy had fallen asleep
He was in his own dream world with the imagination to keep
Imagination that rang high
No need in asking why
A story Grandpa Sam expressed really well
But it is our secret and I won’t tell.

The Lord is where you need to be
He is the one that created you for all the world too see
The biblical scriptures are more than just words
But Grandson and Granddaughter have you truly heard?
Every step is a direction into the future
Every step left behind is accomplishments and efforts in enduring experience being made
Heaven reigns to whom believes
The power of the Holy Spirit is a gift that one receives
Prayer being the key
This is assurance coming from thee
The Lord calls and why didn’t you answer
There is a mission at hand
It’s all about in responding to God’s command
The Lord wants you to see beyond the mountains
The valley is too only take a breathier
It is yet a continued journey in being prepared
Your cries have been heard
But continue too live and learn and just observe
Christ is your best teacher to explore
However if you chose to not to respond, it becomes a consequence of backlash of ignore
Seek Christ while he yet can be found
Otherwise within a moment’s notice there wouldn’t be a sound
Heaven is worth the seek
This is God’s everlasting being a treat
You will be up against numerous opposition in foes who want you too crumble to defeat
But the Lord is powerful and almighty knows the defense in keeping you on your feet
This is what your Grandmother’s prayers seek
A battle is never won if no attack has been made
But when battles seem long and you feel enough is enough
Just call on the Lord and he has seen the then, when and he will continue to fight your battles until the very end.

Grandson, there will be a world you will never understand
You will learn of God’s goodness through the land
Through God you will be able to stand
As you walk through life in living you will understand
Living is a learning experience
You will walk through endless storms
But that is part of life being the norm
You may think you are loss, but God has you in found
Echoes upon echoes is inspiration in sound
Listen as I embrace you in wisdom
There is a place far away known as the Kingdom
In that place you will find everlasting
The preparation starts with salvation
The continuation is Deliverance
I taught you how to pray
Through prayer everything will be ok
In that moment and hour, pray
Now eventually I will be called home
But it will be everlasting to roam
No matter what, my spirit of legacy will always be within you
It is my establishment signature
Grandson, fulfill being God’s will
Watch your steps and hold your peace in still
I must leave you now
You will always be in my heart
My soul lifted up
Behold, we shall meet again
Grandson, “Always observe the clouds, and be prepared”
Grandma says, “Pray and continue to pray”
Now it becomes wait until that day

Eyes into mine
Yet kissing lips not sure
We dated for a while
But seemed love had no style
I wondered then and it continues even now
But my thoughts were when and how
We fell into love
But was it everything to think of?
Passion had no romance
The kiss showed no advance
A caution with no chance
Beauty I thought
Relationship in what I had sought
My heart beats but only for that longing moment
My nerves began to rattle
I felt I was going into battle
A time piece with signals to move on
You are not the one I long
My heart inserts find the true love to whom you belong.

As the winds blew
It is God giving the world a cue
The Harlow shade
It was heavenly made
The thunder of attention
The lightening along with the mention
God’s message to the world
I am here in heaven looking high and low
Pray and be sincere and never let go
I am the Lord that can take away fear
Always keep me near
The assurance of one’s faith
The outcome of one’s spirit
God’s reward in giving of merit
Walk with me
Let your light shine for all too see
All this comes from thee
Be encouraged within the say
Keep every day holy I say unto you unto this day.

It was a little Girl and a Male Greyhound Bus Driver. It was a little Girl who travelled quite frequently on a Greyhound bus from Houston, Texas to Lake Charles, Louisiana to visit her Grandparent. Being a young passenger alone, the Greyhound Bus Driver known as Mike always looked after her through her journey on his bus. Mike treated the little Girl as if it was his daughter he never had. Mike’s Wife had died and he never had any children. It was always Mike’s friendly warm hands at the Greyhound bus steering wheel and his storytelling vibes that embraced the fatherly approach from Mike, the Greyhound bus Driver. Mike was the guardian Angel to the little girl from the years then and still embarking even today. But there is a change. The little girl is all grown up into an adult woman. The little girl now adulthood never forget the caring heart that Mike had for her as a child. Admiration came a long way. Stacey was that little girl, but now has fond memories back then. Stacey spends time with Mike on Thanksgiving, Christmas and Birthdays they spend together with each other.

Stacey’s Grandmother passed some time ago, but that doesn’t stop her in her journey with Mike being like a faithful Dad in her travels from Houston to Lake Charles. Many miles shared together. Once a little Girl captured a Hound bus Driver’s heart. The watch and listen being a true story of its own. Highway miles and loving smiles.

It was always 1907 Freight car
The Hobo would fall asleep in a freight car yard
Having no place to actually live
But a good heart that wants to give
However, the Hobo happens to be a noun and not an adjective
It was the Holy Smoke Freight yard that caught the Hobo’s attention
But this Hobo’s story is his own presentation
A Hobo broke and having no job
Negative reactions feeling like a mob
The Hobo once had a home
But he was yet all alone
The only thing he would do at this point was to continue to roam
The Hobo was one who always loved to travel
The thought of the entire United States with inspiration in captivation of marvel
So one freight car became the Hobo’s personal home
He travelled everywhere and got rest beyond compare
The Hobo travelled far
He got around without a car
The freight train would normally stop in a town or a nearby city
But numerous people had no pity
However, the Hobo didn’t pity himself
He refused to be like everybody else
He lived and rode the freight train as if it would be a lifetime
But the freight car was the Hobo’s space
A freight train having no problem with the Hobo ride
The Hobo lived his life in being his stride.

A gallop at an Upstate New York Rocking Horse Resort
A Junior High School Senior trip
But’s here’s the tip
It was the Dead of Winter on a February Day
Welcome to the resort and step this way
There were a lot of things the resort offered
One of them of course was riding a horse
So I got to ride Tiger Lil
The horse was wide and built to fill
But to ride, one had to be determined and have a strong will
Well it was the trail a waits
The trail was icy and warranted a caution of fate
My thought, “I am riding this horse and this is the date”
Like I said before, the trail a waits
Up the trail being an overpassed high
In the distance, the ride was a temporary resort good-bye
Horses took us higher and higher until we reached the top
Suddenly, one of the horses through the rider off
I got terrified, and jumped off
Immediately the resort hands got my horse back
Later being reunited with Tiger Lil and me
I said let me think and see
Tiger Lil I knew I would be riding
However, the horse had me abiding
But I took control of the horse reins
It was the valley I didn’t want to see
We are heading back to the resort
I could see it in the distance
We were finally back to the flatland ground
I got off the horse, and my heel on my shoe broke
Tiger Lil laughed in it being a joke
I moved like a Marshall Dillon as I was that sore
I would name it, but it hurts, and I don’t think you would want to explore
When I got back to the bus, I told the Driver to lower the bus
The Driver asked me how low, I stated all the way
Arrived back home
My own territory to roam
I made it through the whole ordeal
This was a true story being for real.

An Airline being spiritual
Feeling relaxed and carefree
The friendly skies bringing you closer to Thee
It’s not a pack your bags and fly
There are guidelines created by Thy
Your Soul must be ready for journey at a moment’s notice
Servings are you have the opportunity in being chosen
There are no Refunds
You are blessed to be among
What is served on the plane is blessings and praise
Heaven control’s the skies domain
It is just that plain
So if you are ready, fasten your seats belts
This is truly a Heavenly felt
So welcome aboard Air Heaven
This plane is number Seven
Its not everyday people fly on Air Heaven
Thee is no turning back
The Schedule is set and staying on track
So into the air we soar
Heaven will be your new home to explore
Air Heaven being on time
This is your Heavenly reward with everything combined

Welcome Aboard
All through the Lord
Have your Praise
The Blessing Award
Heaven’s accord
Flying through the atmosphere
This is Captain Angel Gabriel
You are on Heaven’s Flight 707
Nonstop all the way
No Turbulence
Smooth Spirit
Heavenly Merit
Peace and Comfort aboard
Assured atmosphere
Soon will arrive at Holy Spirit Airport
Soulful among
The Chosen One’s

A journey into the screens view
Our own adventure being our own slew
One’s laughter and cries within suspense
Up close and personal
A reality with a purpose to live
Sharing and caring with generosity to give
Scripts with lines after lines
Actors and Actresses with memorizing in mine
So many channels to chose
Enough activity to keep you entertained
A program that caught your attention and what will remain
Our own front row seat
Inside the television that can’t be beat
We must be extremely quiet and not be thrown off the set
But we are actually there and become our own good bet
Now you see what performers go through to catch our eyes
Yet don’t take for granted
The television and our journey through the airwaves
I ask that everyone please behave
The television has become our friend
Our journey is about to come to an end
Just around the bend
You are now back too your living room where it all began
The sponsors are ready to advertise and they can begin.

Drink up but begin to cut off
Alcoholism upon every glass
Depression can add to the drink
It takes counseling through a shrink
Many Alcoholics will sometimes be in denial
An Alcoholic must be honest and truthful in knowing that they are an Alcoholic
It’s not easy to quit
But there is a strategy that would fit extensive and that’s counseling
The Alcoholic would learn how to cope but along with everything else, there is also hope
The idea is to help see Alcohol as a poison and step away
Alcoholism is tougher if the Alcoholic doesn’t make the effort to become sober
Alcohol only ages you to look older
But there are many factors that cause Alcoholic’s to drink
Things that happened in their childhood
Prevention being hard to reach in could
Having stress in the current that started in the past
Another idea is the craving for Alcohol beyond one’s means
Let the truth must be told
To move away from Alcohol, the Alcoholic must be bold
The Motto is, “It takes time and is extensive, and you will be able to push away and you will be ok, but for the method to truly work, “It’s Alcohol to move astray”.

History has many action parts
But let it be knowledge illustrating from the start
Ancient Rome having struggles and victory
Too some Historians, there might be some mystery
Kings wants to control the people that were weak and poor
This is how anarchy really began to soar
Deceit and revenge on the King’s mind
A battle in forces all combined
But because of being scornful, Ancient Rome was weakened and crumbled to their own destruction full of devastation
It was the end of Ancient Rome being Heaven’s creation.

America’s Slavery of Black Men and Women beyond compare
Flesh was beaten hard until blood poured from many strikes
The Plantation Owners were using that as their strength in might
But the Slaves prayed that One day, Freedom will be their Guiding Light
Bitter Winds and Angry Revelation
The Struggle between Good and Evil became a separation
The Guiding Light came, and Civil Rights Movement became a Freedom Voice.

Innovations upon Innovations, Man wanted to fly
It was experiments after another in try
No matter what, it meant strapping on wings on arms and attempt to fly
Into the air you say, it was more like touch down
Because the experiments always came to hitting the ground
Failure often was the takeoff, but of course things just didn’t land as hoped
No, the inventors weren’t dopes
It was back to the drawing board with a new way to cope
So a new theory was instituted with engineering in making large structures with the ability to fly
Technology had truly advanced
This became the Inventor’s chance and became their stance
The thirst for flying in the air was now welcome to the Friendly skies
This is not from a former commercial from United Airlines being an advertise
This was only word to the wise.

America discovered ranging from the West Coast to the East Coast
How the West was won
Western Movies always portrayed Sheriff and the Bad Guys with Indians
It was the great frontier
This was how America was able to preserver
Towns became cities
Horses were replaced with cars, buses and trucks
Back roads were now highways
Distance lands were brought closer
People were connected being communities
In fact, there was unity
Hello Ms. America and pleased to meet you Mr. America
Shades of Race assortments spread throughout the country
My Country Tis Of Thee, but it involves even today being you and me.

Imagine an Icon of America’s history being the Greyhound Bus
It started out by two Inventors as a car
The operations was a small commute not really going that far
Popularity of the open road and the door to bus travel
Distance was extended
Greyhound Bus Lines became a Major Ground Transportation Carrier in North America
It was State by state with town after town
Go Greyhound and you yourself will be bound

This was only a brief history line by line
You might have history in your own family combined
So there’s my version of a history lesson past
It was advancement throughout that came fast
But it is now a remembrance that will last
History being determined in proof
All this while I was in my youth.

Show me a good book and reference materials
They all are cataloged in serials
I will show how researching should look
It’s a matter of organizing and that’s all in took
The library has books and magazines on various subjects
It’s the reader’s find in elect
Knowledge and understanding in illustrating the proper effect
Books and magazines help one relax
A journey beyond but getting away from feeling perplexed
The library offers wonders in revolving chapters
Just like a book what happened after
Pages turning mystery into theory
A past in what happened in history
I am the Librarian to help you expand your mind
Watch as knowledge becomes the twine
Now knowledge will take you far
It’s not something one can get to by car
As a Librarian, I know the way
I am here daily every day
Who says a library has nothing to offer?
Then you really haven’t read a book or magazine
Think of the library being a lean and clean cuisine.

Sugar and spice
Now that would be nice
But all Alice has is her own inner advice
Her clothes are worn out and torn
She lives in the Ghetto with survival being a scorn
No wealth with riches
Luxuries are only a dreaming wish
No broom surrounding a witch
Living in a weather beaten house
There is even a **** mouse
Poor for sure
Elegance missing the galore
Alice’s life being a questionable table
She is living, but it falls under able
Yet, it’s Alice in Ghetto land
Her life wasn’t a wonder
In fact, you must look yonder
Survival being called to order
Alice learned very quickly from the very beginning
Life is not about riches in commodity
Reality with understanding in knowing how to live.

The moment seemed long
I felt society I didn’t belong
But that is what society wanted me to think
I was thinking like a weak link
I was released from Prison being incarcerated
I had committed a crime stealing cars
I was robbing but didn’t get far
While I was behind those Prison walls, I would often dream in being free
Yet it was associating the understanding being the key
It seemed like it was an illusion but it was all seclusion

I saw myself being a Self-Motivator
Now in other encourage others, I had to first inspire myself
Going out and encourage young people to not be a bad example from the streets
But don’t go to Prison being a moment of temporary or even permanent defeat
Turn your cell experience into enduring inspiration
Life does have appreciation but you have to look around and find positive circles that will enrich your spirit straight to your heart
Where there is a bad road, you will also find a good road
Society will say you have no place
It is all about taking the chance and being given a chance
This is the way one does advance
But society wants a bad person to be an automatic human delete as a waste
It becomes cope with a hesitate
But as a Former Inmate, it doesn’t have a take
You have value and it all started when you were born
There was a reason and a destiny with a purpose

However, long before Prison and bad habits, I went to College and earned two degrees, a Bachelors in Business Management and a Masters in Public Administration
Even though education was my start, I had built the foundation
But I see there is a question, so what happened of why I went into crime?
You see I had the education, but I mixed up with the wrong elements figuring I could get them to change, but it came reverse, they made me change thinking my education was nothing more than proving something to the Man
But I proved that I could sustain knowledge and make something of my life regardless of what negative people think
It’s all about turn around and move fast forward
But never dwell on sorrows within uncertain rivers
But despite Prison, I still have the education appreciation
However, you emphasize the value of you before Prison even came up
Yet don’t get fed up
Just continue to present and what you have established in your own component of life and what it represents

Quality being golden comes within
Assumption is thinking then into present
A bad situation can comer with a learning good ending
Ladder words is what will help you reach the top
REACH, ELEVATE, CLIMB, MOVEMENT, STEP BY STEP
When it comes to knowledge don’t stop
Knowledge is the key in giving you the know how
It doesn’t necessarily have to be college, but educate yourself in something that will make you a stand out as a commodity

When people try to mock
Just say and plain simple tone, you haven’t been where I was, but my life is enhanced with goodness from on high, and there is a good person inside with a heart
Cherish always being you
Understand your theory in being you but having no mistaken command
You are a person in which no one can change, but you that person who can rearrange
My dreams always have a full hope
It doesn’t make you a dope
Yet it comes with assurance you will always be able to cope.

It was a footstep being a dream
It wasn’t an imagination it seemed
Heaven is a place of totally delight
But too the most part, it is out of Earth’s sight
The Pearly Gates were decked out in gold
The Angels being like armed guards in Heaven’s behold
Yet you could hear praises and songs in the background
Yet I was still alive and not Heaven bound
Rainbows sparkled the Heavenly city
But to the Earth below living in sin and the thought was Oh what a pity
A blanket of white filled the Heavenly throne
The subject was Jesus and this I always known
It was a very relaxed atmosphere
All the earmarks of joy and praise to preserver
Yet it seemed like a dream
But Heaven is like a clear crystal stream
A rejoicing place
Heaven the city that will never ever be erased
Heaven being above all things
A reason to praise, and as servants seeing the amaze, but Jesus eyes our spirits shall be raised.

Little Rod needs a miracle
He is 4 months old
His birth was joy in behold
However he has a rare health condition
It is not cancer in remission
I am asking everyone to pray
I want this chain line prayer to be direct being Heaven’s relay
Miracles I know God can perform
This is always ongoing being the norm
I pray that Little Rod will be a witness to Christ
Imagine encouraging others through testimony being advice
I am a witness myself
My testimony might sound like everybody else, but personal
I was labelled Death in what Doctor’s observation foreseen
But God knew the Doctors didn’t have the understanding in what their diagnosis mean
However, God saw differently
Today I am a witness throughout
My praise is thankful and comes with a shout
Little Rod is not alone
His birth is what God has shown
Heaven sees and knows
Prayer upon many prayers being the flow
Lord I pray
Please let little Rod be ok
My Faith is strong in the Lord
Its assurance and believing in the accord
Oh thank you Lord
I am giving you the glory.

Mysterious
Industrious
Curious
Don’t make him mad
He won’t be glad
But don’t be surprised if you see him wearing plaid
Steve’s story was once told
A very encouraging Man who is Old
When he talks his wisdom takes whole
But Steve is a Man who is bold
Steve once glazed at someone and they literally froze
It was a response in not being able to move
There was simply no statement to prove
That is just how Steve was
Mysterious to a cult
Don’t even think about taking a vote.

A freight train just sitting in the yard
Yet from a hill it could be seen from the courtyard
A young boy who marveled trains
It was his heart being sustained
The boy stepped down from the hill
His Sister told him to keep still
But he was determined at his will
The boy looked into one of the freight cars
The freight train was preparing to depart, and it was going to be far
The boy smelled the scent of bananas in the freight car
As the boy entered in
The freight train pulled out on the signal of when
The freight train door closed and tracked the boy
The train then pulled off
The boy thought, “He was alone”
But was he?
He peeked through the train’s open hatch
He saw churches in the distance along the way
There were many words in thought he could say
But the freight train was still moving astray
Well the word got out that a boy was trapped on the train
The train was stopped at Buzzards Point, a small rail yard
The Engineer was told there is a boy aboard
There were 20 freight cars
Luckily in the fifth freighter car was opened up, it was the boy standing
The boy was asked by one of the rail yard workers, “You felt funny in the freighter being alone”
The boy replied, “I wasn’t exactly alone”
Even though physically you are alone, but spiritually, there is always
a Guardian Angel that helps you see time.

A house in the center of town
There were old quaint stores all around
There lived a Little Male Mouse
Oh yes, he had a wife being his spouse
There was a feeling of Christmas in the air
The winter winds that blew
The stars that shined bright on that clear night
But this story was more than a night to remember
However, the Old Male Mouse only wanted to slumber
You see, the Old Male Mouse loss his belief in Christmas
By somewhere, Christmas is going to be returned to his heart
The fact that the mouse was Old, there will be no giving up on Christmas past nor present
He just needed what Christmas represented
As the story continued being narrated of the Birth of the Baby Jesus
A lonely star giving direction of the Wise Men
The Baby Jesus giving hope to the world
Now that alone should make anyone’s heart swirl
But it is Christmas Morning when Children wake up and surround the Christmas tree of all the gifts that Santa dropped off
However, I hear the Polar Express in the distance heading back to the North Pole
Holidays Stories after another, but none are like the other
A Male Child who wanted to see Santa before dying of Cancer actually got his wish
A Little Girl whose Parents were killed in a car crash, but wrote Santa in a secrete request
Santa read the Little Girl’s letter, and it was granted
She wanted loving parents like her original one’s
It came to past
Stories of joy, hope and the possibilities
They all became realities
Well the Old Male Mouse started shedding tears, and shouted “Christmas I Believe”
The Old Male Mouse’s heart simply melted
No matter how cold you feel
Your own reality could become for real
Oh those winter winds
Santa is still on the job even when
The Old Male Mouse and his spouse had surprise of their own being a little mouse
This is truly a reason to celebrate
Happy Holidays to the world
Believe and always believe
Hope is what you will receive
Wishes do come true
However, I will let you think that through
Well Santa had already dashed away
But that is ok
Year after year, Santa will continue coming your way.

Focus on center stage
Performance and overture having an amaze
Music that sets the mission
Scenery and spotlight in precision
Cast all in formation
Eyes watch and observe
Every given word
Voices everywhere being heard
Utterance and tolerance words
Dramatics take effect
Alone
The tears of aspiration
I need to hear a true confession
Lies have been within the moments
Truth needs to be said
There was a ******
Yet silence of darkness
Pin drop sound
Suddenly evidence appears
Clues all along
The Stars and the moon knew
My heart even was certain
Truth was pushed to the surface
There was a hush illustrated
Truth setting free
Happiness with closure
Anguish prior
The hourglass that was waiting
Intersession
All eyes
Full applause
An exit out

Concept to take in
A lesson to begin
It’s learning typing being transcend
Perfection, isn’t that what you seek?
Having a typing skill for the future that will put you ahead being so neat
Feel the typing keys
Be patient, relaxed and at ease
Up the ladder in the keyboard
Alphabet by alphabet
Eventually you will become a pro
Don’t say although
It’s a matter of how much time you spend on typing
Practice makes perfect is what my grandfather said
Just a matter of time
Your typing skill will become genuine
A valued skill
All it takes is will
Typing without looking at the typing keys
Feel assured and confident
Not afraid in avoid
Type away
Never go astray
Practice every day
Go from beginner to advance
Typing is your career chance
Type my dynamo
People will know
Type and go