Yeah, it’s a long way home at the end of the road
I’ll be pavin my own way, to the top, I be here to stay
So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s your last

All my life, I couldn’t fit in, like a bad shoe
I was always too square, too cube, too tall, too weird, too blue
Forget them high-school’s hotties now I’m too cool
I guess I came a long way from that young kid
The school’s most popular lame, no friends, no style, no clothes, no ends
Just a bed fell asleep, never woke up again
Yeah, and my last prayer was don’t ever let me end up like the people that’s down here
Cause the one that fear change be the one that don’t care
Look at themselves and see somebody else in the mirror
But you can always pick me out of the crowd
Loud mouth with my very own style
And what I know now is don’t ever pretend
And live every single day like you won’t see it again

So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s your last

And if you only have 24 hours, 1400 minutes before your dreams go
Then you better go live it, cause whatever you love could be taken away
So live like it’s your dying day
I dedicate this to my teachers that never believed in me
And the mother that conceived, but ended up leaving me
I just wish you all can see me smile, this big’s grin on the tv now
And I took it from the bottom to the top
From the holes in my socks ramen noodles in the ***
Used to rob them on the block, now they stop me in the drop
******* up and that ain’t gonna stop
I used to take orders, now I make bets
I used to scrub floors, now I sign checks
I used to push carts, now I push songs
I used to be there, now I am so gone

I fired myself, found a job myself
Established my name and then I signed myself
And what I tell myself, is you did this by yourself
And when I'm on so long, I’ll be by myself

So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s the last
And if you only have 24 hours, 1400 minutes before your dreams go
Then you better go live it, cause whatever you love could be taken away
So live like it’s your dying day

I wish I could see their faces when they heard your boy speak
Wish I could know what they’re thinking when they heard my first hit
Cause I remember them wishing that I wouldn’t get big
Now I bet they’re wishing they wouldn't of said that ****
I came out of a dying city brought back life
Everything they said I couldn’t do I did about twice
Multiplied by the bottles that we popped each night
That equals out to a celebration, ******* more ice
Make it toast to the underdogs, toast to the team
Toast to the fact, we this close to the dream
Pour one for my exes, used to talk reckless
But now I push Benzes and rock Rolexes
Came from the city and until they come and get me
Turn around and see the whole east side’s still with me
And that’s how we live it, you mans don’t change
Look, it's still the kid, still can’t tell me a ******* thing

So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s the last
And if you only have 24 hours, 1400 minutes before your dreams go
Then you better go live it, cause whatever you love could be taken away
So live like it’s a dying day

Yeah, it’s a long way home at the end of the road
I’ll be pavin my own way, to the top, I be here to stay
So take my name, remember this face, keep the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment, not by the past, homie live each day like it’s your last

i need to get away
go away stay away
burn the bridge
on the way away
to anywhere the other way
from the way
im on my way to going

by Rudyard Kipling*

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
‘Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!'
      Come you back to Mandalay,
      Where the old Flotilla lay:
      Can't you ‘ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
      On the road to Mandalay,
      Where the flyin'-fishes play,
      An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay!

‘Er petticoat was yaller an' ‘er liggle cap was green,
An' ‘er name was Supi-yaw-lat–jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,
An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,
An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an ‘eathen idol's foot:
      Bloomin' idol made o' mud–
      Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd–
      Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed ‘er where she stud!
      On the road to Mandalay,
      Where the flyin'-fishes play,
      An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay!

When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow,
She'd *** ‘er little banjo an' she'd sing ‘Kulla-lo-lo!'
With ‘er arm upon my shoulder an' ‘er cheek agin my cheek
We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak.
      Elephints a'pilin' teak
      In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
      Where the silence ‘ung that ‘eavy you was ‘arf afraid to speak!
      On the road to Mandalay,
      Where the flyin'-fishes play,
      An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay!

But that's all shove be'ind me–long ago an' fur away,
An' there ain't no ‘busses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay;
An' I'm learnin' ‘ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
‘If you've ‘eard the East a-callin', you won't never ‘eed naught else.'
      No! You won't ‘eed nothin' else
      But them spicy garlic smells,
      An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly-temple -bells;
      On the road to Mandalay,
      Where the flyin'-fishes play,
      An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay!

I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones,
An' the blasted English drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;
Tho' I walks with fifty ‘ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,
An' they talks a lot o' lovin' but wot do they understand?
      Beefy face an' grubby ‘and–
      Law! Wot do they understand?
      I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
      On the road to Mandalay,
      Where the flyin'-fishes play,
      An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay!

Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;*
For the temple-bells are callin', and' it's there that I would be–
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;
      On the road to Mandalay,
      Where the old Flotilla lay,
      With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
      On the road to Mandalay,
      Where the flyin'-fishes play,
      An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay!

3.Cars
Cars
Almost everybody has one, but what little thought we give them.
We drive our cars to work and school but even then we don't give our cars much thought.
You go from one exteme to the other, one guy might pay about $20,000 for a car, while another may pay $150,000 for a car. read more »

Sean Bitikofer
4.Rocket Race Car
I was born for driven dirt race car's
I'm not made for pavin long roads
I ain't cut out to climb high line poles
But I'm pretty good at driven my race car's read more »

chester wellborn
5.Happy Dog 2
I’m a happy dog in a car
Hope we’re not going far
I walk up and down the back seat
At each corner I’m rocked off my feet read more »

Flying Lemming
6.***** Car
What smoke, that is choking us
The people ask, nobody knows what it is
An old car that is honking
With tricycle tires and a motor that is backwards read more »

Mercedes Zoller

Pretty girl.  Smart girl.
Lovely little collection of dirt-smudged
books with dog-eared corners, that girl.
Quilted comforter girl.
Non-drinking, church-going promiscuous girl.

Strange girl.  Senseless girl.
Dreaming, preening in the graying bathroom mirrors girl.
Taping pencil tips during testing kind of girl.
Uses skin when there’s no eraser kind of girl.
Smooth fingers rubbed to gunmetal kind of girl.

Smart girl.  College girl.
Uncommitted, TV-watching girl.
Reads the books before the movies type of girl.
Smoke-eyed girl.  Diamond-kind-of-like
without-the-shining girl.

Nimble fingered girl.
Pretty girl.  Promiscuous girl.
Lead-wedged-deep-in-the-head girl.
Nobody knows Jane Doe.
Orphan ***** Jane Doe.
Pavin’ her way Jane Doe, they say.
Doe-eyes tinted red
like crushed grapes in a wine glass.

It's a long way home
At the end of the road
I'll be pavin' my own way
To the top I'll be here to stay
So take my name
Remember this face
Keep the change and have a nice day
And live for the moment not by the past
Homie live each day like it's your last

I'm confused
Can you help me my dear
I'm feeling kinda lost and alone
I don't know
Where to go from here
But I won't go home
You told me
I was never gonna
Face the world
All by myself
Now I'm sitting here
Lookin' down
From a higher shelf

I'm all alone in this world
Least it seems that way
I can't say that I know
But I'm doin' okay
Yeah it kinda hard right now
Oh it's kinda tough
But I gotta stick it out
Like a diamond in the rough

Once upon
Some songs ago
I thought I met my prince
Now I know
I was so wrong
I've been healin' since
I'm pavin' my own little road
All on my own
And I must say I'm **** proud of myself

I'm all alone in this world
Least it seems that way
I can't say that I know
But I'm doin' okay
Yeah it kinda hard right now
Oh it's kinda tough
But I gotta stick it out
Like a diamond in the rough

Cuz I'm all alone in this world
For now anyway
And I don't care anymore
It's gonna be this way
Yeah I'm workin on lovin
Me and myself
And yes
Oh it's really tough
But I will stick it out
I'm a diamond in the rough

Where have all the flowers gone

where have all the flowers gone

to adorn the graves of warriors gone

where have all the flowers gone

To the lonely  to be along

where have all the flowers gone

in heaven forever young never torn

Where have all the flowers gone

to the polluted land of ours to mourn

where have all the flowers gone

To give to a girl a smile to be born

where have all the flowers gone

To be ever a fragrance lingering along

Where have all the flowers gone

To bring peace to lives in war torn

Where have all the flowers gone

To say a prayer for a joyous morn

Pavin

World environment day

Mars

A distant planet we seek
Red and rugged to keep
Would it have trees green
Oceans beautiful and blue
Dew drops on flowers early morn
Gentle breeze to weary and worn
Song birds that sing soothing souls
Creatures of earth wonder of creation
Beauty of nature art of God
Earth we have not a planet red
Nature a gift for humans borrowed from future generations
Save it now a distant planet will not be home

Pavin

The cry of the nail

The nail made

Dug from the earth deep
The ore of iron the nail to make
Melted in hot fiery flames
Hammered the iron to forge the nail
Many were made yet an unknown few
Chosen among all to crucify a king
For like tis nail made are we
Chosen for a purpose designed by God
Times we hurt him as a nail
Yet forgiven his blood on the cross
A destiny to fulfill we are made
Chosen among many a purpose like the nail made

Pavin

Oh ye little child

Oh ye little child
What doth thy smile hide
Melting the mistakes thou made
Anger of thy parents fade

Oh ye little child
Thy smile world wide
Tis world with love made
Sadness of hearts fade

Oh ye little child
Thy smile by God's side
In thy innocence heaven made
Worldly divide doth fade

Oh ye little child
Ever a smile in thy side
In love thy world made
Worldly troubles to fade

Pavin
#ChildrensDay

Just a blue spot
In the universe wide a small dot
For us to live created
Yet in the name of development devastated
Disaster the nature we blame
Destroying nature our excuses lame
For tis a blue dot on universe our life
To save the next generation let's end our strife
Act of each one in tis time of need
To save our planet a golden deed

Pavin

Road blocks

Times in life's road faced thou the block
Fear doth thou the people who mock
Fear doth thou running time of deadlines clock
Fear ye not thou belong to God's flock

For good by God times thy path blocked
Times by evil thy gates locked
Thy own sins and fear block thy path
To break free from the chains of wrath

Our mighty lord shall lead thee
Thy roads blocks broken to be free

Pavin

Take thy time
Victories bell chime
Words doth rhyme
Not a dime
Words they spoke
Life doth choke
Let it go
Thy thoughts flow
Judged as fool
A devil's tool
Ashamed not be
From fear free
Love a call
Dreams not stall
Hurt be heart
Again to start
Flee from pain
Dreams may slain
Forgive and forget
Smile to beget
Pavin

Welcome sunshine

Storm hath passed
Sun peeps through
Clouds part apart
Sky turns blue
Tis life's clue
Troubles shall end
Paths doth light
God shall send
Rainbow at end
Pavin

Paint my heart

Dear God tis heart thou to paint
Pure as dove without taint
As light bright through drops of rain
Hue of a rainbow thy covenant to gain

As violet tis life a fragrant flower
As Indigo with thee the colour of power
As blue by thy heart to be generous as sky
As green as nature thy heavenly abode nigh
As yellow as sun thy warmth of mercy every dawn
As orange positive thy love never withdrawn

As red as blood thy sacrifice on cross a new covenant born

Pavin

The journeys end

  Tis the place where the lifes journey ends
  To rest a home it lends
  Rich and poor side by side
  laid to rest three feet wide

  Tis the place where the silence remain
  To rest a home with no pain
  young and old side by side
  wait till judgement never to hide

  Tis the place where the stone tells the tale
  To rest a home, not for sale
  dear and near side by side
  To the heavens journey they ride

  Tis the place where the memories begin
  to the departed a farewell to sing
  friend or foe, coward or brave
  all to end in the deaths grave.

Pavin