Used to tell 'em not to cut my hair too short,
Nowadays I just tell him cut it short,
so it
Spikes...Yikes!
Makes me realize,
Vanity is one of my
Oldest friend,
And also, one of my
Oldest enemies.
I like Bob Dylan's songs,
Like him better these days,
When younger voices cover him,
And I see his words songs differently.
Oh I love to laugh,
Especially at myself,
Silly boy in the mirror,
Who the heck are you Grandpa?
I am,
The Times They Are a-Changin'
If it makes you less sad i'll kill myself now
why prolong it when I seem to hurt you with each breath
for what follows my inhaling is words and that is what pains you
because, as you said, I have no compassion
I know I'm awful and how dare I think otherwise
I will get bad again if it makes you better I will do that for you
anything for you my best friend because I do love you
though you think me stupid I am smart enough to know love
But not compassion, that thing you said I have none of
no compassion to speak of, just knives wielded upon you
just knives wielded myself
just knives wielded upon all
What can I do to say I'm sorry
should I always answer yes to all you ask of me
should I just not speak anymore
Would that make you less sad?
I just want you to feel good and I thought I was helping
I thought I was making you better by telling you what bad is
but it just made you very angry at me and now we're fighting
I should've known better than to try to tell you something
I am very sorry that I am so stupid
it must be such a burden for you, having me near
my stupidity clogging your pores
I am sorry I can't express myself without hurting you
So if it makes you less sad i'll take those pills now
nobody will stop me so why don't I
You would feel so much better without me
It could be so easy so why don't I
Prolificus II
another day has come and gone
without a thought lingering
while the clouds of meloncholy
strum the magic harp
and the jester dances
with the bells on his toes
his words still ran freely
like a mountain stream
and his knowledge of
nothingness
flowed
endlessly
continuously
unwillingly
his logic still unlogical
rows after rows
not a rhyme or a prose
without adjacent adjectives
or proverbial adverbs
though sometimes a breeze
whispered the name
from the lips of Louise
distance and disdain
crossed their faces
like wheelbarrow races
meandering
thoughtlessly
rigorously
unending
pour me another one
would you barkeep
I ain't going nowhere
Gomer LePoet....
My dear, it rained last night
And I remember
The alleviated rise into
Lush sobs and lavish emotions
The way your dilatation relieves
Every worry and anxiety
But sometimes when we speak
A violent lie radiates
And last night you were naught
But an alienated virile sot
A view unholy I omit
I remember the tin roses on the tiles
Devastated, shattered.
Sometimes you hum
Your hands delicately miming secret memos
And I can see it in your eyes
Irises shining like teal devils
And the music carries you
White with adrenaline, pupils likes violists
Headwaiters lie, strumming tin violins
Their alienated visions wilted with passion
I see the way she cleverly conceals
Lies as vows to you
A veil called "us" she puts on "me"
And I call for mutiny
But youth is vim, vim is now, and now is lies
Every hug from you is just a violet whim
In noisy rooms
My vision is misty
My aura dies little,
Oh if only you could realize your reign
You’re the master, the ringleader
But you’re lazy; you work without zeal, you’re idle and lazy
Eyes glazed, agile hands getting greedier
Have you ever seen
A dearer lion?
He roared, the lonesome rider
Alone, an alien.
Well sometimes you lie
And I dare to become
An oral denier
My radar detects one lie,
Then two...
You become red
Redder than a bloody lion's ear
Adieu, you say, with a gently undefined lilt
My tears speak more reality than your words
Dreams
Endure,
And
Time
Hangs.
I ran to the door
Opened and pushed through
Shoving you backwards
And down the steps
Telling you to leave
Get out of here
Tears still streamed down your face
As you gently reached up and touched my cheek
The words croaked out of your dry and swollen throat
I’m sorry
You said for about the thousandth time that night
I mouthed the words I know
Before he came out yelling
With on lookers beginning to grow
The door shined with light
As his silhouette pummeled towards us
As my mother and sister were looking on concerned
You were apologizing over and over
Trying to explain
With me in-between
And him not listening
He needed to hear you
What you had to say
He had to understand
Us, everything
How you were broken and damaged from a war
I could hear him yelling over you
While you were trying to explain you never meant to
Neither of you were listening to the other
I become so frustrated
So I screamed
Out in anger, vexation
Both of you stopped
I turned to him
Looked him in the eye and said
He didn't mean to
You don’t understand
And he won’t tell you
He’s broken, Dad
Torn through
Things have happened to him
Damaged him from within
He never meant to—
I know that might not be enough for you
Because he hurt me
And you can’t bear to see that,
But it’s enough for me
I might be young and stupid to stay with him
But I know he’s going to need someone
To help him through
And you would want the same for me
I know you would
And I know you don’t understand
But I do
To me that’s all that matters
So please, try to see
Please, trust me
Your jagged words intertwined around my veins
twirled through my ribs
and plunged into my heart,
settling into the blood that was almost ready to cycle through my body again,
carrying those words along with it, tearing me up
from the inside out.
I stumble to find the right words to make you see
How amazing you are and just how much you mean to me
You make me so proud of how well behaved you are
I never worry cause I know in you life that you will go far
I don't fear that you will be a follower cause you were born to lead
And no matter what the reason I'll be there every time your in need
You are incredibly smart of this there isn't a bit of doubt
And I light up inside to know you beautiful both inside and out
No matter how I put it there's no way to explain how much I love you
Without you life would be meaningless I don't know what I would do
I pray for God to help me lead your life in the right way
Know that everyone makes mistakes and thats perfectly ok
Always admit to the things that you do wrong
When your hurting try to remember it will ease before to long
Set high standards and follow them through
Remember nothing can ever change what you mean to me or the absolute way I love you
her mind was a storm
of waves and words and almond-shaped eyes
of sand and stars and hands on the steering wheel
of regrets and maybes and words unspoken
and in the midst of the maelstrom
she could not find her way
she was no longer drifting in the shallows of love
but the depths of despair
the boy with the cerulean smile
had unmoored her, eased her in
with sandy-haired promises
and freckled compliments
Mes Confessions
you never leave my mind alone
I find that to be so beautiful but dangerous
I often stare wantingly at my phone
wishing we could speak just to hear your voice
missing your touch on my soul
although you have touched it so many times
the daily thoughts we shared filled the hole
in my empty heart the sound of chimes
now we are like ships passing in the night
although the feelings remain but left unspoken
I still get jealous when I see your words requite
upon anothers thoughts it leaves me broken
there are many things about who am I
that may leave one with much more to desire
but my love for you makes my heart cry
inside of me still burns this fire
imperfect as I tell but more down so deep
there are most likely many more layers
that just haunt me at night in my sleep
on my knees my whispered prayers
yes I confess my undying love for you
how my dreams have been penned for your sight
although it seems likely you already knew
how much I miss your kiss goodnite
Gomer LePoet ....
