Random Thoughts from my Yahoo 360

After hearing so many people talking about losing their writings on 360, I decided to transfer the important ones here just in case.

Freestyle

what is the purpose of my blog...
to come in and squeeze off a log....
chit chatter like a mad hatter bodies in a bag...
or gay bash batter up you fag...
or maybe talk down to niggas and kikes...
or poke fun at cripples and dikes...
blast towel heads for bombing the towers...
go rhasta smokin weed for hours...
or maybe this is just for me...
to spit shit kinda randomly...
to drop bombs like hiroshima...
or to show you all i am just a dreamer...
so sit back and relax ya minds....
and dont try to read in between the lines...
cause out of all the things ya read...
ya can't believe a fuggin word i said...
God made me and God made you...
so I gots love whether ya Muslim or Jew...
Asian, Black, Indian, or White...
Love has no nationality, aaigght !!!

HATE... let it go... the ways of old are gone...
FUBA - For U By Ant.... peace

Pump Up My Blog

If yall remember Eric B and Rhakim... Jam It !!!

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you,
with out a tight blog to bless you...
Think of how many weak Blogs you've slept through,
times up, I am sorry I kept you..
Thinking of this,
you keep repeating you miss...
The Blogs of Newest Blog-ologist..
So ya sit bored at ya puter cause other Blogs aint cool,
When surf mine, Pump up my Blog Fool..
Comment on my Blog til ya fingers cramp,
Give me the trophy, cause i'm the Champ...
It's a four letter word, for an online Log,
Yeah Baby ya got it........ BLOG !!

I used to....

I used to like the computer, was on it everyday,
then God changed me,
Really re arranged me,
Now I want to throw my computers away.
I used to like to chat, with my workplace click,
then Jesus stepped in,
became my Best friend,
Now some of my friends make me sick.
I used to like to game, dominoes and spades,
then along came to word,
singing to me like a bird,
Now I have something to last the decades.
I used to love myself, more than everything,
I was so very vain,
a mirror was like cocaine,
Now i'm a humble servant to my King.
I used to like to Blog..........................................................





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maybe......




maybe not !!





FUBA
for yall that still don't know... FUBA - For U By Ant...

Two Women In My Bed.....

My wife was at work last night, often she runs errands and gets home later after her shift is over. She is usually so drained she will come in, shower, give me a kiss, then drift off on the day bed, but today was different somehow. So I think to myself, " Yes, I have the bedroom to myself to just stretch out and have a wonderful relaxing Saturday Morning with no one to distrub me." In true " Man " form, I reach for the remote, to turn on, what else, ESPN. Before I know it, I am snoozing again, but loving it.... and that's when it happened. One came in and asked if she could lay with me? Looking into her beautiful brown eyes, with her long beautiful hair... of course, I said " Yes ". She laid on my Chest and caressed me, I heard a sigh of comfort, as if she was in the safest place in the world and nothing could harm her as long as she was right there. So I wrapped my arms around her to make her feel even more secure and to reassure her that nothing would harm her. Moments passed and there was a knock at my door. I gazed out and saw the prettiest smile I have ever seen. She peeked in and saw what was going on and asked if she could join us. So I thought to myself and chuckled, " my ultimate fantasy, two women in my bed". So there I lay, with 2 of the most beautiful women in the world on either side of me, lying on my chest. So I put my arms around them and held them, hoping that this moment would last forever. And all I could do was think, this is one of the greatest days of my life. I took a brief moment to reflect on all the things I took for granted in my life and it made me appreciate what was going on even more. Now the irony, my ultimate fantasy when I was young and unsaved was two women in my bed. And God, being the good God that He is granted me just what I asked for. Except for the twists "two women in my bed", has nothing to do with sex in any form or fashion. Those two women, were my two " Little " women, my beautiful daughters, 8 and 10, whom for some reason believe that no bed in the world is as good as Mom and Dad's bed. They woke up bright and early Saturday morning, just to come in one by one to sleep in the bed with Dad. And as I held them in my arms and we snoozed... I realized .. two women in my bed... LOL. Now as you read this, how many actually thought I was talking about sex with two women? It is okay to admit it. As I lay there holding two of the loves of my life, I realized, this is what it is all about, unconditional love. I didn't have to say anything, buy anything, or do anything special for it. All I had to do was just be there and only a true parent can understand this... it was the greatest feeling I have ever felt. So many look for unconditional love, but never find it, yet I found it, when I wasn't looking for it. Don't kids just amaze you sometimes, even when they aren't trying to. =-)

"Many are Loved because they are Rich.... Yet, I am Rich, because I am Loved... "
- Anthony Dickerson

FUBA

Freestyle II - Blogaholic

Hi, I'm Ant, and I'm a Blogaholic...
I can't stop, like a crying baby with cholic...
It's been 2 days, 12 hours, 25 minutes since my last entry...
fooled me, because, it felt like a century..
I wait til everyone is asleep at night..
Log on to Blog's and that's when I like to write..
Sometimes, when I'm alone, and in the mood...
I log on, and then I blog, in the nude...
But for real I can quit when ever i like...
See I just stopped.............. psyche.
Okay, so what, I got caught Blogging at work...
My boss just don't understand, no blogging jerk...
I mean, he didnt have to take my laptop and spoil it...
just cause he caught a brother, blogging on the toilet...
I mean officer, why I'm I under arrest...
Cause I got that "Blog Life" tattoed on my chest..!!!

Okay.. it's late and I am trippin just to make yall trip with me...
Men ... Women... I love yall... You guys keep me blogging...


FUBA

Diary of a Mad Black Man - Part I

Yes, I said it, I am proud to be black...
I wouldn't change my color, as a matter of fact...
Why am I, "not like a normal black"...
just cause I talk proper and know how to act...
Why do my own people say I talk white ...
I'm just educated, so I say I talk " Right "...
Yes, I went to college, good grades were made...
so why in the hell am I still under paid...
Why can't I go out and jog around my blocks...
why is it when white people see me, they lock the locks...
Why do the cops always have to run my plate...
cause they see me out riding in a nice car kinda late...
Why I gotta be slanging, just cause I get paid...
why the bitch at the pharmacy ask if I was on Medicad...
Even the act of shopping, has become a big deal...
Dude, I don't need your help, and I am not going to steal...
Listen, you freaks, there is nothing betweens us...
Stop charging me up, cause of the size of my penis..
I am constantly dissed cause of the color on my skin...
But open up a tanning bed, same fools jump in...
I saw the Color Barrier, I worked hard to break it...
Then my own race tells me, you'll never make it...
Then when I make it, they are quick to shout...
" Look at Tony, nothing but a sell out" ...
Black People Please Tell Me, What is the Deal...
If I was in the hood making babies, Would I have Kept It Real ???

FUBA - To be Continued.....

I Wish..... for my Buddy ( I won't call you out )

Recently, guy read my blog. Of course at first, I thought he was some derranged man trying to get at me. But he said he was moved by the things I wrote and he wished he could express himself the way I do. I asked him exactly what he meant. I came to find out he had made a choice to serve our country and to leave his family behind. He loved his wife and kids, but he was about to have to go again for his leave was almost over. So as I listened, thoughts came to me about how he felt and this is what I wrote for him, simply titled... " I Wish.. "

I Wish…
I wish I didn’t miss you,
I wish I didn’t care,
I wish I didn’t look for you,
Every time you weren’t there.
I wish I didn’t think of you,
While I lay awake in my bed,
I wish I didn’t want you lying beside me,
Instead of in my head.
I wish I didn’t miss your lips,
I wish I didn’t I miss your eyes,
I wish I didn’t miss your smiles,
I wish I didn’t have to say, all those good byes.
I wish I didn’t miss your touch,
I wish I didn’t miss your voice,
I wish I didn’t miss the smell of your hair,
I wish I didn’t have to make a choice.
I wish I didn’t need you,
I wish I didn’t want you to,
All these things I wished I didn’t,
But the problem is I do.
I wish things were different,
I wish we weren’t apart,
I wish I could get you out of my head,
So I could caress you in my heart.

FUBA - no thanks needed... you have done enough for us ALL !!!!

Ignorance !

I have this friend who will remain nameless, she is a very attractive white woman. She was with this white guy, they were engaged and soon had a child. While my friend did her best to become a Mom and wife, the guy never really came around to being a Dad or even Husband material. So they were never married and went their seperate ways. Recently, my friend gave in to her innner most desires and started dating black men. She had always had a thing for them, but kept the feelings repressed because of her family. She soon found a serious relationship with a guy from out of state. They flew back and forth to see each other trying to make it work. He is a nice guy, looking to settle down and he treats my friend right, as far as I know I think he does. On the most recent trip to see him, her family decided to tell her just how they felt about the situation. " We do not approve of what you are doing or who you are seeing. If you marry him, he is not welcome in our home. If you have any children by him, those children are not welcome in our home. " So much hate for someone they have yet to meet and for a child that has yet to be born.. Ignorance !
To you Pisicuta..

People are going to stare, because of who you date...
People are going to hate you, for the color of your mate...
People are going to ask you, why not date your race...
People are going to scowl, and laugh right in your face...
People are going to assume, you fell for the black man hype...
People are going to say it's not love, it must be the stereotype...
People are going to say, she must not be able to do any better...
People are going to mark you, with their own scarlet letter...
People are going to look down on you, for no real reason at all...
People will not look for you to succeed, but look for you to fall...
People are going to judge you, and condemn you from the start...
People are going to be cold to you, and try to tear you apart...
People are going to give you choices, Him or friends and family...
People are going to say they just care, and want to see you happy...
People are going say, your better off dating within your own...
People will even say, you are better off being alone...
No matter what people say, your feelings you can not hide...
Don't listen to what they say, let Love be your guide...
As wise man said, " it does not matter the color of the skin "...
" But what truly matters, is what lies within "...

What ever man you choose to love, Black, White, Italian, Chinese, Indian, or Hispanic.. if he is good to you and respects you and your daughter... by all means, be happy and be loved.

FUBA


Clean Out Your Medicine Cabinet

I'm in a little pain, so I went and popped a pill,
figured it help me relax, numb the pain, so I could chill,
But I must admit, my mind ain't too straight,
compounded by the fact that it's getting kinda late,
I feel kinda stressed, getting a little moody,
I must admit, I don't like the shape of my booty,
I was actually wondering, If I'd look good in a skirt,
then I noticed, my nipples starting to hurt,
For the oddest reason, I really don't know why,
I have the sudden urge, just to break down and cry,
Why my wife all up on me, trying to get at my penis,
Can't we just cuddle and relax, is sex all that's between us,
What the hell is going on, why am I acting this way,
Oh my God, I know a brotha ain't turning gay,
Then I noticed what had happened, and it really made me grin,
That pill wasn't for pain, it was my wife's hormones, Premarin....

I am trippin... just making you guys grin a little.. everything is back up and running and I will be back blogging as usual... Missed all of you...
Take Care...

FUBA - for those that still don't know... FUBA - For U By Ant....