Written By: Anthony Douglas Gere
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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.
Why? Why Not! Page 1
By Anthony Douglas Gere
As I woke up from a sound sleep today, I reached for the telephone to silence
the sound of interruption, from three loud rings. My alarm had gone off at least
three or four times before this, and within the dream I was realistically having, I
mindlessly must have hit the snooze button a few times, to delay my start of
the day without knowing it. Last night was a blur, as I gazed at the television
looking right back at me. The morning news was on, but I must have fell asleep
in the early morning watching the movie, "Sixth Sense", starring Bruce Willis,
and that kid that seems to be getting a lot of work in Hollywood. As I sat up,
swung my body around to the side of my bed and reached for my house
slippers blindly with my feet, I found an article of clothing near the bed, that
didn't feel like mine. The night was coming back to me, and I'm now
remembering what I did to make me forget about why I had done it. Pain, that's
all I was feeling at this moment, as the root of this tree start spreading its leave
through my body like a yard. Pain from the classic villain we all know oh too
well, infidelity. I had been cheated on, and was acting out this pain internally
with some one else now, to get even with this culprit that had caused this pain.
I had gone out last night, felt sorry for myself and reflected on the many things I
could have done to make or not make this happen. But now I'm second
guessing myself on how I got to this point, while also not taking responsibility
for what this person had done to me. I'm mad and sad, but holding on to the
pride I need to keep radiant. A glowing smile to falsely save face for the world
that's awaiting me. But I'm not yet ready to face the streets, for I'm just waking
up from a sleep, I can't remember falling into. I'm trying to get my bearings and
relocate the person that's been betrayed by the greatest love he's ever know. I
not sure how I'm gonna do it, when, where or in what capacity. I'm wondering
should I go on, and ask myself why should I. And then answer to the sky, why
not.
Now to fully captivate this theory and mind set in me spilling my soul to you on
paper, I must take you back to yesterday, to explain my reasonings today. I've
been involved with this person intimately for years, and thought we were
operating on a level that set the standard for others to follow, I didn't realize
how much trouble we were in. We had money, power, fame, passion and a
future. We had seen each other through the good and bad times, the mishaps
and blessings and were soul mates and warriors battling life together, like we
knew it was coming. We were strong and focused, and established such a
repore from being honest with each other in our journey. Our goals and plans,
were as mutual as Omaha, and the only insurance we had, was that we would
be there for each other no matter what. We promised to be honest. We
promise not to make promises we couldn't keep and then something went
wrong. Either they lost faith, or I found something else to believe in. I feel as
though this could be partially my fault because, I was wanting something more
to stimulate me. I had actually start taking my dear love one for granted, and
not paying attention to their needs like I once did. But I thought we were
stronger than that. I thought our foundation was strong enough to fend off any
onlookers. I forgot that though you may have a garden with award winning
roses, you still need to water them and remove the dead leaves that don't fall to
the ground. I'm beating myself up, because I'm feeling beat down. I'm
wondering what's going on. I'm answering questions I've never asked, and
speaking to myself without say a word. I'm wondering why me, and then,
wondering, why not?
By Anthony Douglas Gere
As I woke up from a sound sleep today, I reached for the telephone to silence
the sound of interruption, from three loud rings. My alarm had gone off at least
three or four times before this, and within the dream I was realistically having, I
mindlessly must have hit the snooze button a few times, to delay my start of
the day without knowing it. Last night was a blur, as I gazed at the television
looking right back at me. The morning news was on, but I must have fell asleep
in the early morning watching the movie, "Sixth Sense", starring Bruce Willis,
and that kid that seems to be getting a lot of work in Hollywood. As I sat up,
swung my body around to the side of my bed and reached for my house
slippers blindly with my feet, I found an article of clothing near the bed, that
didn't feel like mine. The night was coming back to me, and I'm now
remembering what I did to make me forget about why I had done it. Pain, that's
all I was feeling at this moment, as the root of this tree start spreading its leave
through my body like a yard. Pain from the classic villain we all know oh too
well, infidelity. I had been cheated on, and was acting out this pain internally
with some one else now, to get even with this culprit that had caused this pain.
I had gone out last night, felt sorry for myself and reflected on the many things I
could have done to make or not make this happen. But now I'm second
guessing myself on how I got to this point, while also not taking responsibility
for what this person had done to me. I'm mad and sad, but holding on to the
pride I need to keep radiant. A glowing smile to falsely save face for the world
that's awaiting me. But I'm not yet ready to face the streets, for I'm just waking
up from a sleep, I can't remember falling into. I'm trying to get my bearings and
relocate the person that's been betrayed by the greatest love he's ever know. I
not sure how I'm gonna do it, when, where or in what capacity. I'm wondering
should I go on, and ask myself why should I. And then answer to the sky, why
not.
Now to fully captivate this theory and mind set in me spilling my soul to you on
paper, I must take you back to yesterday, to explain my reasonings today. I've
been involved with this person intimately for years, and thought we were
operating on a level that set the standard for others to follow, I didn't realize
how much trouble we were in. We had money, power, fame, passion and a
future. We had seen each other through the good and bad times, the mishaps
and blessings and were soul mates and warriors battling life together, like we
knew it was coming. We were strong and focused, and established such a
repore from being honest with each other in our journey. Our goals and plans,
were as mutual as Omaha, and the only insurance we had, was that we would
be there for each other no matter what. We promised to be honest. We
promise not to make promises we couldn't keep and then something went
wrong. Either they lost faith, or I found something else to believe in. I feel as
though this could be partially my fault because, I was wanting something more
to stimulate me. I had actually start taking my dear love one for granted, and
not paying attention to their needs like I once did. But I thought we were
stronger than that. I thought our foundation was strong enough to fend off any
onlookers. I forgot that though you may have a garden with award winning
roses, you still need to water them and remove the dead leaves that don't fall to
the ground. I'm beating myself up, because I'm feeling beat down. I'm
wondering what's going on. I'm answering questions I've never asked, and
speaking to myself without say a word. I'm wondering why me, and then,
wondering, why not?