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gordon-helms
gordon-helms
The tension subsides And the lady she rides Around the mountain She'll be coming She'll be mounting Wake up my heart Aloof and apart In every nerve ending And feeling and bending Smoke and the mirrors Mahogany desk queers Marching to the anthem Rhyming in rhythm A Cataclysm In a pyramid prison Rock on your lane No speed bumps to blame For that narrow slip I slid in Is one in forty million So thank no one except for everything and all See the stacking stardust fall
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
Where I Am
I would gladly eat anything you set before me Devour any idea you cook inside your head There's not much food because there's not much money Yet I'm a rich man every night I bed Because you're all mine and mine only By a little lucky twist of fate No, I will never ever be hungry I will gladly eat from our chipped plate You can buy chocolate, cigarettes, and whiskey Cook it all up into a stew Sure, my stomach might feel frisky But it gets better anytime you say "I do" Now you're all mine and mine only See, I'm the fullest man alive Everything you make is so wholly I'll eat it all up until the day I die We don't have credit but we have each other What billions could never buy Repeat to me "baby, I'm your lover" And watch my worth rise Because now you're all mine and mine only I could never go hungry again Our cupboards they might be empty But our eyes are full until the end
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
Chipped Plates
Today I saw an ad on the TV for the good life $129.99 and all you ever wanted delivered to your door in a box Shipping and handling included The man in the commercial had a big smile on And a golden retriever by his side Were sitting under palm trees Smoking cigars... Who doesn't want a cigar smoking golden retriever? So I called up the toll free number and demanded a good life... One week later the box came in the mail "There's no way a golden retriever could fit in there" I thought to myself "Not even a puppy retriever These must be the cigars" No cigars Just pills "Of course" thought I "Eating these will take me away To an alternate reality With palm trees, smiles And cigar smoking dogs Duh" So I ate the pill and closed my eyes Awaiting lift off Like I've done so Many times before One Mississippi             Two Mississippi                          Three, four, five Mississippi... And you know what happened next? My **** got hard for hours That's it Who's the sick SOB Who's idea of a good life Is an unexplainably long Lasting ***** I alerted the authorities Called the FDA They must have the answers... They just told me to visit the nearest hospital Everything will be fine... From that point on I have been lost inside And refuse to go outside I shut my windows And I lock the door I can't make sense of it... Why would I need to visit the docs? I'm not the one thinking Long lasting ****** Equals the good life ****** don't make retrievers smoke cigars I'm not the one with the problem Am I?
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
False Advertisement
Today I saw an ad on the TV for the good life $129.99 and all you ever wanted delivered to your door in a box Shipping and handling included The man in the commercial had a big smile on And a golden retriever by his side Were sitting under palm trees Smoking cigars... Who doesn't want a cigar smoking golden retriever? So I called up the toll free number and demanded a good life... One week later the box came in the mail "There's no way a golden retriever could fit in there" I thought to myself "Not even a puppy retriever These must be the cigars" No cigars Just pills "Of course" thought I "Eating these will take me away To an alternate reality With palm trees, smiles And cigar smoking dogs Duh" So I ate the pill and closed my eyes Awaiting lift off Like I've done so Many times before One Mississippi             Two Mississippi                          Three, four, five Mississippi... And you know what happened next? My **** got hard for hours That's it Who's the sick SOB Who's idea of a good life Is an unexplainably long Lasting ***** I alerted the authorities Called the FDA They must have the answers... They just told me to visit the nearest hospital Everything will be fine... From that point on I have been lost inside And refuse to go outside I shut my windows And I lock the door I can't make sense of it... Why would I need to visit the docs? I'm not the one thinking Long lasting ****** Equals the good life ****** don't make retrievers smoke cigars I'm not the one with the problem Am I?
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Walking up to a wishing well He dropped a coin and down it fell Prayed to God: “Please come true” God said back: “That wish won’t do” Angry now he marched away Cursing God and the world he made Determined to grant his one wish He lay down to catch a glimpse Of a shooting star’s tail of fire Known to fulfill nearly any desire Fate had formed in his eyes A comet burst out across the skies He made a wish the same as before Praying to heaven for a fateful cure To bring money, power, fame God just laughed and kept all the same The man he cried and screamed distress Blaming God for his loneliness Who sang onto him: “Be content and free Materials you seek they spur misery” Still his anger swayed his mind He renounced God and all of time Sad and smitten he rolled over Face to face with a four-leaf clover “Finally” he said “my wish is true This clover of fortune will surely do He picked the plant by the root and stem Wished for pleasure again and again And overcome with confidence he threw that clover down Cursing the dirt and the filth in the ground He went on his way thinking all was grand “I’ll be rich soon with lots of land” Forgetting God and the stars above Claiming himself the one true love He went to sleep as fast as ever And woke up feeling clever He raced on down to the market place Anticipating riches: gold and lace But he never made it all that far For on his way he was squished by a car
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Squished
I could have been a carpenter With a callus on my hand Or a marina worker With my feet inside the sand I could have been a historian With glasses and a globe But I’m just a lowly laborer And my bones are getting old I could have had a bank account With lots cash and dough Or a white picket fence And I’d watch my green grass grow I could have been successful With sleep and no stress But I chose dreams and passions And still I feel I’m blessed I could have never met you With your big red sixties hair Or could have never shared a night In the starlight of your stare I could have never known the truth Lived my life a lie But honesty has found me Loving ‘til I die I could have never realized What a lucky lad I am Or could have never battled For what I believe in I could have given up on it all And laid down in defeat But my love you do inspire Me out onto the streets I could have been a carpenter With a hammer and a nail I could have been a fireman With a hard hat and a pale I could have been lot of things For there’s so much to be But if I had to pick on one I would pick on me
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC
I Could of Been a Carpenter