I've hit rock bottom
Once or twice
Been to the moon and back
Lived on the thinnest ice
I've gathered some scars
And I've talked to the stars
Spent some time behind bars

I have paid a due or two

I ran for my life
From an angry Moose
I looked up the proper number of
Twists in a noose
I turned the tables on a hungry bear
I've climbed the mountains and breathed the rarefied air

I have paid a due or two

I've had my long dark nights of the soul
I've seen the pieces, and I've seen the whole
I've pushed a boulder up the same hill many times
Just to watch it roll back down, so, once again,
I make that climb
I've written riddles, hymns(riffs) , blog entries, and rhymes

I have paid a due or two

Visited graveyard today
For mom and dad
Wish their lives weren't taken away
So much time left to be had

This  time  no  single bird
  can  not  sing
the  dawn  song.



  A  mental    gun shooter
said     in  a
primary  school.


This  time  no  flower
    can be  thrown
to  dustbin
in  this  globalisation  era.

A  mental  ­gun  shooter

said  in  a  high  school.


This  time  no
  excus­e  will  be
acceptable
for  last  time  to
support  the  word
'so­rry'.


A  mad  gun
shooter in  govt  run
paying  guest.

How come I always end up paying for wishes?
Aren't they supposed to be free?
Why is recompense part of the deal
when they're supposed to uplift little me?

Why does the brass lamp cost money?
Doesn't rubbing it mean luck?
Why must I pay a penny a day
If it won't guarantee I'm not stuck?

There's a fire in my eyes, and my fangs are about to show
You think I'm sweet and timid, not a mean bone in my body
But there are sides of me you just don't know
For within this aged body, lies a monster full of rage
He's only there to protect me from what people do and say
I'm afraid after what you are doing he is rattling his cage
If he breaks free I'm  scared what he might do
He has no heart, so no words can make him fall apart, no deed can break him down
You think I'm weak for my kindness that I have shown to you
Now I'm asking you to pay your part, give me what you owe
Or I'll unlock the cage and fling wide open that **** rusty door
So he can stomp your ***, kick you out of my life, making you happy he finally let you go

Take time
to wrap your arm
around a child
warm against your chest
teach him to train his eyes
on falling leaves

Take time
to point your finger
toward squirrels dancing
across branches to their
nest-home perched
atop the tulip poplar
towering over the back yard

Take time
to trace a
two year old hand
outline each finger
leave living imprints
beyond mere paper
into the next
generation

Ive been sent out ,
From the place where i have lived,
Now i live in a box beside a bridge,
The shirt on my shoulders the shoes on my feet,
These are the only things left to me,
I walk through this wasteland where it never snows,
The sun beat down and burned my clothes,
I still wish i had some things that I've lost,
Yet paying whats owed and owning the cost,
Is the price that is eventually paid,
And here now i stay kneel here and pray,
For things they must get better.