Hi, my name is D. . . . D. Anthony and I’m an addict
It’s been exactly a month since I . . last used and . . .
I was good at first but now it’s getting harder.
I’ve tried to occupy my time so I wouldn’t think about it but when things slow down,
I still do
I’ve even resulted to harmless substitutes, trying to match that . . .
that High I used to get
But nothing works
Nothing gets me there like it did
Sometimes when it gets real bad,
I find myself sitting on the floor in a dark room
phone by my side
I think about calling,
just to get one more hit
This gone be my last time, I tell myself
I promise,
No more after this
But I’m lying . . . .
That’s why I end up not calling
because I don’t want to lie to myself any more.
Sometimes the dealer even calls me!
Trying to tempt me
That makes it hard to stay strong
We even had a deal that he’d leave me alone when I quit
Selfish bastard just can’t let go of a loyal customer though
I’ve been sober for 4 weeks, 3 days, and 12 hours
My name is D. Anthony and I was addicted to HIS LOVE
Friday, November 23, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
A Moment with the King
Shaking with grief, terror, and worry,
I went into my secret place and invited my King.
My body almost trounced by spirits of fear; I cried
Eyes shut with rivers streaming from them and a quick breath to be calmed by Him
“Lord let me walk. . . . each day with thee”
Trembling began to cease and inhaling retarded
“Lead me . . . . . guide me”
The rivers releasing, soon the waters cleansing.
Water poured and He began to cleanse me from head to toe,
Washing me anew for He knew the great changes that would commence thereafter.
Wan after dry, the common exterior cream would not suffice,
He rubbed on a mixture of oil and butter to penetrate and renew my skin.
Then He took a cleansing cloth to my face removing traces of rivers of guilt,
A warm cloth to the countenance to remove the mask of selfishness, and unconcern; the past was gone.
I went into to my secret place and invited my King.
He entered in and restored me.
I went into my secret place and invited my King.
My body almost trounced by spirits of fear; I cried
Eyes shut with rivers streaming from them and a quick breath to be calmed by Him
“Lord let me walk. . . . each day with thee”
Trembling began to cease and inhaling retarded
“Lead me . . . . . guide me”
The rivers releasing, soon the waters cleansing.
Water poured and He began to cleanse me from head to toe,
Washing me anew for He knew the great changes that would commence thereafter.
Wan after dry, the common exterior cream would not suffice,
He rubbed on a mixture of oil and butter to penetrate and renew my skin.
Then He took a cleansing cloth to my face removing traces of rivers of guilt,
A warm cloth to the countenance to remove the mask of selfishness, and unconcern; the past was gone.
I went into to my secret place and invited my King.
He entered in and restored me.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Life After Love
Life after love is hard It’s a hard concept to grasp
Like a lump in your throat, hard to swallow.
It’s like a dancer with no music,
poised and ready but the track never plays.
Standing there, in the starting position,
waiting And after minutes of paralyzing silence
she turns to the dj with a hopeful gaze but there’s nothing he can do.
The music won’t play.
Of course she can start without it and it’d be like a silent movie but the music makes the movement come alive.
It adds power to the pirouette arabesque into a lunge.
It gives it purpose.
It’s like a ball player with no ball.
Without a ball, there is no game.
Of course there is preparation with its absence like weight lifting and running drills,
But at the end of the day, Jordan is nothing without the rock.
The ball drives every step on the court.
Nobody moves until it is released from the ref’s hands and when it returns to the referee’s possession everyone halts.
There are no alley-oops, lay-ups, and slam dunks.
You can’t go hard in the paint nor will you ever get to anybody’s money without the ball.
It’s HOPELESS.
Just Like Life After Love.
Like a lump in your throat, hard to swallow.
It’s like a dancer with no music,
poised and ready but the track never plays.
Standing there, in the starting position,
waiting And after minutes of paralyzing silence
she turns to the dj with a hopeful gaze but there’s nothing he can do.
The music won’t play.
Of course she can start without it and it’d be like a silent movie but the music makes the movement come alive.
It adds power to the pirouette arabesque into a lunge.
It gives it purpose.
It’s like a ball player with no ball.
Without a ball, there is no game.
Of course there is preparation with its absence like weight lifting and running drills,
But at the end of the day, Jordan is nothing without the rock.
The ball drives every step on the court.
Nobody moves until it is released from the ref’s hands and when it returns to the referee’s possession everyone halts.
There are no alley-oops, lay-ups, and slam dunks.
You can’t go hard in the paint nor will you ever get to anybody’s money without the ball.
It’s HOPELESS.
Just Like Life After Love.
You Are
The sun that wakes me
The water that cleanses me
The air that keeps me
The force that drives me
The ground that catches me
The lesson that teaches me
You are . . . . . . . . .
The parent that spanks me
The teacher that inspires me
The friend that listens to me
The angel that blesses me
You are . . . . . . . . .
The lock to my key
The script to my movie
The chain to my charm
The peanut butter to my jelly
The lyrics to my song
The hammer to my nail
The stars to my sky
You are . . . . . .
The tears that I cry
The joy I cannot hide
The love in my heart
My man from the start
The passion that I feel
My dreams becoming real
You are . . . . . . every part of me.
The water that cleanses me
The air that keeps me
The force that drives me
The ground that catches me
The lesson that teaches me
You are . . . . . . . . .
The parent that spanks me
The teacher that inspires me
The friend that listens to me
The angel that blesses me
You are . . . . . . . . .
The lock to my key
The script to my movie
The chain to my charm
The peanut butter to my jelly
The lyrics to my song
The hammer to my nail
The stars to my sky
You are . . . . . .
The tears that I cry
The joy I cannot hide
The love in my heart
My man from the start
The passion that I feel
My dreams becoming real
You are . . . . . . every part of me.
Mea
Far too complex to summarize into words
A plethora of experiences has crafted an noble black queen and named her Mea
With a walk that captures the eyes of blind men she glides along her path of prominence with couth and humility
Her mouthpiece bears wisdom
Her eyes tell no lies
Her feet dance the dance of a soul for Jesus
She has a purpose to inspire by uplifting others in fact
But her downfall of insecurity sometimes extinguishes her internal flame
and at that point her wings unfold from behind her back carrying her to greater heights She IS Yours Truly
A plethora of experiences has crafted an noble black queen and named her Mea
With a walk that captures the eyes of blind men she glides along her path of prominence with couth and humility
Her mouthpiece bears wisdom
Her eyes tell no lies
Her feet dance the dance of a soul for Jesus
She has a purpose to inspire by uplifting others in fact
But her downfall of insecurity sometimes extinguishes her internal flame
and at that point her wings unfold from behind her back carrying her to greater heights She IS Yours Truly
A Beautiful Thing
It’s a beautiful thing when God shows you who he is.
It’s a beautiful thing when he takes you back after you’ve neglected him and done things that were not of him.
It’s a beautiful thing when God continuously blesses you when you don't deserve it but his grace and mercy proves to be everlasting
It's a beautiful thing when you can rest in his hand and let him be the potter and you act as the clay.
It's a beautiful thing when you can follow unbeknownst of the dark path he leads you on
It's a beautiful thing when you trust him and stand on unwavering faith no matter how many times you've been knocked down
It's a beautiful thing when you give yourself to him and live according to his will
It's a beautiful thing when others see Jesus in you
It's a beautiful thing when others long to be close to someone like you are to him
It's a beautiful thing when others find joy in your testimony
It's a beautiful thing when others are lead to him by you.
It's a beautiful thing to know God
It’s a beautiful thing when he takes you back after you’ve neglected him and done things that were not of him.
It’s a beautiful thing when God continuously blesses you when you don't deserve it but his grace and mercy proves to be everlasting
It's a beautiful thing when you can rest in his hand and let him be the potter and you act as the clay.
It's a beautiful thing when you can follow unbeknownst of the dark path he leads you on
It's a beautiful thing when you trust him and stand on unwavering faith no matter how many times you've been knocked down
It's a beautiful thing when you give yourself to him and live according to his will
It's a beautiful thing when others see Jesus in you
It's a beautiful thing when others long to be close to someone like you are to him
It's a beautiful thing when others find joy in your testimony
It's a beautiful thing when others are lead to him by you.
It's a beautiful thing to know God
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Suzy's Story
This is the story of a girl and her childhood friend. The girl's name was . . . . . . Suzy. Suzy and her friend grew up so happy together and they wer'e so close! Wherever Suzy went, her friend was right there with her. Her mom always told her, "Suzy hold on to her, she is a very special friend."
Suzy was always afraid of the day that they wouldn't be friends anymore. She had seen her other friends lose their bff's because their cold-hearted father's would take them away, and others . . . . . . they would lose their friends when a smooth talkin, cool walkin, make you forget about everybody else BUT Him type of guy came into the picture. But Suzy, she would make sure that that would'nt happen to her. Her friend stood by her through thick and thin. Through the influential cliques that were never up to no good and through the nice guys who turned into heartbreaking guys.
It seemed like Suzy's friend would always be there. Besides, she had never faced a reason to let her go. Suzy could remember her older sisters telling her, "Don't let any guys take her away because once she's gone, . . . . you can't get her back." But Suzy wasn't worried because she had never met any guy that could come between them.
Until . . . . . that day.
From the first time Suzy mentioned him to her friend, she knew all about the new guy Suzy had met. At first, he didn't seem much of a threat to their friendship cuz he wasn't that kind of guy.
But as time passed by, Suzy and her guy friend got closer and closer and as much as Suzy tried to fight it, she was growing farther and farther away from the most loyal friend she had ever had. Suzy could hear her mom saying, "Suzy, hold on tight. A friend like her is priceless." With this new guy in her life, who had more promise than any other guy she had met, Suzy started forgetting the
the value of her friendship with her childhood companion. She was growing up, into a woman. She started to think, maybe it was time for them to part ways. Then, every now and then, the voices of her older sisters would chime in saying, "If you let her go, you won't get her back."
For the longest, Suzy tried to take their advice because they had lost good friends like hers a long time ago and they never came back around. You see, Suzy knew that if she kept dating this guy, she would eventually end up neglecting her friend. He kept demanding more and more of Suzy and she kept giving. Until she was faced with a decision. Him or her. It was between her boyfriend whom everyone called George or the childhood friend whom everyone called virginity.
So yea, Virginity is what Suzy was thinking about giving up for George, this one guy who showed promis, who never spoke of having sex but making love. The longer they were together the harder it was. Suzy had seen so many of her friends turn on their so called "friends" and would talk about how good,bad,great,or absolutely horrible their experiences were. So now Suzy had a decision to make. Door # 1 or Door #2 . . . . . . . .. . . . . . .
Which do you think Suzy will choose?
Suzy was always afraid of the day that they wouldn't be friends anymore. She had seen her other friends lose their bff's because their cold-hearted father's would take them away, and others . . . . . . they would lose their friends when a smooth talkin, cool walkin, make you forget about everybody else BUT Him type of guy came into the picture. But Suzy, she would make sure that that would'nt happen to her. Her friend stood by her through thick and thin. Through the influential cliques that were never up to no good and through the nice guys who turned into heartbreaking guys.
It seemed like Suzy's friend would always be there. Besides, she had never faced a reason to let her go. Suzy could remember her older sisters telling her, "Don't let any guys take her away because once she's gone, . . . . you can't get her back." But Suzy wasn't worried because she had never met any guy that could come between them.
Until . . . . . that day.
From the first time Suzy mentioned him to her friend, she knew all about the new guy Suzy had met. At first, he didn't seem much of a threat to their friendship cuz he wasn't that kind of guy.
But as time passed by, Suzy and her guy friend got closer and closer and as much as Suzy tried to fight it, she was growing farther and farther away from the most loyal friend she had ever had. Suzy could hear her mom saying, "Suzy, hold on tight. A friend like her is priceless." With this new guy in her life, who had more promise than any other guy she had met, Suzy started forgetting the
the value of her friendship with her childhood companion. She was growing up, into a woman. She started to think, maybe it was time for them to part ways. Then, every now and then, the voices of her older sisters would chime in saying, "If you let her go, you won't get her back."
For the longest, Suzy tried to take their advice because they had lost good friends like hers a long time ago and they never came back around. You see, Suzy knew that if she kept dating this guy, she would eventually end up neglecting her friend. He kept demanding more and more of Suzy and she kept giving. Until she was faced with a decision. Him or her. It was between her boyfriend whom everyone called George or the childhood friend whom everyone called virginity.
So yea, Virginity is what Suzy was thinking about giving up for George, this one guy who showed promis, who never spoke of having sex but making love. The longer they were together the harder it was. Suzy had seen so many of her friends turn on their so called "friends" and would talk about how good,bad,great,or absolutely horrible their experiences were. So now Suzy had a decision to make. Door # 1 or Door #2 . . . . . . . .. . . . . . .
Which do you think Suzy will choose?
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