You Are What Life Makes of You

I used to think I could change the world

But this world has changed me

Now that I’m older I see

I can’t be anything I want to be

 

You can try all your life, but there’s only so much you can do

Life’s not what you make of it, you’re what life makes of you

 

I remember having so much hope

But just look at me now

It falls apart somehow

At some point you throw in the towel

 

You can try all your life, but there’s only so much you can do

Life’s not what you make of it, you’re what life makes of you

 

I see the ambition of a young bright-eyed kid

And he does not have a clue

That once was me and you

Let him believe dreams come true

 

You can try all your life, but there’s only so much you can do

Life’s not what you make of it, you’re what life makes of you

 

The truth is that we all must live and die

And accept the life that we find

Do things to occupy our minds

And soon we will leave it all behind

 

You can try all your life, but there’s only so much you can do

Life’s not what you make of it, you’re what life makes of you

 

If I am destined to live as a low-life

I might as well be high

I can pretend I didn’t try

And my make excuses why

 

You can try all your life, but there’s only so much you can do

Life’s not what you make of it, you’re what life makes of you

 

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Popping Candy

I am popping candy like it’s going out of style

And in a little while, I know I will be sorry

But no fear

You lean into me and I give the sweetest smile

I am not your style, then what the hell are we

Doing here

We are drinking whiskey like it’s going out of style

Yeah it’s been a while, what are you thinking

Another shot

Liquor on your lips as you laugh and smile

Is it your style, to blame this on the drinking

The night is hot

Now I’m drinking coffee like it’s going out of style

It has been a while, since I have felt this bad

Nothing is clear

I do not know if it was all worthwhile

I feel like a big pile,  all alone and sad

Just sitting here

I am popping candy like it’s going out of style

And in a little while, I know I will be sorry

But no fear

You lean into me and I give the sweetest smile

I am not your style, then what the hell are we

Doing here

 

Predators and Prey

In nature there are predators and prey.

The same can be said for the human race.

Nature’s beast has a thirst for blood and an appetite for flesh.

The beast of man, a thirst for wealth and feeds off the labor of the poor.

Those caught in the jaws of this beast, bleed money and are drained of hope.

Those not caught live in fear of the predator that lurks.

But the predator looks like he,

it could be you

it could be me.

The Sunrise Over Frisco

He kissed his wife goodbye

When did get so easy to lie?

Working an extra shift he will be out all night

He wonders if she has a clue

She says goodbye, I love you

As he walks away, she knows something isn’t right

 

The sunrise over Frisco found him in a scarlet bed

All the lies that he told, and this is where they led

Red as the morning sky, on satin sheets he bled

The sunrise over Frisco found him lying dead

 

She could not sleep at all

He would not answer her call

She decided she would go to investigate

There was a sneaking suspicion

Call it a woman’s intuition

Packs a gun for she’s alone and it is late

 

The sunrise over Frisco found him in a scarlet bed

All the lies that he told, and this is where they led

Red as the morning sky, on satin sheets he bled

The sunrise over Frisco found him lying dead

 

She had not driven very far

She passed a house and saw his car

It was the home of her best friend

Was this really going on?

All the nights she spent alone

All she knew was it had to end

 

The sunrise over Frisco found him in a scarlet bed

All the lies that he told, and this is where they led

Red as the morning sky, on satin sheets he bled

The sunrise over Frisco found him lying dead

 

Renters – A subjugated people

Have you ever sit down to pay bills and realize that you have a problem? Whatever the cause might be, there is not enough money to pay your rent or mortgage payment. I think most people have had this happen at least once.

After the housing crisis of 2008, many laws were put into place to protect homeowners. There are options for the homeowner to prevent foreclosure.

The cost of housing has increased considerably for renters, and there is no safety net in place. Late fees for home owners are limited to 5% of the payment and can only be charged once for the installment.

In Texas, the late fee is not defined. Vague language states that it must not be an ‘unfair’ amount. Also, other fees are added that are not “late fees” but they would not be charged unless the renter is late in payment, so, logic dictates that we see them as late fees.

Take a look at a comparison of home-owner vs renter

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The state legislature has two bills floating around that seek to better define the late fee. HB 1821 and SB 921 both propose capping the late fees at an initial rate of 8% and then a daily fee of 1-2% (still being debated)

The proposed bills do not go far enough.

Everyone complains about the cost of homelessness. How about preventing it before it happens? Government subsidies and section 8 housing is NOT THE ANSWER either, that only enables the property owners to continue charging outrageous amounts.

What happened to the American Dream? A house, a yard, financial independence? The renter becomes entrapped by excessive fees. Late fees one month, lead to late fees the next. It is the same vicious cycle that happens with PayDay advances. Renters are becoming a subjugated people.

Handouts aren’t needed, but an level playing field would be nice. Those that work hard should be able to enjoy the benefits of it. Home ownership should be attainable to all that are willing to work for it.

Life. Liberty. Pursuit of Happiness.

Cry Over What Has Been Done

The world has been spinning

from the beginning

some losing some winning

As we revolve around the sun

So you take the chance you get

Like Russian Roulette

There is one bullet left

Spin the chamber of the gun

We cry over what has been done

When blood spills to the ground

Load another bullet in the gun

And we will still pass it around

All the confusion

Cerebral contusion

Ropes that were loosened

Are pulled tight again

We fight just to fight

forget wrong and right

Are we blind to the light

Darkness of our sin

We cry over what has been done

When blood spills to the ground

Load another bullet in the gun

And still we will pass it around

The world is still spinning

But is this the ending?

Why the pretending?

We cry over what has been done

At Ease

At Ease

I see everyone at ease

Sharing laughs over a drink

And doing what they please

But as for me

I am consumed by what I think

Fear takes hold of me

But I see everyone at ease

Leave

I make an excuse to leave

Because I cannot take anymore

I believe

No one will even miss me

I slip out the back door

Quitely I leave

In the open air I can breathe

Social Media High

When did the world become a high school

When did growing up become uncool

Look at comments to see what they say

The drama here is like, uh, “totes cray-cray”

We walk the halls of Social Media High

See posters on the walls as we walk by

An awkward mix of confidence and doubt

Trying to fit in and trying to stand out

Is this what our self-worth is measured by?

We think we know it all, at Social Media High

I look around at the current landscape

Responsibility and consequences we escape

The most popular thoughts are the most absurd

In a culture where the loudest voice gets heard

We walk the halls of Social Media High

See posters on the walls as we walk by

An awkward mix of confidence and doubt

Trying to fit in and trying to stand out

Is this what our self-worth is measured by?

We think we know it all, at Social Media High

I never cared much for high school

And I’m sure they thought I was a fool

When I walked out of class and went my own way

I’m signing off cause I’ve got nothing more to say

We walk the halls of Social Media High

See posters on the walls as we walk by

An awkward mix of confidence and doubt

Trying to fit in and trying to stand out

Is this what our self-worth is measured by?

We think we know it all, at Social Media High

 

 

The Darkness I Bury Underneath

The darkness I bury underneath

Will rise to the surface when I sleep

In my dreams it is hard to see

Is it a nightmare or my fantasy

A forbidden desire for each of us

To consume the fire of prometheus

Burns like whiskey, drink it down

Flows like a scorched wedding gown

In the darkness I bury underneath

I think I hear the gnashing teeth

I smile as I scream in agony

Is this a dream of my destiny

Forbidden fruit, found in the garden

Bitter dispute and my heart is hardened

I feel the burn of the blood in my viens

The poison of a world where evil reigns

The darkness I bury deep within

I feel it crawl underneath my skin

It gives me a spine-chilling sensation

I wake in fear, but there is a hesitation

Just another moment of the lucid dream

Then I can awake and I can scream

Disturbed by the darkness of my soul

And I battle myself to keep control

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