Written By: Anthony Douglas Gere
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likeness is prohibited by law.
Music Provided By: SEMusic
Artistry Selected By: Main Ad Centre
All Material is protected by law under the
licensing of mcwhorter management
marketing manufacturing 2005
Any unauthorized usage and or its
likeness is prohibited by law.
Public Confessions from Secret Admirer
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Looking back on what I want and need for this theory to display, I’m thinking about the three
decades it has taken me to put this down on paper, or computer screen (smile). I guess it all
started when realizing how bankrupt my soul and heart was, and how now in looking back
into the future, when it became or will become, enriched with life. How deprived I was
making myself, or how self inducing a formula to counteract my plan or main focus once
things started to go as planned, was playing a vital role. In looking at the reflection in the
mirror, I’m wondering, how big is the smallest thing in your life, when or if it means anything
to you and nothing to someone else, when you realize what that thing actually is? I’m
thinking about the treasure and trash similarities, the garbage and gold comparisons, as I
am the pleasure and pain syndrome. Now though that last statement is still somewhat still
up for debate, the universal spirit inside of my body has found its master in its; higher power,
God. But even his gift to me in delivering another to unconditionally share my life with, has yet
to come or be united with me the way I believe I want and need it to be. So that is why I said
that last statement is current, but not totally accurate, because the process is still ongoing,
and or, in place. I’m living proof of the old cliché, be careful of what you wish for, because
you just might get it, or it just might come true. I’ve often asked for things, and when they
arrived or did come along, I found myself lost and not completely ready for my requested gift
or blessing. So that alone, is a theory to write about in its self, and can also be considered,
a gift and a curse. But coming from where I’m from, it seems as though that all that is
around me, cant wait to leave the area it was created in. We all want to leave it for different
reasons, using different ways and vehicles to escape from it. Formulating a plan based
on what’s in front of us, what we think is out there for us, and our ability to obtain or
achieve it. But I’m now thinking about why like many, do I want to stretch the limits of my
life, and journey to parts unknown by me or my imagination. I’m wondering while my
mind is wandering, in the grand ole scheme of things, does the prophet really profit
from the knowledge he or she has? I once wrote that even in the nicest part of town, or
within your own environment, there’s a middle ground, penthouse and ghetto. I’m not
solidifying the definition of each place in a material way or by the objects seen. But in a
mindset and need to perfect perfection from a perspective based on perceptions. I
wrote before, within the world, your country, your state, county, city, block, home, room
and self, there are elements that clearly outshine each other. Maybe this is the self
motivation one needs or summons within themselves to achieve, and create some sort
of acceleration process inside all of us, to improve the less or under developed. Its not
that things are of less quality, but being compared to what’s around it, it may seem to
appear to the naked eye, that it is of less and higher value when you look at it and the
things that encompass it. In growing up, I was vertically torn at the thought of the things I
witnessed in others. I’ve always been the curious type. The type that silently makes
things happen, and use a stealth like method, to conquer my quest. But I was torn
because it was of different elements of what I was growing up around, and I seen the
benefits from both away and at home. I would often come home and tell my parents,
“ Tommy or Mary’s parents gave them this or that”, and could I have it, or one day
soon, find a way to obtain it? What I didn’t see was the things that they didn’t have
that I did, and how fortunate I was to even have the privilege to even know that they
existed or what they were. It makes one wonder if it is true, that we all want the things
we can’t have? Or is it even more true, that stolen sweets are sweeter, in the nectar
called life? These are a few things we will attempt to conquer in this theory I call,
“ Public Confession from a Secret Admirer”. So welcome, and I hope you enjoy and
follow along. Unconditionally of course.
In displaying the admirations of my will, I’m trying not to use too many words to define it.
I feel that in some cases, less is more, and to try and explain the unexplainable, will
dilute the potency in your appreciation to the thing(s) or event. So if I get long winded in
this, take a breath for me, and give me the benefit of the doubt in not having the
capabilities to condense this concentrated formula. I ask that if not today or soon, one
day in the near future, watch the series of Rocky movies from the beginning to the end.
Right now, I’ve heard that Mr. Rambo himself, is making a sixth silver screen classic, so
for times sake, just watch the first three or four for now. Now on the surface, the movie
may seem to revolve around sports, or boxing to be more specific, but that is not entirely
true. It is extremely inspirational, knowledgeable and the core of the movie centers
around perspectives and priorities.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Looking back on what I want and need for this theory to display, I’m thinking about the three
decades it has taken me to put this down on paper, or computer screen (smile). I guess it all
started when realizing how bankrupt my soul and heart was, and how now in looking back
into the future, when it became or will become, enriched with life. How deprived I was
making myself, or how self inducing a formula to counteract my plan or main focus once
things started to go as planned, was playing a vital role. In looking at the reflection in the
mirror, I’m wondering, how big is the smallest thing in your life, when or if it means anything
to you and nothing to someone else, when you realize what that thing actually is? I’m
thinking about the treasure and trash similarities, the garbage and gold comparisons, as I
am the pleasure and pain syndrome. Now though that last statement is still somewhat still
up for debate, the universal spirit inside of my body has found its master in its; higher power,
God. But even his gift to me in delivering another to unconditionally share my life with, has yet
to come or be united with me the way I believe I want and need it to be. So that is why I said
that last statement is current, but not totally accurate, because the process is still ongoing,
and or, in place. I’m living proof of the old cliché, be careful of what you wish for, because
you just might get it, or it just might come true. I’ve often asked for things, and when they
arrived or did come along, I found myself lost and not completely ready for my requested gift
or blessing. So that alone, is a theory to write about in its self, and can also be considered,
a gift and a curse. But coming from where I’m from, it seems as though that all that is
around me, cant wait to leave the area it was created in. We all want to leave it for different
reasons, using different ways and vehicles to escape from it. Formulating a plan based
on what’s in front of us, what we think is out there for us, and our ability to obtain or
achieve it. But I’m now thinking about why like many, do I want to stretch the limits of my
life, and journey to parts unknown by me or my imagination. I’m wondering while my
mind is wandering, in the grand ole scheme of things, does the prophet really profit
from the knowledge he or she has? I once wrote that even in the nicest part of town, or
within your own environment, there’s a middle ground, penthouse and ghetto. I’m not
solidifying the definition of each place in a material way or by the objects seen. But in a
mindset and need to perfect perfection from a perspective based on perceptions. I
wrote before, within the world, your country, your state, county, city, block, home, room
and self, there are elements that clearly outshine each other. Maybe this is the self
motivation one needs or summons within themselves to achieve, and create some sort
of acceleration process inside all of us, to improve the less or under developed. Its not
that things are of less quality, but being compared to what’s around it, it may seem to
appear to the naked eye, that it is of less and higher value when you look at it and the
things that encompass it. In growing up, I was vertically torn at the thought of the things I
witnessed in others. I’ve always been the curious type. The type that silently makes
things happen, and use a stealth like method, to conquer my quest. But I was torn
because it was of different elements of what I was growing up around, and I seen the
benefits from both away and at home. I would often come home and tell my parents,
“ Tommy or Mary’s parents gave them this or that”, and could I have it, or one day
soon, find a way to obtain it? What I didn’t see was the things that they didn’t have
that I did, and how fortunate I was to even have the privilege to even know that they
existed or what they were. It makes one wonder if it is true, that we all want the things
we can’t have? Or is it even more true, that stolen sweets are sweeter, in the nectar
called life? These are a few things we will attempt to conquer in this theory I call,
“ Public Confession from a Secret Admirer”. So welcome, and I hope you enjoy and
follow along. Unconditionally of course.
In displaying the admirations of my will, I’m trying not to use too many words to define it.
I feel that in some cases, less is more, and to try and explain the unexplainable, will
dilute the potency in your appreciation to the thing(s) or event. So if I get long winded in
this, take a breath for me, and give me the benefit of the doubt in not having the
capabilities to condense this concentrated formula. I ask that if not today or soon, one
day in the near future, watch the series of Rocky movies from the beginning to the end.
Right now, I’ve heard that Mr. Rambo himself, is making a sixth silver screen classic, so
for times sake, just watch the first three or four for now. Now on the surface, the movie
may seem to revolve around sports, or boxing to be more specific, but that is not entirely
true. It is extremely inspirational, knowledgeable and the core of the movie centers
around perspectives and priorities.