A little is more

Loose bricks and falling peices
Standing still makes me shake
Crazy in the side of time
No more choices to make
It's something you can't fix
At least not in that direction
You're getting burried right now
No one can lend affection
Don't struggle so much with this
Relax and hold your breath
Time always brings a new life
Even in the final death
It's something new
I don't care for outer thought
It's something that makes sense
Plus it's all I've got
I know I'm grinding hard
There's something with the small
A little light is just enough
Much more than nothing at all

meeting strange

Get messed up
get really bad
empty the cup
focus to mad
miserable yourself
make things worse
knock the shelf
force the curse
walk the dark
leave the light
Seek the arc
meet the night
get real blue
This way out
It's the few 
Leaving doubt
Eyes to pain
comes with change
face the strain
meet the strange

The calm

world cycle blue
The weight that holds
try to step on through
sickness comes in colds
nothing left to wait
the lines are no more
direction cant be straight
useless is the door
strangers are not strange
familiar more than not
trapped with constant change
alone is what you've got
lonely is not alone
the end is coming near
no more to be shown
chasing even fear
It leaves the under calm
it was always there
David sang in psalm
Now I start to stare

Hectic is withdrawal

It takes a lot of sweat
to keep the mind in dream
you lose it when you get
too far from their beam
hectic is withdrawal
when you try to pull away
not what brother saw
it's not a pretty day
friends turn into none
the cost to feel good
a lot turns into one
heading where it should
what's right comes in two
similar is the look
hard is what to do
written is the book
to read you need the light
to light you need the read
for peace you need to fight
for fight you need to feed

I saw I can do it (so I can)

I stepped out of myself
rose above and looked down
there was me and everyone else
I was playing the clown
I knew all the rules and tricks
but I thought that was only them
what comes in slowly sticks
and I saw what was within
it was then that I knew
i had to see it to feel
that it was what I could do
I was part of the deal
sometimes you need to see
yourself doing what you knew
to know that is for me
that's what I can do

I'm a winner (Who makes kids cry)

Some people might call me a loser because I can't support my family or pay my bills.  I just won a game of dodge ball, against a 7 year old, he cried, when I through the ball really hard and it hit him in the face.  I'm a winner.  Unless you're one of those people who thinks that a person who makes kids cry is a loser.  Some people just don't understand that winning is winning.

I don't have a job because I'm not a pussy. One thing I've learned is a mother of your children doesn't really like you to not have a job. Women look at men without jobs the same way a man looks at a woman with no vagina. That's not a good thing.

I'm from a rough neighborhood, Mission Viejo.  I used to go to the other side of the tracks.  Across marguerite.  It's just really hard to be super street wise in a really nice upper class hood.  I'm street.

Searching for shiver

I see it better
Exponentialy getting worse
I write the good letter
but attached is the curse
envisioning great
I live in the middle
it's all just a wait
I've lost at the riddle
touched by the gods
but now they've turned
what once was prods
has left me burned
laughter can heal
but also it kills
a victim to steal
a ride for cheap thrills
clearing the mind
touching the river
when do I find
what makes me shiver?