The Blind Date

We realized the blind can’t lead the blind…

When I open my eyes I search for your face

It escapes my vision, not quite in my point of view

You aren’t exactly what I hoped for is plastered on both of our faces

You shudder as I inch closer to you and avoid my attempted greet and embrace

This reminds me of the chase but normally both people are in the race

Perhaps this was a mistake plays in my mind like an old record player

It constantly skips the best part

We realize that the blind can’t lead the blind

So I close my eyes and open them again

Hoping that just maybe this time it will be different

Maybe all of my time won’t be annoyingly spent

I’ve gotta stop letting my friends set me up on these things

As that thought crosses my mind, my phone rings

Sigh. This is an emergency and I’ve gotta run

Dodged a bullet, now I can go have some real fun (Netflix and leftovers)

 

 

 

 

Peace and Love,

 

Michael Anthony

 

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The Enemy’s Games

Oh how the enemy loves to play their games

Trapping us at the moment when we go insane

For that second or 3, we have given them the power over us

Power over our attitude and actions

Although we can only blame ourselves by letting the enemy get that close

The enemy will go to any lengths and that is what hurts the most

No matter the detriment no matter the cost

The enemy plays with our minds and our hearts

Attempting to scramble them and tear us apart

Why do we give this power to someone we don’t know?

Are we afraid to give the power back to ourselves?

Be strong in the times that the enemy perceives us as weak

All we can do is pray that the hand doesn’t land on the other cheek

Pray that the mistakes the enemy catches us in, won’t destroy our joy

Pray and decide to never let the enemy win again

Oh how the enemy loves to play their games

They won’t win this time

I have the upper hand, the royal flush, the ace in the hole

Enemy, you won’t win my soul.

–Michael Anthony

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Whispers controlled. 

“Slightly disrupted from this uncomfortable situation. Why would she do that ? Trust ? What happened to that, I thought I could depend on her and I thought she loved me? Disappointed is how I feel.” That’s all he could think, all he could muster up was a million questions with no answers as he catches his mom in the most uncomfortable situation.  ( More coming soon ) 

The Successful Failure

What is your definition of success?

Each day I wake up with a new idea, a new dream, and aspiration only to realize that just like leaves on a tree they all blow and wither away. Am I not thinking hard enough or trying hard enough. Or maybe it’s my dreams, maybe they aren’t good enough maybe I’m trying to achieve something that just isn’t for me. Could it be? Could it be that all this time I was just living in the clouds about my abilities and talents. I wonder, I wonder if I’m really mean to do great things or am I just great at mediocrity. For real! Have you ever asked yourself the same questions? What were your answers? I don’t know maybe this liquor has me feeling a way, has caught up in my feelings as I long for hope and a place to stay. Wanting someone to believe in me and to take my words as truth and light to see my ideas and invest in me with time and patience. To understand that I’m just trying to make a living, just trying to find the way or could it be that this is the way. Too many glasses of this cheap chardonnay has me feeling as if I could live for centuries and die in days. Can I? Will it let me? Will I be able to escape this mundane existence I’ve created for myself, locked away in an office everyday typing away about people’s lives that are more exciting than mine. People who actually achieved things and who get paid for it, people who climb mountains and have seen seas. While I sit here hoping to achieve the same, what is hope? What is hope if I can’t bring it to fruition, If  I can’t swim the sea, If I can’t–I just cant! I can’t do anything but sip this wine and think of the dream never realized, what type of life is this to live in this office everyday, glancing at people who have no sympathy. They don’t care about the things that bother me. They don’t understand me! What success have I achieved if all I do is interview people about the exciting shit they do?! None. That’s the answer, then I think to myself, ” I really look crazy right now, talking to this glass of wine”. But oh well.