Moments that Pass

Dew on the grass and the flowers that bloom…

 

Morning dew fills the grass

Moments that pass

They are like blessings

Nothing in the present, future, or past

Moments that pass

Each day I’m here I laugh

Things could be worse

What have I done to make them better?

Moments that pass

When days get darker I remember the dew

Dew on the grass and the flowers that bloom

Moments that pass

Move over and make room

Something new is coming and going to change me

Am I ready or will it last?

These moments that pass

Rebirth and growth

Let these moments not pass me

I am ready

 

 

Peace and love,

Michael Anthony

 

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Can We Start Over?

Can we start over? Can we begin again?

Has my light shown itself to sin?

Where are you? Where is my trust in you?

Who in the hell do you think you are?

To come into my life and try to leave a mark.

To lie to me, to cry to me.

If this is love then I want a refund

It’s no longer fun, it’s no longer us.

Where is the trust?

Where is the person I thought I knew?

The person I could tell anything to.

The person that never judged me but instead trusted me, loved me and held me.

Where is this person?

You asked me, Can we start over?

Shit, I don’t know.

Can you take back the lies or the tears I had to cry?

My hope for us and my hope for you is that we can try.

The trust we had I no longer pursue.

Can we start over? Can we begin again?

Have I shown my light to you again?

Has my light shown itself to sin?

 

 

Peace and Love,

 

Michael Anthony

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P.s. This is art and does not reflect a current moment in my life.

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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Rocky Bridges

Can We Make it Across?

Tumbling stones slamming against the trail that we attempt travel.

Journeying through this mountain together understanding that there will be some obstacles in our path.

We come across a bridge that tests our strength and balance.

Can we make it across? What is it that stops us from trying?

Is it fear?

Fear of knowing that if we try we won’t succeed or fear that we will.

You have to try because we can’t keep playing around on these rocky bridges.

Peace and Love

Michael Anthony

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Unanswered

You say that you want to change?Release yourself from the chains? Free your mind from the pain? Release your body from the strain? Then why does this plague you so? What does it benefit you if you choose to not let it go? What peace could you know ? Have you asked yourself these questions? Have you learned these lessons? Or are you still waiting to answer them?

Michael Anthony

Cry Out: Trees

…cry out to be free.

Roots attach yourself to the Earth from which you’re planted and create life that is dwindling. Let the rain hit your leaves and fall down to the ground in which you are rooted. Giving you life and the ability to grow. Touch the sky as you are the natural skyscraper. Longing to stand , to bend, to branch out. We are like these trees crying out to live and to grow. We are a force of our own wanting to cry out. Cry out because of the violence, the negative changes that affect you daily, and cry out to be free. 

We Don’t Need That Now

We are here to look into the eyes of the thing that scares us the most, ourselves. We are frightened of all that we can do and be but the reason for that fear is not because we aren’t capable it’s because we aren’t simply depending on ourselves. Our fates, our plans, our dreams … no matter how hard we fight are always in the hands of others. Our success is in the hands of others but what is certain is that we can make plans that will continue to be just that, plans. However, what we have to give emotionally, spiritually, physically is not simple. Being caught up in the sad reality that we are not authors of our own fate as once thought of before is a big fat LIE! We do have a little control, a little say in how and where our success comes from, it’s called acceptance. Instead of letting people define us, we define ourselves by accepting all that we are and aren’t and all the power we have to control our destiny. There’s a saying I like to say to myself and I repeat it to myself everyday.

“Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”  – Reinhold Neibuhr

The next time you doubt yourself or your ability or come to this realization that I have known for a while. Remind yourself that you “don’t need this now.” There is more to life and to your success than just you and although plans and fates can be manipulated by others. They can never stop your progress, just slow you down.

Cry Out: Flowers

Among the roses lie the dying flowers, broken into pieces, searching for life.  The life has left them and all that is left are the wilted petals. So many layers to this flower but we only choose to see it as dying, we do not wish to pick this flower because it’s not “beautiful”. The flower cries out to be picked, cries out to be pretty too. Cry out flower, someone will hear you someone will replenish your roots with water. Someone will save you, if you are worth saving. Someone will heal you if you produce the scent that they want. Someone will pick you but should you be picked? Cry out until your tears make you grow again. Cry out until you bloom.

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 ) 

Finding Worth in the Middle of the Earth-6.25.2017

4AM?! Yep that’s the time I had to get up today because of another issue on that thing sitting on my nightstand. That thing that has us all hypnotized by it’s sleek metal and glass melding together to create our planners, “lives”, relationships! Oh how I wish I could throw this fine piece of glass and metal against the wall. Woken up again with the same old story and maybe that’s what the issue is, it’s the same old story some days change others remain the same but here I am again caught in this rhyming game. I know that there is more out there because who would’ve imagined this little piece of glass and metal running our whole lives, who would’ve dreamt it?! I tell you who, a rich son of a… There is so much that I can achieve but am I ready for it, being a little fish in this big pond (boring analogy, I know) can be so annoying. The potential lies within me, it lies within us all but taking that next step can sometimes be frightening especially at 4am…