You

  
Four walls surround
Where nothing hangs but stains
From fists punching and pounding
The blood that dripped, left to dry
Like tears on cheeks from everyday living

No one cares but for their own affairs
While a single bullet sleeps in a cleaned out chamber
Held in hand, a gun
That mother carried if father got out of line
Too afraid to fire, the only virgin in this house, is a pistol

The mind rotates around, thinking
To take life and face the music
Everyone will call it suicide
Was he depressed?
Tired of waiting for someone else to win his fight

Inside and out
Living in self misery
Low self esteem,
He stares
At the ground, more than the sky

You’ve sent us angels with spears and swords
You’ve had prophets use language to inspire
You’ve sent us, terror from heaven
You’ve lost many battles
to the fucking devil

Funny thing I always say
I don’t believe in You
So why do I blame all my shit on You?
You’ve done more for me than anyone else
You left me alone

Ax

Hi friends. Thank you for all the love received. likes and comments. the comments i get to reply faithfully and hope i dont miss anyone. if i ever did, my apologies. to those who press like without a comment, thank you so much. i dont get to do that so making up for the lost time, thank you, thank you. hope everyone is well πŸ™β€οΈ

I’m taking a break from writing but still reading you. am not disappearing. just not writing, well except with Tiffany for the Starseed series we’ve just started.

see ya

Antony xx

Freedom Β  Β ii/ii

  
A journey to the unknown
All on a whim and a hope
Better than the current state

Lost in all aspects of time
Caught in the trap as the world evolves
Machines and super cars, being on time is lame

So many channels to choose
Repeating, repeating the same news

Take out dinners with two working parents
Kids surfing inside seeing what it’s like outside

Bank loans and credit checks
Bills and more bills, to pay
In the end, not enough to contribute to the 401K

Wouldn’t it be something, to walk away
Plant yourself on a beach, somewhere
And let the waves carry you…

A choice not easy to make
Leaving behind on how you survive

So many depend on you, right?
Can’t disappoint, you’ll be called a shmuck

Do or don’t it’s up to you
But rest assured
You own it

Freedom is the word
Freedom has a choice
Freedom, it’s called A Right

Ax

To non USA citizens like me, 401k if you didn’t know is a Registered Retirement Savings Plan in the US.