My body is a curse,
A boundry I cannot cross,
for tommorow it will be a bless,
my body is a cage,
my mind the captived one,
my body is like a prison,
for my very own soul

I promised for so long to be strong enough
to face the brake,
so i could take the pain and never think
i ****** up. and i was wrong,
so i would have the nerv to hold on.
Beacuse no matter how many people say
im crazy.
no matter how many walk away.
I can not think.
I can not belive.
I can not acept that everyone
feels so **** alone.
so you can lie and test my boundry
i'll give my heart to break.
you can take my aspirations
and sink them in the lake.
You can walk right in and i'll
pull every gaurd away,
lock them in a cell and throw the key
so there the'll stay.
And you can push on all my bottons
tell you think its good and safe,
and then i'll wipe away your past
scrub away the staines.
I'll clean out all the cobwebs
in the closet.
Hold your hand while you face
every dark place created out of
loss.
I'll help you take your bagage off
tell all the trash is tossed.
than i'll let you be and set you free
and light the bridge we’ve crossed.

Wut-A-Meenie

She was always making things up, she thought I was a ******,
always playing tricks on me, she was such a meenie,
I thought I was a friend of hers, but I am such a dodo,
she probably put doggie do, in my chocolate Yoho,

I sent her cards of friendship, but she never opened mail,
guess she flushed them down the tubes, sent them out to sail,
guess I cannot blame her, this was her choice to make,
I am just an old ****, and probably a big mistake,

for I have no rights here, no reason to expect,
that she would even give a glance, should show her more respect,
I over stepped my boundry here, although the sin was teeney,
I was the bad guy here, yes I was the real meenie

Gomer LePoet...

A sly girl, ryhming so inteligently
Her mind finds ways in the words with no boundry
Carving each word to her feeling
Only to wish people could keep on seeing

A truth in side her damaged mind
that no man could ever heal her, only time
But fact is damaged was not her head
It was she was an angel wanting her wings to be spread

To help share the knowledge that she had
And though her many oppressors thought it bad
Like a angel would she grasp the hearts of the hopeless and sad
and gave them a reason to believe that not everyone in this world is savage

How brave you are, this angel that your able to counsel and still be factual.
And with a mind like yours nobody can stop you
Because hearts like your dont fall to simple traps..impromtues
Just hope you understand and my words and they dont fall through.

High
Up on top of cloud nine
If I sing I'll jump
An octave or more

I feel like smiling
Like laughing and running
No, not running away
Running to you!
Running into your arms,
Laughing as we
Embrace
Once more

This won't last forever
So I'll hold on
To this joy that I
Feel like nothing is wrong

It all comes back
To You

Without you I'd be
Nothing

I can't see life
Without your words
Your life means so much

I can hide nothing
From you
Nor do I want to

With each boundry
We cross
The more confident
I grow,
That we will have
Forever; of course, to this
I won't admit, that
*You're the one

Free me from my preferences
Flame and smash my boundry fences
Take me while my guard is down
And then when I least expect it,
When all defense is unerected
Into the swirl "I" go

horse flagging hard in these hard boundry lands
holding trace leather; with these gnarled bad hands
spirit nearly broken from this seemingly endless long ride

seeking shade from the sun
but the shade from my saddle can't hide:

the hole in my ribcage
or the lines in my face
no tell (**** I'm weary), sit saddle, betraying no trace
of the years i have gathered
or the miles-

i have ridden alone
gone hungry
been cold
this ain't the first time
i've ridden...
but this time I'll die,

as well will my brothers
don't it hurt to discover
that it always all comes to an end?
and there ain't no one  reason
to lie to myself,
to lie to myself
or pretend

no, there isn't one reason
to lie by myself
or pretend
that there ain't no more reasons

Borders of a Country
Defined for its security
An individual s boundry
Respect it with integrity

Personal and Emotional
A wall built to protect
Entering into the space
Brings shame and disgrace

Keeping it private
The nature innate
Probing to debate
Friendship check mate

Mind your business
The best ever tag line
Will be just fine
If adhered to it everytime

Sharing of interest
Mirage of illusions
Most dangerous subject
Makes the other detest


On top of your radar
Remember the order
Not at all to enter
Either with question or answer

A small neem plant was grown
by an old man in his late eighties
Outside the boundry wall of his house

He looked after  it everyday
He grew some cactus for its safety

Neem plant was growing into a tree
Old man was becoming more elderly

Old man took few leaves every day
To keep himself fit

After few more years
Old man was unable to come down
From first floor to ground floor

One day I saw old man was talking to tree
"Now you are too strong
But I am too weak to walk"

I saw neem tree grew in more height
It increased its branches to reach the railing of old man's house

To my surprise one day
Old man was plucking the leaves
From first floor of his house

Neem tree was showing its gratitude
By offering its leaves to its saviour.

Age is not your boundry
Age is not the limit for your success

Age can't stop you for discovery
Age can't stop your artery
to play sport of archery

As you are home for
Age less soul till infinity