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Thanksgiving DayThanksgiving is a day
of giving thanks.
A day of remembrance
A day to be thankful
with what you are blessed with.
It is not a day of shopping,
driving, or fighting crowds.
It's not a day to spend money you don't have
on worthless junk you don't need.
It's not a day to skip because
you are full of greed.
It's a day to spend with your family,
loved ones, or alone.
A day to appreciate everything you have and own.
So skip the crowds, lines, and stores.
Stay home and enjoy your family,
even if they are a bore.
Just remember those, who will be spending it alone,
Without any home they can call their own.
So before you plan out
Your shopping attacks.
is not where love is at.
Love and bonding is made by spending time
it cannot be found
anywhere on aisle 9.
So break out the monopoly,
chess and checkers.
Spend the day appreciating
exactly what matters.
Wide awakeWide awake to the world around
Experience life as it was meant to be
No inhibitions holding you back
No complications or theories.
If you can't see it or touch it, smell it or taste it,
Then it simply does not exist.
Believe in yourself and your strengths
Stop relying on others' hopes and dreams.
Create your world and live it as you wish.
But you have to stop believing in fairy tales.
See the truth, facts and stats.
Stop relying on the pulpit fails.
Stop believing in disciples
and parable stone age stories.
Along with the talking bush and all.
Once you open your eyes
And take off the sheep blinders
You will see that life is much different
than behind the cult walls.
Fear is what commands you to stay
Tucked up in your little world.
But fear is a strength that should
be explored, prodded and used.
Not to be held back and
refused access to.
Fear is a safety net that is clung on to
Afraid that a stone age book
will condemn you to burn.
But no one knows what
happens when you die.
So live ..
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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