Thanksgiving Poem of 2014 and here I sit alone. You took off in June and abandon me, and then you ask that I befriend you. I ask my friends they tell me no because you can't be trusted once again. You are still unemployed, chasing a pipe dream of becoming a musician which will never be.  You want to be friends but what did you do you changed your cell phone number on me and blocked me out of your face-book.  Homeless you are and take it as a joke when it is quite serious I can tell you that.
Thanksgiving 2014 was lonely indeed but Thanksgiving of 2015 will be quite different you see.  I am working on me now and then when I am through I hope to have my soul mate too. Someone who will love me for what I am and who I am and not change me into a woman I can't be.
They will love me for better or worse, sickness and in health, rich and poor, until death do we part.  Thanksgiving 2014 was different to me but I still thank God for everything he has done and will do for me.

Sunday is such a solemn day. There is not much to do. Most people go to church and watch foot ball too. They put on their best faces and go to church and pray. But when Monday comes around that's when they really   change. They are not really Christians all week through. They are only Sunday Christians and not during the rest of the week.
They need to practice what they preach because if they did they would not be doing what they do.

I will never love again, the trust is all but gone. I don't think I could ever trust another man since the last one did me wrong. He broke my heart, he cheated, and he just walked away. He would not even try to compromise and make our relationship last . He used me for my money and I gave him my heart, behind my back he saw other ***** and thought it was not cheating because we were not married. He tried to change me into some one I could not be try to change into his fantasy girl a sexually object you see.
He could not understand that love and *** were not the same that is because all men think all the same way. They think of *** before love and marriage and women are the opposite way we think of love and marriage before *** because that how we are. We are not men 's play toys and we are not geared the same way. Love is love and *** is lust and they are not the same. He broke my heart, he broke trust, and he left me alone to go back Nashville and pursue to pipe dream and to be forever homeless like the rest of his friends there. I will never love and trust again. All I seek now is platonic male friends and companions that  I  have something in common with that is all I want right now.

He was the youngest man to ever be elected as a United States President and the first Roman Catholic President ever. He said "It's not what you can do for your country but what you can do for your country." He rode down the street in a open limousine car and in a New York Minute his life ended by a far away bullet. They rushed him to the hospital but it was to late he had died in his wives arm and the country went into mourning. His little son saluted him and his widow dressed in black. They say it was a conspiracy to place LBJ in his place.  They blamed him on Lee Harvey Oswald but that was their escape goat. It was really the CIA who did not like him at all.
He is buried at Arlington Cemetery side by side with his brother Robert  Kennedy who was   also  assassinated in  LA in June of 1968.

There is a lot say  in one of the songs you listen to if you listen to them all the way through. It may tell how you feel way back when or tell how you right now and every thing . It can tell you how you should feel and may be what you should do but every song has a meaning I am telling you.  I love Karen Carpenter - her songs tell a story about love and life, it tells about her struggles with mental health issues too.  Elton John has great  songs are also so true Don't Go Break My Heart is something everyone will do and Neil Diamond's I believe In Happy Ending tells what we wish but sometimes we don't always get what we wish.  Some of the songs in the Musical The Secret Garden tells you how I am feeling because the girl I mean to be is what I really want to be.  There is a lot to say in a song it can make us unhappy and crying, or make us happy and strong.

Why do you write? Is it a creative thing or is it for therapy? Is it an outlet to vent or away to express how you feel, because no one around understand how you feel?  Do you feel like you are going insane and writing is away to keep you sane?  What do you write and what kind of poetry? I write just about everything. I like to post my favorite lyrics from my favorite songs. I like to post original poetry because it tells where my heart is right now. I use writing as a way as a creative thing and use it also  as therapy. I have since I was 13 years old in 1968 and now I am almost 60 and still writing creativity. Creative writing and poetry is a wonderful way to vent and a wonderful therapy.

Thanksgiving 2014 will be different for me. We are not together because you left me. You are in Nashville doing your  thing, and I am in Chicago where I need to be. You are homeless, I am not, I am a poet and writer, and not just a want to be one . You are a want to be musician trying to fulfill a pipe dream but I have real publishers who want to publish me.
I may not have family but I have friends and I know if I need them I can call them you see. Your Thanksgiving will be at mission in Nashville, Tennessee but I will have a Thanksgiving here where I am right now.
The library is closed on Thanksgiving Day and I have my lap to keep me company. There is no way to send you a Thanksgiving Day Card because you blocked me on your Facebook.  You will travel from one church to another if that is fun I think that is not funny. Thanksgiving Day 2014 will certainly be different to me.