Almost There

Otherside

sleep

Talk to myself again, all alone, on my own
Walk by the scene again, just to see what people see
Caught in your stubborn hold, I'm so far from home

So turn the lights on, keep the lights on
Turn the lights on for me
Don't go to sleep

Lost in your thoughts again, consciously you think of me
Focus on your perfect words, with a pen you write me in
I can't be reached so far from here, I need you near

So turn the lights on, keep the lights on
Turn the lights on for me
Don't go to sleep

Courage

Speaking of courage, I don't have any. I am scared of everything.
I'm scared that I will get lost in the ocean.
I'm scared of open water.
I'm scared of spiders.
I'm scared of cliffs.
I'm scared that I will go blind.
I'm scared of screaming.
I'm scared of loosing.
I'm scared of winning.
I'm scared of myself.
I'm scared of everyone else.
I'm scared that no matter how hard I try, I will never be noticed.
I'm scared that one day I will come home, and my family will be dead.
I'm scared that one night I will be taken from my bed.
I'm scared of strangers.
I'm scared that I will never be remembered.
I'm scared that everyone will remember me, for all the wrong reasons.
I'm scared that I will never reach my goals.
I'm scared that I will have to live on the streets.
I'm scared of becoming paralyzed.
I'm scared of death.
Hell, I'm scared of life.
Don't ask me about courage, because I don't have any.

Our Voice

It’s a language. It’s a code. This is how we tell our story. This is how we show the world who we are, in a world that sometimes doesn’t want to hear it. The body becomes the instrument to communicate how the music runs through your body, through your veins. Its delivery through your movements is how you find your voice, and ultimately, how you tell your story. Your krumping might be a comma. Your battles could be a question mark. People are always wondering what your next move is going to be. It’s bigger than the exclamation mark, it’s bigger than just the downrock. This isn’t comic books, it’s more like literature. It’s a poem, and the way your moves work together is the rhyme. It doesn’t just sit on the surface, it’s under your skin. We have this thing we do; we dance. We hop to what’s hip. It’s our language, it’s our code, it’s our voice. It’s more than just a hobby, it’s a lifestyle. It’s what makes us who we are, and who we always will be.

life and death

Life was born when Death died
Death to live had tried and tried
but Life arrived smiling with glee
Death's death had set Life free
Death's funeral was a happy one
but Death's death will be undone
I know one day Death will live
to Life will I not a funeral give
let tears fall when Life decides to die
in death maybe Life won't be so shy
all we can do is hope and pray
that Life will postpone that sorrowful day
and if that day will tomorrow come
Life and Death will come undone