Written By: Anthony Douglas Gere
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Artistry Selected By: Main Ad Centre
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licensing of mcwhorter management marketing
manufacturing 2005
Any unauthorized usage and or its likeness
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Just Like Coffee Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
I wanted to work a labor job to prove something that I haven't figured out yet,
and still wanted to be a closet millionaire that showed himself every now
and then and let people know I am who I really am. Its almost like I am
ashamed of both worlds and can't find a medium to be proud of. I'm caught
in a rat race in a arena I own and set the odds for me to win and lose with
the money I have earned and given away. I'm going nowhere fast and
destroying the very building I so proudly built with the same effort, but in a
different way, for the same reason. Its like being a lung surgeon that smokes
two packs of non-filtered cigarettes a day and wanting to cure cancer with no
knowledge of the disease. Its a struggle that no one is fighting, and more
like drinking something that taste just like coffee, but isn't, and wants to be.
But back to my search. My never ending obsession with the thing that
seems to elude me. Its like its close enough to see and smell, but too
far for me to reach or grab. It is elusive but I seem to be moving all
around it, and it around me. It is alive but seems dead in so many
peoples eyes. I want it but wonder if it needs me. I am simply confused
in a complex way. You know I have this very rare album by Terence Trent
d'Arby, and he has this song called surrender. In it, he talks about the
things he has gathered and has gathered him, and to get the things he
really craves, wants and needs, he must face facts and surrender to it.
That's how I feel about the love I search for. I must be its slave and not
try to own it like a car in my garage or oil painting hanging in my house. I
must understand that it is older than me, will be here after me and can
not be manipulated or bargained with or bought. Now knowing this and
knowing this is two different things, and being fearful is not one of my
strong suits. I have issues in believing I can do anything. You see it
was instilled in me as a youth and confirmed by my teachers and
mentors. But I have now only realized that I am not dealing with them,
I am dealing with self and that my friend is scary. I must lose control to
have something guide me. I must submit to have its full power and
seeing how nothing is guaranteed, is a gamble I have not been able to
make or play. You see being a business man, not a man in business,
but a business man, we deal with odds and certainties. The chances of
success and the longevity in our products and services, so going
against that training and way of life is not really normal. Now that what's
brings me back to working a labor job. It easy on one hand, but difficult
and hard on the other. I'm out of my norm, and I can't grasp the original
reasoning I am doing it now. But I made a promise to myself to relate to
others and remind myself that being humble is not an act of charity, it is
a way of life.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
I wanted to work a labor job to prove something that I haven't figured out yet,
and still wanted to be a closet millionaire that showed himself every now
and then and let people know I am who I really am. Its almost like I am
ashamed of both worlds and can't find a medium to be proud of. I'm caught
in a rat race in a arena I own and set the odds for me to win and lose with
the money I have earned and given away. I'm going nowhere fast and
destroying the very building I so proudly built with the same effort, but in a
different way, for the same reason. Its like being a lung surgeon that smokes
two packs of non-filtered cigarettes a day and wanting to cure cancer with no
knowledge of the disease. Its a struggle that no one is fighting, and more
like drinking something that taste just like coffee, but isn't, and wants to be.
But back to my search. My never ending obsession with the thing that
seems to elude me. Its like its close enough to see and smell, but too
far for me to reach or grab. It is elusive but I seem to be moving all
around it, and it around me. It is alive but seems dead in so many
peoples eyes. I want it but wonder if it needs me. I am simply confused
in a complex way. You know I have this very rare album by Terence Trent
d'Arby, and he has this song called surrender. In it, he talks about the
things he has gathered and has gathered him, and to get the things he
really craves, wants and needs, he must face facts and surrender to it.
That's how I feel about the love I search for. I must be its slave and not
try to own it like a car in my garage or oil painting hanging in my house. I
must understand that it is older than me, will be here after me and can
not be manipulated or bargained with or bought. Now knowing this and
knowing this is two different things, and being fearful is not one of my
strong suits. I have issues in believing I can do anything. You see it
was instilled in me as a youth and confirmed by my teachers and
mentors. But I have now only realized that I am not dealing with them,
I am dealing with self and that my friend is scary. I must lose control to
have something guide me. I must submit to have its full power and
seeing how nothing is guaranteed, is a gamble I have not been able to
make or play. You see being a business man, not a man in business,
but a business man, we deal with odds and certainties. The chances of
success and the longevity in our products and services, so going
against that training and way of life is not really normal. Now that what's
brings me back to working a labor job. It easy on one hand, but difficult
and hard on the other. I'm out of my norm, and I can't grasp the original
reasoning I am doing it now. But I made a promise to myself to relate to
others and remind myself that being humble is not an act of charity, it is
a way of life.
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