windfalls...

For every step you make, they take two to break
Holding you down, stabbing your chest with a stake…
Branding you a sap, a cut-out, a fake.
assaulting you with a knife, a drill, a rake..

Your heart bleeds, they drink your blood like fools,
Pouncing on and ripping you till your passion cools…
With so much precision, using the right tools
Like a hyena, that plots, that laughs, that drools…

Like heart never mattered, in this day and age
You feel trapped in a small, dark and vile cage…

Your head in your hands, your heart cries
You’re not good enough, you are weak in their eyes
You look in the mirror as quickly as time flies…
a part of you screams and a small part of you dies.

But you know full well and you know true
Why you’re still standing here, black and blue…
They can ridicule you and everything you do…
Yet no angry, selfish spirit can ever break you…

When darkness falls and haunts you every day
Like a hungry beast running after its prey…

With not enough armor to make you strong and stay…
You just take it in, bow your head and…pray.

Hold your breath and go beyond brick walls
Be your own salvation answer your own calls
Don’t be a spirit that wilts, that melts, that crawls…
but do keep heart, keep watch for little blessings, little things…
little windfalls.

death of the old school dj

Whatever happened to the legends I wonder?
Those who really made sense and gave points to ponder…

Whatever happened to the on air greats, the best of the lot…
We’re now left with those who think they’re good when in fact they’re not.

Power is now sucked in and spat out and sprayed…
living hell for those who hoped, who wished and stayed…

It used to be an honor to be out there heard by many…
An opportunity anyone shouldn’t just take lightly…
A responsibility, a pride, a duty…
A decent profession that never really relied on beauty.

No heart now plays a role in any game…
Signs that the dance will never be the same…

Back when the Jeremiah Juniors, the North Andrews, the JoeShmoes ruled…
Now there are just a bunch of posers, oh they could’ve had me fooled…

The Logans, the Sargeant Peppers, the Sonny Bs…where could they be?
Their legacies were not passed on as one can clearly hear and see….

What a waste, so sad, so tragic…
No potential, no sense, no magic…

Who put out the fire? Did you pee on the fun parade?
Would you sacrifice decency as long as you’re getting paid?

Good humor, pure wit, kind words are lost…
Mocking entertainment is on at every cost…

You miss, you crave for the good old days…
The witty exchange as your music plays…

Ah, but now it’s clear and safe to say…
Today is the end, the death of the old school dj =(

unfortunate word play

People often forget how powerful words can be...
how much they make you either miss or see...

they can make someone smile,
they can make someone cry...
all depends on the words you choose to use...
like "yes" or "no", like "hello" or "goodbye"...

even the simplest things can be made complex...
just by how you say words, in this and that context...

it also matters how you mean it and what your intentions are...
know that once you let it out, it can and will leave a scar...

you are the words you use,
you are the life you choose...
using anything in the wrong way...
somehow there is a price to pay...

when you use words to hurt a heart...
some things are lost, a limb...a part...
there's no taking it back, when all is said and done...
even if you excuse it as just having "fun"...

words are gifts that when used right...
can even save a life, can even win a fight...
words work best when used wisely...carefully...
but some just refuse to do so...sadly...

words can give hope, or take it away all together...
words can wound you so deep, or make you feel better...

words help you say what you wish to express...
whether you want more, whether you want less...
they give life to something when you say it over and over...
you start to believe it, like wishing on a four leaf clover...

words can heal, but can also make you bleed...
there are no rules, no law, no justice, no creed...
the power to fuel good or bad, fame and greed...
words grow and spread with just one small seed...

do you stop and think to say something nice...
or you bother people with your whats, your hows and whys?
would you rather say a schemingly controversial clause...
or keep your lips sealed, avoiding thin lines you don't dare cross?

however which way you choose,
whatever which words you use...
they all say so much about you and how you see yourself...
are you a quiet hermit, a roaring giant or a miserable elf ?

be careful what you say...
walk on eggshells if you may...
otherwise, take it all in and stay...
and be ready for some unfortunate word play.