tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144410212012-01-11T09:33:09.372-08:00Just some of my many thoughts from along life's path...Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-30274082776308093292010-02-22T10:55:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:57:20.086-08:00

I ask you, what is your glue?Most relationships are based on looks, the usual type of glue,Hair recedes, figures get lost, nothing else to hold on to.Other relationships are based on money, another form of glue,but when times are hard, the money is gone, the couple splits in two.Some realtionships are based on Sex, the most common type glue,but what happens after the thrill is gone, basically,

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-21196082114240456202010-02-22T10:54:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:58:30.316-08:00

I sit here dazed and confused, Tears streaming down my eyes,Wondering how the woman who loved me, Now I, she does despise.I change myself over and over, Trying to be the man she wanted,Even though by my former self, I was often haunted.No I am no where close to perfect, And I have learned from my mistakes,And made a solemn vow to this marriage, To make it work no matter what it takes.But lately

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-56477697094851087782010-02-22T10:53:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:54:16.149-08:00

time has no relativity, i am losing lucidity, unable to focus when i stop to think,catch myself sleeping when i blink,minutes to hours, hours to days,i've lost track of time, everything's a haze,things going on in life, i'm left not knowing,often passing myself, as i am coming and going,my sleep deprivation, is getting pretty serious,i often laugh at nothing, could i be delirious,i've lost

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-61055791846553791112010-02-22T10:52:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:53:29.742-08:00

when will they get…get, when they will…yet they still need more…more they need yet, still…they have much, yet not enough…enough have much, yet they, not…what they got blessed to have…blessed to have what they got…some will get what they deserve..deserve some, what will they get…yet most are still needing…needing, most still are, yet…bless someone this holiday...anthony 121906 @ 1648

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-35267936270682032302010-02-22T10:51:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:52:12.634-08:00

Resolution…Lord break me, Lord make me,Lord hold me,Lord mold me,Lord unhide me,Lord guide me,Lord reach me,Lord teach me,Lord please know me,Lord, your way, show me,Lord use me,Lord don't refuse me,Lord don't ignore me,Lord please restore me,Lord please one last chance, me,Lord please enhance me,Lord please, don't let me be the same in 2007,As I was in 2006…Resolved…Anthony 122606 @ 16:19

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-31693770099329741492010-02-22T10:50:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:51:23.964-08:00

i have began to think of myself more..of things I missed and used to ignore...things i enjoy and always wanted to do...things i stopped, doing mostly for you...things that weren't wrong, but just for me...things that made me feel alive and quite happy...yes, my family makes me happy, but i need more...i have been grounded so long, socially i need to soar...i am dying inside, this is something i

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-59098900364364778412010-02-22T10:48:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:50:38.723-08:00

hi, i'm anthony and i am pretty quick witted...been known to say something, and you probably won't get it...my statements are left field and kinda like a grenade...you probably wont understand until the next one is made...been known to make a joke at someones elses behalf...and everything to me is funny if you remember to laugh...not really into being stressed out and real serious...but i will

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-85953131958511287582010-02-22T10:47:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:48:34.668-08:00

i miss the sound of voices...i miss the sound of laughter...i miss the sound of footsteps...i miss the sound of screams, day and day after..i miss the sound of the TV...i miss the sound of a video game...i miss the sound of my dog barking...i miss the sound of my name...i miss the sound of slamming doors...i miss the sound rattling dishes...i miss the sound of kids fussing...i miss the sound of

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-43451421375904430192010-02-22T10:45:00.002-08:002010-02-22T10:46:41.873-08:00

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

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-3985086556445924202010-02-22T10:45:00.001-08:002010-02-22T10:45:53.505-08:00

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

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-72118941804030343542010-02-22T10:42:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:43:06.662-08:00

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

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-12786585477614211032010-02-22T10:38:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:39:22.573-08:00

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

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-70366666055976999432010-02-22T10:37:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:38:16.386-08:00

I WishI wish I didnt miss you,I wish I didnt care,I wish I didnt look for you,Every time you werent there.I wish I didnt think of you,While I lay awake in my bed,I wish I didnt want you lying beside me,Instead of in my head.I wish I didnt miss your lips,I wish I didnt I miss your eyes,I wish I didnt miss your smiles,I wish I didnt have to say, all those good byes.I wish I didnt miss your touch,I

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-20272672240172053452010-02-22T10:35:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:36:28.705-08:00

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

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-76340559109743111532010-02-22T10:30:00.001-08:002010-02-22T10:30:24.740-08:00

Just a random thought:People will spend close to 56 hours a week trying to get some rest..People will spend more than 40 hours a week at work trying to get ahead...People will spend about 20 hours more or less on the computer to get relaxation...People will spend about 15 hours a week at the table.. Trying to get full...People will spend 8 hours a week at a gym trying to get in shape....People

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-41004223381242146992010-02-22T10:27:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:28:14.900-08:00

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

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-41258828657098354362010-02-22T10:25:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:26:41.688-08:00

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,

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1155449799381153322006-08-12T23:08:00.000-07:002006-08-24T19:14:20.276-07:00

night after night, i can never get to sleep...i sit and listen closely, for you to make a peep...i over analyze, every sound you make...looking at your ches,t for every breath you take...sometimes you moan, others you scream in pain...you call on God or you'll call out my name...you say you're so tired, of living this way...so desperately wanting Him, to take the pain away...the girls worry so

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1153739388352228702006-07-24T04:09:00.000-07:002006-08-16T21:21:45.630-07:00

I remember you keeping me warm,I remember you keeping me from harm,I remember you calling me "TuTu" everyday,I remember you making my closet Ghost go away,I remember you swimming with me as a kid,I remember you loving me no matter what I did,I remember when you drove the bus, I rode by your side,I remember the sound if your belt, as it struck my backside,I remember you making food that I didn't

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1153739341039093692006-07-24T04:08:00.000-07:002006-08-16T21:29:11.096-07:00

Don't you find it rather strange,That a person likes who you are, as long as you, Change?Loving and laughter, all the while you were pursued,Never caught on you were being, Subdued?Putting everything right in your lap,Poor, Poor, Man, you fell in a, Trap?Come on dear Man, you can't trap the willing,You are the one, that made yourself so, Appealing?You have no one to blame, where your life did go,

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1152329516197032922006-07-07T20:31:00.000-07:002006-08-16T21:31:30.290-07:00

I give her, that familiar stare…Try to walk past me, if you dare…Push her firmly, against the wall…Tearing at clothing, removing them all…Nibble her ear, kiss her neck…Slightly bite her lip, keep her in check…Sample her nipples, as I caress her breast…Kneel, put her leg on my shoulder, let it rest…Look up, I see the look in her eyes…With my mouth, I tease her thighs…I kiss her “lips”, as passion

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1152329465599575902006-07-07T20:30:00.000-07:002006-07-07T20:31:05.613-07:00

Heart for sale, really one of a kind,Rarely abused, hard to find,Kept strong with cardio, 5 times a week,Loving, compassionate, sometimes meek,Looks great, and is structurally sound,In certain instances, it's been known to pound,Has never, ever, skipped a beat,Not slown down, by lots of red meat,Not damaged, by liquor, drugs, or smoke,But I must admit, once it was broke,Not filled with pain, from

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1150737643127575282006-06-19T09:54:00.000-07:002006-08-16T21:34:57.616-07:00

To the mysterious Evonda, or whom ever is using you as a facade. This is what you want me to believe: That you start a blog (with no picture or profile information), find me after 14 years of never speaking, on the exact same week my Brother gets mad at me about my Blog, my neice sees my blog, and He makes my Nephew get rid of his blog. The odds of that happening are like 500,000 to 1, or greater

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1148749998861402512006-05-27T10:10:00.000-07:002006-08-16T21:37:54.290-07:00

together we often lied-together we both cried-we had a few meetings-shared many of dad's beatings-you always looked out for me in school-even though "sweet d" was just too cool-but when dad left you blamed our mother-i hated you for that and we lost each other-you had so much animosity in your heart-it tore you, me, and our mother apart-part of me was crushed and hard to mend-cause i had lost my

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1148749827422341392006-05-27T10:09:00.001-07:002006-08-16T21:44:51.966-07:00

im sorry that i caught your eye like you did mineim sorry that i could never get you off my mindim sorry that i came to you when your family had a wreckim sorry that you came to my best friends funeral out of respectim sorry we were both in pain and needed each other so muchim sorry i loved the way you made me feel and decided to keep in touchim sorry that i spoiled you putting you before

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1148749787457356642006-05-27T10:09:00.000-07:002006-08-16T21:40:34.990-07:00

Do not be lured in, by wordly temptation,to brielfy satisfy, carnal self gratification.Be ye not sub-dued, by the will of the flesh,Be one with God, until the time comes to mesh."Showing someone you love them", is a subtle deviation,a convenient excuse, for premarital fornication.Love is more spiritual, deep, and very complex,and in the long run, has nothing to do with sex.So keep you minds,

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1148749734805554162006-05-27T10:08:00.000-07:002006-08-16T21:49:19.930-07:00

This is the second piece I wrote that same early morning:When my Lord and Saviour, arose from the dead,and rolled that heavy stone, away from His death bed.He gathered all of His disciples, before it got too late,and advised them all, on how He wanted to celebrate."Advise all the women, that live in every town,to adorn the heads with hats, and wear their finest gown.Advise all the men, that dwell

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1148749665288870132006-05-27T10:07:00.000-07:002006-08-16T21:51:33.676-07:00

Tossed and turned for about 2 hours trying to get rest, but I could not find rest til I wrote the things that were put on my heart. Here is one:Throughout the the world you will see, the Lukewarm Saint,Whom daily a facade, they must visually paint.The Lord wants you hot or cold, and filled with no doubt,For if your soul is lukewarm, He will spew you out.Do not dwell in His house, under false

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1142448127764705032006-03-15T10:40:00.000-08:002006-03-15T10:42:07.766-08:00

warm bodies in the bed..a caress upon my head..ringer off on the phone..a deep passionate moan..her nails grazing my back..the roll over backside smack..familiar seductive grin..full lips exploring my skin..hair draped across my chest..the feel of nurturing breast..the seductive look in her eyes..the gyration of her thighs..spooning where she wants to be..her caressing every inch of me..she has

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1142447859444797552006-03-15T10:36:00.000-08:002010-02-22T11:00:55.881-08:00

It's been so long since you've been healthy,yes it has been years...I sit and watch you try to grin and bare it,while you hold back the tears...I know that you are the only one,that is actually feeling the pain...But in a way I feel it too,and it is driving me insane...I want so much to make it all better,but there is nothing that I can do...The Doctor's keep saying nothing is wrong,but I can see

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1140057296398347052006-02-15T18:34:00.000-08:002010-02-22T11:01:36.844-08:00

I didn't go nuts on this day, or make things really hard...I didn't even go to Wal-Mart late, and try to buy you a card...I didn't go to Victoria's Secret, and buy you sexy lingerie...I didn't even buy you flowers, that will die and wilt away...I didn't go to the jewelry store to get you a necklace or a ring...As a matter of fact my love, I didn't get you anything...This year I chose to ignore

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1140057253411799692006-02-15T18:33:00.000-08:002006-02-15T18:34:13.413-08:00

Don't Rush.. read it slow,Take the words and digest,All you gotta do, is say Yes.You say that you want all of me,For me to give you my very best, All you gotta do, is say yes.But you have to give me your all,I will not accept anything less,All you gotta do, is say yes.I need you to be a source of relief,and not a source of stress,All you gotta do, is say yes.My heart, soul

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1138327391603824242006-01-26T17:52:00.000-08:002010-02-22T11:02:49.539-08:00

Now the truth...Becca was my She...She..Completes Me..Is all that I see..Is where I want to be..To my heart She..has the key..She..Understands Me..Never places demands on me..Never raises a hand to me..Or uses vulgarity..Loves so easily...With us no complacency..Has me..Thinking of getting on one knee..Family?...Expanding my family tree..Could this just be..A dream to meJust a wanna be..Or a

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1138075298619903322006-01-23T20:00:00.001-08:002006-01-23T20:05:54.606-08:00

Saturday...Sitting at the bar this morning, rubbing the hair on my head..Rubbing my eyes, finishing my cereal, wishing I were back in bed..Then out of know where a familiar smile, appears upon my face...For I can not get back in my bed, my oldest daughter has taken my place..I go to the window and open the blinds, notice my youngest is still asleep..So I turn off the TV that has been on all night

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1138075250624495092006-01-23T20:00:00.000-08:002006-01-23T20:04:03.780-08:00

The grass is always greener on the other side,is how things may seem,But I have found that the perfect relationship,is simply just a dream.Yes I saw the fence and greener grass,but I woke up and did realize,That if my grass doesn't seem too green,Maybe, I might need to fertilize.Now, don't let me confuse you,I will attempt to get it straight,So on the word " fertilize " ,let me now

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1138075206871168892006-01-23T19:59:00.000-08:002006-01-23T20:08:07.656-08:00

I was touched in the middle of the Night at 12:01am. I told myself I was not going to Blog or get on the internet the entire time I was out of town. But these words came to me and I could not shake them, and something said to me, " wake up and write it down ". Here is what came to me....It was not about the SHOPPING, making sure all got a gift,It was not about the many Holiday cards, from which

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1138075147370107682006-01-23T19:58:00.001-08:002006-01-23T20:09:28.103-08:00

Chorus:Just carry on, life goes one, so keep on writin..Put it down, no need to clown, just keep invitin..Be yourself, nothing else, and don't pretend...Cause in the end, a real friend, you can't EASILY Offend...Maybe I missed the point, of having a Yahoo Blog,basically, I thought it was just a freakin log,For things I like to do, and things I like to write,Post it up, and then send peeps a small

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1138075063706102652006-01-23T19:57:00.000-08:002006-01-23T20:10:11.836-08:00

I got in my car, and filled it with gas,got to I35, and just hauled ass,Not even knowing, what I was going to find,Or even if I'd get a chance, to clear my mind.Alone I ate breakfast, also lunch and dinner,but no appetite, so I was getting a little thinner.So I thought a little company, would help me eat,So I went out with some friends, for a change of beat.They were okay friends, barely remember

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1138075014646383812006-01-23T19:56:00.000-08:002006-01-23T20:22:15.746-08:00

My heart has been cold, from the very start,every since I saw my Dad, tear my Mom's apart.I figured I'd rather be alone, cold, and guarded,than be with someone, and end up broken hearted.But then I told myself, find someone you can trust,learn how to Love, because it is something that you must.So foolishly I let my guard down, and gave it a try,Never second guessing, or wondering why.But now, as

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1138074966785550082006-01-23T19:55:00.000-08:002006-01-23T20:29:04.276-08:00

After talking with a friend at the gym...I was just called an " Internet Whore ",cause with all you ladies, she assumes I try to score.She says, " they are all hoochies, with sex on the brain ",and I just need the attention, am I really that vain??She seems to think, I enjoy the naked pics,but I think she forgot, I get my fair share of pricks.I just like to write, but once again I will mention,I

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1138074902754003842006-01-23T19:53:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:40:33.436-08:00

Tony... you are so vain...I grew up in the shadows, of an older brother,some love from Dad, but most came from my Mother.Small in stature, never really stood out in the crowd,the only way I got attention, was to cut up and be loud.I was a good kid, with a good disposition,Got along with everyone, but women paid me no attention.I wasn't Mr Popularity, or the Star Athlete,I was rather thin, kinda

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1138074803093039382006-01-23T19:52:00.000-08:002006-01-23T20:15:28.250-08:00

I have no idea what it means to anyone.. not even myself... but it came to me at 3:41 in the morning... after a weird conversation about LOVE...I did not bother to check it.. I just wrote it down.. now I am putting it on my Blog. If you like it great.. if you hate it great... either way.. post your comment.. cause lately Love has confused the HELL outta me...How can you Love me, and you don't

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1132534974189643082005-11-20T16:47:00.000-08:002005-11-20T17:05:52.900-08:00

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

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhh... I just want to scream...I wish my life sometimes was just a dream...No more wishing my parents were together...seeing them piss away something that was forever...No more sitting at home, looking at the NBA...knowing I had a shot, and let it all slip away...No more trips to the hospital, watching my wife cry...no more hearing her say, she wishes she could die...No more watching my

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Time and time I hit the road,without having a care.Miles and miles I travel,going here and there.Every time I have made it home,to my kids and wife.When yet at the blink of an eye,God could have taken my life.Most of the time I would pray,and ask for traveling grace,And ask for His Angels to watch over me,til she and I were face to face.There are so many things,that didn't go wrong in my life.I

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Where do I begin ?Is it them or is it me,Doesn't really matter,this isn't going where it needs to be...I try to act interested,in what they talk about,but it really just disgust me,so I simply just X out...Everyday I pretend,I am something that I am not,just to be somewhat civil,to peeps I don't like a lot...Some are just weird,others are always depressed,Some are very weak minded,others just

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The first time I saw you,it was infatuation,the second time we met,it was an awkward situation.The next time we met,things were at a very rough time,We had both lost loved ones,for no reason or no rhyme.At that point we formed a bond,that no one could come between,You stole my heart and showed me love,so I took your hand and made you my Queen.Then you sacrificed your body and life,to do the most

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1122683272266850582005-07-29T17:14:00.000-07:002005-07-29T17:27:52.270-07:00

Thank you for all of your comments, but there is something you have to understand, everything I write should be painting a picture of me. Everything I express is either from my life or about me as a person. I could easily just write paragraphs about me and my family, but where would the challenge be in that. Every one that really knows me, knows that I am not that boring or that simple. Simple

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Last night close to midnight,a part of me finally died,I realized all my efforts were in vain,no matter what I tried.I spent so much time running,giving in to life's temptation,Not following my life's calling,a blessing through God's Salvation.But now I know what I must do,for God and I to truly mesh,I must surrender my soul, give up my heart,and ultimately, Kill my flesh.No one can enter the

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The first time I heard their first little cries, I knew my life was going to change. And the first time we looked into each others eyes, I knew they had my heart. I never really knew how much I could Love until they came into my life. I never wanted to give so much of myself to anyone without expecting anything in return. When I held them in my arms, it just sent chills down my spine, just

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It seems as though,there has been some confusion,It seems being black,is just an illusion.It seems as though,it can be the way you walk,And others say,it's a way you can talk.I heard the other day,as a matter of fact,Being black,is a way you can act.Sorry all of you posers,I got some bad news,Being black,isn't something you choose.Being black,comes with a certain hitch,when things get rough,you

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Your Birthdate: June 24Born on the 24th, you have a greater capacity for responsibility and helping others than your may have realized.You may also become the mediator and peacemaker in inharmonious situations.Devoted to family, you tend to manage and protect.This birth date adds to the emotional nature and perhaps to the sensitivities.Affections are important to you; both the giving and the

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1121906322169470832005-07-20T17:34:00.000-07:002010-02-22T11:05:24.157-08:00

Love is loving them so much,and you really don't know why,Love is hating them so much,it makes you want to cry.Love is emptiness,when ever your alone,Love is insanity,when everything is gone.Love is anarchy,when all you want is peace,Love is the thought of losing them,makes your heart want to cease.Love is what it is,it can't really be defined,Love is what I have,yet also what I have left

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1121905604496130932005-07-20T17:19:00.000-07:002005-07-20T17:26:44.500-07:00

Just the other day, I lost a close friend of mine from High School. It was a tough time that day, but I got through it. The thing that is so amazing about it is, I got Mad Love and Strength from directions I did not expect it to come from. It just goes to show, you never know who really cares about you until things get really thick. So this shout out is for those that showed up when I needed ya..

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There is so much on my mind...so many things that need to be said...my mind is just flooded with emotions...all I can see is red...Who can I really trust...Who can I really believe...what are people trying to find...what are they trying to achieve...So many fair weather friends...I have hanging around...So many soon disappeared..when things had me down...What are you trying to show me...what are

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1121792790677363452005-07-19T10:06:00.000-07:002005-07-19T15:34:59.363-07:00

Procrastinate: pro-cras-ti-nate: to postpone doing something, especially asa regular practice.Procrastinator: pro-cras-ti-na-tor: one who procrastinates.It is strange how the loss of a close friend can make you reflect on yourown life, how it brings into focus those things that have been out of focusfor so long. In reference to keeping touch with old friends, have we becomeprocrastinators? I

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1. First Name: Anthony2. Were you named after anyone: My Dad's best Friend3. Do you wish on stars? No I pray4. When did you last cry? When I lost my Grandmother5. Do you like your handwriting. I print everything, couldn't write in cursive to save my life.. but it looks good.6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Roasted Turkey Breast7. What is your birth date. 6/248. What is your most embarrassing

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1121731039131535802005-07-18T16:20:00.000-07:002006-07-31T16:20:38.980-07:00

What I was doing 10 years ago:10 Years ago I had just gotten married.. finished college... looking for a bigger place for my first Daughter on the way.5 years ago:I was given my own Footaction and 4 others to oversee.1 year ago:I lost my Baby... Bear.. my German Rott... still miss him..Yesterday: I was puttin the hammer down at Spikefest.. had a blast even thought I am 4 shades darker.5 snacks I

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1121726113978823792005-07-18T15:21:00.000-07:002005-07-18T15:35:13.983-07:00

I was thinking on how things were back in the day.. And I asked a few of today's modern women why instead of cooking they order out all the time and instead of cleaning they have a maid that comes in twice a week. They replied to me, " we are not like the women of old, we have careers so we don't have time to do all that stuff, plus it is so much easier to get someone else to do it for you ".

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Spike Fest was very fun. We played well the first day and qualified to come back on Sunday. Sunday started out very bad.. two of our team mates decided to show up at 9:00, which was fine, but our game was at 8:15. We held our own but it was hard playing them 3 on 5 and losing 2 points on every rotation because of the missing players. The losers bracket was not so bad, we ran though it pretty easy

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1121295020896022692005-07-13T15:39:00.000-07:002005-07-13T15:50:20.900-07:00

Just a random thought:People will spend close to 56 hours a week trying to get some rest..People will spend more than 40 hours a week at work trying to get ahead...People will spend about 20 hours more or less on the computer to get relaxation...People will spend about 15 hours a week at the table.. Trying to get full...People will spend 8 hours a week at a gym trying to get in shape....People

Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08590949366982811318noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441021.post-1121228373678141042005-07-12T21:15:00.000-07:002005-07-12T21:19:33.683-07:00

This is Ant... why did I start a blog.... just so I can spit out random thoughts for people that want to know me to know me even better....Do I care how you feel about me... not at all.... you might like what I post.. you might hate what I post... but no matter what... if ya come at me.. I am coming right back at you....This is Just the Beginning of:" The World According To Ant.. "

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