Quotes by Anthony Liccione

The paper is my savior, the pen my blood, to words that shed my world.

We are all actors, set on the stage of the world, as the curtains open we put on our best performance to this audience of life.

Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!

Sometimes we are that fly in the house, that thinks it sees an open window. So it crawls to, or flies head-on into clear glass. At times getting stuck between the storm and pane, it dies in the windowsill under a tormenting, hot sun.

Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

Dont let reality, get in way of your dreams.

The truth is were all dying, the lie is were all living.

They have their opinions, but we have the answers.

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

If a man brags about his sex life hes a stud, but if a woman brags about her sex life shes a slut.

Most people give up finding their soul mate, and settle down to just having a flesh mate.

Sex swims in marriage, while sex sinks in sin of being single.

A smile will go the mile, while a frown will take you down.

Children dont understand, when things arent given. The single parent struggling to provide; how they sacrifice themselves, by sweeping their dreams and goals under the table, just to bring bread and beans on the table.

Nowadays, a simple faulty brake light traffic stop, can get a black person killed. Its better to fix the broken light bulb, then having to face and cooperate with a senseless police officer.

They were shiny, shiny people that were bright like light bulbs, but there I stood out like a sore thumb, my dimness flickering self, and they saw it and removed themselves from me, forming their circle of light. Until the night died, they never noticed when the sun broke open its skull of rays, where I laid by the stop sign.

These days, its better to look poor and be safe, than look rich and be a victim.

Two people pass each other. As one looks upon the others skin color, the other is looking back at their appearance. Both justifying, how better and righteous they are, in their own insecurities.

There is coming a day, when freedom will just be a essence of the mind, an inner dwelling that was once physically attainable. They will tell you where you can live, and what you can wear and drive, what and how much you can eat and drink, and how to purchase those. They will strip you of your religion, race, gender, national origin, age, color, creed, views and power, and have control of the population. They will set in a new world order, and put you in the back of the line, marked and branded. Everything before will be erased, and the new will be manipulated. And what you believe most, can only be kept secret, for all must fall in line of their govern. Anything outside will be abolished. Even death, will be sought, but restrained. They will execute complete and total control over everything, and be sole owners of your soul. The light, that once guided will go dim, and liberty will be like an unwilled bird, suppressed in the cage of your ribs; wings cut off.

A small world where people know each other, and still so deep, able to get lost.