Congratulations

Congratulations, take a bow, you have stolen the show
you really had me going there, and now I'm eating crow
I was convinced, you changed your mind, a constant fool am I
you ****** me in, with your magic tongue, every word a lie

Congratulations, take a bow, you have claimed the prize
once again, I failed to see, through your deceit and lies
you told me how much you cared, you're really good at this
turned my back, you gave me a shove, into the great  abyss

Congratulations, take a bow, you're such a super star
you're number 1, tops on the charts, you've really set the bar
your command, of mystic spells, has climbed right off the charts
you hand to me, my broken heart, in a box of old used parts

Congratulations, take a bow, you've won another crown
is this the end, the final blow, should I dress up like a clown
cause one more time, the joker's wild, I've been the perfect fool
I thought I had, a fighting chance, but you've taken me to school

Congratulations, take a bow, the final act has played,
you cut right through, my hopes and dreams, with your pointed blade
when the program,  lists the players, will my name appear
you said I love you, to my face, now you're no longer here

Gomer LePoet...

Cleaning House

throw away the guilty pleasures
remove temptation from your restless mind
erase the sultry miracles of dreamland
clean away every single memory you find
forget the name that moves you
delete his magic words that tugged your heart
find the solution that lends to dilution
it wasn't real a fantasy from the start
this is your mantra
this is your final thought
as you rub your eyes into total darkness
his cries echoing into nothingness

David Nelson

Dreaming

she appears in my dreams
mostly daydreams
I often slip into her room at night
carrying to her a bouquet of flowers
I stare down at her as she sleeps
I lay the flowers at the foot of her bed
kiss her on the forehead
then quickly slip away as she stirs
but tonight is different...

it is a warm evening
so she has kicked the blankets off
revealing her silken arms and legs
framed in her black silk babydoll outfit
her golden hair lying on her pillow
and her soft lips catch my attention tonite
more than usual
the thin silk clinging to her body
allows me to see her full *******
begging for my lips to touch them
this time, tonite, I cannot control myself...

I slowly lean over
and kiss her warm soft belly
I sit on the edge of her bed
rubbing her soft legs
she awakens and though a bit startled
she smiles that beautiful smile
and her eyes say to me
“take me tonight, take all of me”

her musky smell fills my senses
my mind
my heart
and I cannot stop
for this is the dream
I have always hoped for

I hear her whisper
“I love you babe”
but as I move up to kiss her full lips
my dream is locked in that kiss
“I will return my heart whispers to her”
“tomorrow my beautiful princess”  

David Nelson

Words

sometimes words that are not spoken
does not mean they are not felt
we all prefer those special words
that make our heart just melt

sometimes words said out of place
that can be taken wrong
because they are not the words
for which are hearts so long

sometimes words need to be spoken
they open up the door
yet other times be kept silent
sometimes less is more

sometimes we need to think
be strong before we render
words that can cut too deep
and wound a heart so tender

David Nelson aka Gomer LePoet &
         Perly Sunflower

Ramblings Part I

Hippy dippy weather men, continued dark all night,
one potato, two potato, keep trying until I get it right,
you roll em up and roll em up, mark em with a 'B',
put em in the oven, the truth shall set you free,

every time I close my eyes, something new goes down,
feel like Mr. Parker, lost in Barrytown,
the caves in Altimira provide historic news,
before Elvis it was Carl, who had those blue suede shoes

ding **** the witch is dead, at least that's what they say,
does wearing garlic necklaces, keep werewolves away,
or am I thinking vampire chicks, who like to play the game,
keep those fangs where they belong, I'm not here to claim

I know I've seen your face before, is must have been in a dream,
I've been in this chase before, a very familiar theme,
the small brown fox, chased a large black bear,
not very smart, unless you really don't care

heart equals love, love equals pain,
anyone who's been in love, has also been insane,
please excuse me , don't mean to intrude,
hope you don't think, that I'm being rude

will the politicians, ever get it right,
they say one thing, then change it overnight,
we keep replacing them, but nothing seems to change,
is there something wrong with me, but doesn't that seem strange

I bet I can keep this up, then again maybe not,
too much Sterlings Merritage, the killer's changed the plot,
now I need to lay it down, say good nite with an angels kiss,
once again I search the sky, look for the abyss

David Nelson...

Can't get you out of my mind

There is way, way to much confusion,
I can't get my head straight,
is this just another illusion,
I think it's getting late,
you know we talked about this before,
talked about curbing our emotions,
or did you forget,
I must admit
I can't get you out of my mind, no darlin,
I can't get you out of my mind, no no no
  
isn't this, isn't this September
I can hardly wait,
I hope, hope that you remember,
it's been a year since our first date,
we walked along underneath the moonlight,
holding hands, wishing on a star,
I won't say won't,
I'm hoping you don't
I can't get you out of my mind, no darlin,
I can't get you out of my mind, no no no

David Nelson..

Can You Hear My Scream

I'm just a normal sort of guy
I laugh at funny things,
even things that may be just plain silly
I smile when I see children laughing,
playing, jumping, singing
I cry at movies sometimes,
trying to make sure no one notices
after all I am a tough guy right?
Well, I like to think so,
even if I'm not
I never expected much out of life
to sing, to dance, to hold the hand
of the one I loved
to play with my own children
and never stop the inner child in me
let me dream
let me wish
let me pretend sometimes
I always try not to get to high
not to get to low.
Things have a way of changing
not always for the best,
but bad times will leave
and good times will return as long
as you don't give up
as long as you keep trying
as long as you keep wishing.
Never stop hoping
listen to the music in your soul
it's playing for you
it may not be playing for everyone else
but it is playing for you
listen
hear what it tells you
if you want to be an actor
go be an actor
if you wanna play in a rock and roll band
go play
never stop loving
anything that moves you
anyone who moves you
anyone who makes you think
drink it all
the science the music the beauty
never walk away
admit when you are going in the
wrong direction
even if it is only to yourself
so if you hear me scream
maybe it's because I just
discovered something
something about you
something about me
something about this world
so marvelous
so beautiful
so mysterious
something I will never stop trying
to learn about
and even though I know
I can never learn or understand
it all
I will never stop
trying
reaching
dreaming  
and even though you have gone
you are still in
my thoughts
my dreams
my heart
so if you hear me screaming
it is my lonely heart
that will never
can never
let go
of you
  
Gomer LePoet...

The  Crumple Zone

I have fallen in between
between the lines of a musical comedy
as with all musical comedies
I laugh, sing, dance
and cry
cry?
Yes
my heart has been left stranded
waiting for my friend to return
we sang many songs together
we laughed at the silliness of it all
we danced the dance of sugar plums
and chicken legs
but now she is gone
and I lay here crumpled
in the Crumple Zone

Gomer LePoet...

2nd Helping

well now I've gone and gorged myself
I've devoured every morsel I could find,
but still I have this empty feeling
have I gone completely out of mind

it seems I just can't get enough
I'm needing more and more each day,
taking in all of your natural gifts
constant searching for another way

you reach out to touch my soul
the fragrance of your sweetness I inhale,
a new boquet of lovely wild flowers
intoxicating like an english ale

so I cannot leave this still empty heart
I must return to the red velvet rope,
back once more for a 2nd helping
where you will fill me again I hope

I think that I might be in a vicious circle
cause I admit I do not want this to ever end,
not only are you this special lover
even more you are this special friend

so when I said before that I was hungry
it is for you that my hunger stays,
I want to bring  you never ending pleasure
so many many times so many many ways

Gomer LePoet...

Death

I cannot lie
I am afraid to die
there are many potential reasons
but I think I know the reason why
do I believe in Heaven
do I believe in Hell
if so then obviously I believe
the Prince of Darkness cast his magic spell
can I change the truth
can I pretend to be so much more
can I close my eyes and wish
Enlightenment will meet me at the door
cause if I believe I was doing right
I would not lose sleep at night
and all that I believe and love
would join me in my journey
to find out who we really are

Gomer LePoet...

Landscape of a lost soul

thoughts that fill the page
of an empty heart left all alone
wilted sunflowers line the walkway
of a once blossoming future
neither the sun nor the moon
shine on this barren landscape  
the eyes of the lost sinners of Dante'
look down but offer
no words no wisdom no care
thrown to the side of the road
like left behind waste
the last ounce of dreams
the final hope
withered away
you made it seem so easy

Gomer LePoet...

Words I cannot say

I think she is gorgeous
but I do not have the right
to even think of her
in this sort of light

she is from another world
a world beyond my reach
even if I could talk to her
I'd fumble every word of speech

she would think me melon headed
not give a second glance
and of course there would not be
a chance for some romance

far from perfect I know I am
so behind the curtain I'll stay
it matters not how I feel
there are words I cannot say

Gomer LePoet...

Big Time

so I did not make the big time
I was deemed to come up short
my feet would not dance just right
that's what it said in my minds report

my choice of song left wanting
my voice not strong enough
and probably much more than this
these thoughts right off the cuff

disappointed **** right I am
I inhaled the smell of the crowd
for one short moment I came back to life
my soul screaming out loud  

see I can do this I really can
I have so much more inside
though not an idol or a star
but I refuse to hide

hey I'm not raising sour grapes
they did give me a chance
and though I did not show any fear
this glass of wine spilled on my pants

next time around I'll give it more
I'll pretend I'm Fred Astaire
or maybe even the Dancing Stars Max  
feet flying everywhere

I'll sing just like a bluebird
not screech like my backyard friend
I'll be the Phantom of the Opera
I must believe this is not the end

Gomer LePoet...

Cell Block 7**

yeah crank those super tweeters
let me feel the burning in my ears
I've been locked away in prison
for almost twenty-three years

they searched here and everywhere
trying to find my soul
but it was locked in my memory
that was the one thing they never stole

so now I'm free from the proding
no more bend it over and spread
they thought they were messing with me
but they had no idea what was in my head

I was jammin with Joe B.
and Eric C. sometimes came too
the only bending was on the 16th fret
triple harmonies screaming into the blue

wash those shirts dig that dirt
rake the garden get all the weeds
they didn't realize I was getting good stuff
the kind with really big seeds

so when they threw me to the floor
and yelled see how you like cell block 7
I just grinned from ear to ear
they had no idea I was heading to heaven

yeah they tried to take my dignity
they were just wasting their time
I wasn't going anywhere inside my head
I was busy looking for a line to rhyme  

Gomer LePoet ....

The Milkman Cometh

It could be Margie or it could be Pearl
bringing us our refreshment we trust
though we are all old dead beat boozers
we still enjoy sweet cookies dunked in lust  

we waited for Hickey for as long as we could
to get this party off with a bang
but we've waited long enough I say
time for a grand toast gosh dang

Rocky gave us the okay to get started
but he asked us to leave Cora alone
she was busy baking a surprise cake
for the captain who was finally coming home

Hickey finally shows but wont raise his glass
says he sees better now that he's sober
but he couldn't take the kiss from her lips
and quickly began to disrobe her

got milk they all yelled as the night wore on
the police finally shut it all down
the chocolate had been spilled everywhere
the news was all over the town
  
Gomer LePoet....

The Kings (a holiday poem)

Have you heard the news, the Kings are coming
the drummer boy, he's doing his drumming,
it's the time of year, when we celebrate,
it will have to do, though it's the wrong date

most people are smiling and humming carols,
shop, shop, shopping, reaching in barrels,
to find that perfect thing, for Bobby or Sue,
when searching our hearts is what we need to do

If Abraham, Muhammad, Jesus or Krishna is your King,
thank them all, for giving us voices to sing,
about the freedoms that they, gave to us all,
the hope and the joy, hearing our call

bringing us out, out to the light,
removing us from the darkness of night,
for they gave their lives, so we could be free,
they started it all, they made others see

so when we celebrate, this wonderful day,
let us not forget, how it got this way

David Nelson aka Gomer LePoet...

Don't Call Us ( we'll call you )

running with my loaf of sugar
trying to reach the top of the world
the boards were singing fine flatted fifths
and the strings were burning the fuzz tones
the radio station said they had no time
maybe I should try again later
so in other words what you're saying is
don't call us, we'll call you

well I wouldn't put it that way exactly
let me hook you up with the green eyed lady
she will give you the direct approach
although at times she'll ask for tongue in cheek
when Hammond eggs sung the clickity clack
we wanted so desperately to return
but we would not let those thoughts proceed
so when they called back for our help
we simply, succinctly, sweetly  said
don't call us, we'll call you

Gomer LePoet...

Run Baby Run

you turned away and left me here
all alone without a clue
I didn't understand the thoughts my dear
so sorry she says the jokes on you

I have my own life don't you see
you are not always the only part
sometimes I wanna be just me
and I am sorry if it hurts your heart

I have other friends not just you
and though I care an awful lot
I need not tell everything to you
just be happy with what you got

these are things I feel her say
she is right I'm not the only one
so go and do things your own way
I'll set you free run baby run

Gomer LePoet....

The Magicians Assistant

hidden behind cape and robe
the magic hat contains secret treasures
the seductive mistress with smiling face
brings slight of hand in different measures

now you see it now you don't
the trick is more than meets the eye
some will understand while others wont
they hide inside a box and cry

he waves his wand over the table
making things appear so real
but the assistant is doing as has been told
he gets all the applause it was the deal

Gomer LePoet....

I have you in my book

though she has said
the man with fancy words
holds no special grip
her praises
left to honor him
is like a honey drip

she has told him
her inner thoughts
everything that she feels
he has looked upon her face
late at night
while lifting his biker wheels

he is a total stranger
someone who writes divinely
most often words of lustful ***
who doesn't have the right
to know the things
about her as he inspects

you see I love this woman
and I work so very hard
to earn her love in return
sometimes I work to hard
making many mistakes
saying things that sometimes burn

how can you fight someone
someone who
is only a ghost to you
you cannot reach across
the miles in between
to ask him bid adieu

leave her alone
stop asking for her thoughts
about your words of lust
but it's too late
he already has a book
of her inside his mind I trust

I almost threw away
my dignity and
my chance to keep her near
by begging her
to remove this villain
from names that appear

she was afraid
I wanted to control
every thought that she had
but it was her special words
put in his book
that made me feel so bad

she has acquiesced
with feelings hurt
she still loves me but now this look
but I just couldn't
take it anymore
as he sits and reads his book

Gomer LePoet...

Who's Sorry Now

I have taken away your dignity
have I also taken away your soul
I wanted to change your world
but who's sorry now

I have made you see my mind
I have changed your point of view
you have done all I asked of you
but who's sorry now

you see it is you that makes you
it is not me and my selfish thoughts
I have gotten what I wanted
but who's sorry now

I have shown you my love in disguise
I have made tears fall from your eyes
I want you to be who you are
and I am sorry now

  Gomer LePoet...

127 Hasham Street

dancing to the music in her head
she was the quintessential artist

Debussy and Ravel watched her
as she twirled around in perfect circles

her fine laced shoes with flattened toe
she could stand ***** or point

the direction of the flow of her beauty
her long black hair flowing gently

her painted lips so red so bright
I could sit and watch all night

she performed every single night
in front of the 2nd story picture window

I could sit on my deck slowly drinking
a nice glass of the finest drambuie

rolling a fine Cuban cigar under my nose
never lighting just breathing

listening to the music play and
watching the angel at 127 Hasham Street  

Gomer LePoet...

Back in the Doghouse

I forgot to say I love you
when you needed my strength
it's not like it's the first time
I've been uncaring and unaware

you say maybe you've had enough
it's 2 am and where have I been
saying you're sorry won't cut it this time
I'm back in the doghouse again

so hard to teach an old dog
even though you know he cares
a night on the porch with no cover
then he'll be crying for his lover

so she forgives me again
and I promise I will get a clue
there's just no room for you
when I'm back in the doghouse again

Gomer LePoet...

Treatise on Cosmic Fire

I sky dive thru my skydrive
picking up pieces of forget-me-nots
holding on to hallucinations
and keep coming back for more
when I arrive I feel alive
ready for anything thrown my way
pretty lady sings the blues  
handing saucy notes out the door
she asks me can you handle the pain
of my screaming heart in your ear
if you don't understand the question
please let me make it completely plain
there's a fire burning so **** deep
it is cosmic in it's nature
from the hell of the bang
melting my heart with each quarter note
riding on a tall ship or a longboat
but she keeps on trying
ask her again if love is the answer
she whispers if you believe that
then you just might lose me
but you must keep trying
then maybe
I will ask you to stay

Gomer LePoet...

Hamburger Hell

Beefsteak Charlie says to Porky the Pig
I can see the party lights
someone's throwin' a bash and it sure looks big
down at the slaughter house tonight
say lets get together and hit the buffet
you might as well stuff yourself
they'll only throw it away

Old Colonel Sanders says to Elsie the Cow
golly baby you're the one
two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce,
pickel, cheese, onions on a sesame seed bun
say we just got time for a roll in the hay
might as well stuff yourself
they're here to take you away

I know where you're going, I can tell
don't go looking for me
down in Hamburger Hell

don't misunderstand me I wish you well
don't go looking for me
down in Hamburger Hell

lyrics by Todd Rundgren

Gomer LePoet...

Pearls from her Lips

her eyes burn right through me
sending flames of desire
her kisses even hotter
throwing fuel on the fire

her soft lips sweeter
so much sweeter than wine
Zinfandel with a peppery touch
and curves my god oh so fine

but more than just beauty
her thoughts bring me to grips
with wisdom in her words
sometimes pearls from her lips

Gomer LePoet....

The Tuner's Turn

he's tuned them all it seems
most of the 12,5oo different brands
he has tuned them even in his dreams
in damp basements and smoky band stands

Ballwin, Steinway, Schimmel and Mason
the very best there is to offer
Irving Strausser is the one to hasten
he is the master you want to proffer

a fine tinkler of the ivory in his own right
but never really ever given the chance
he practiced until dawn's early light
the best was a Holiday Inn wedding dance

he was in attendance that special night
at the Radio City Music Hall
he came to see the maestro's delight
but alas had tripped and fallen against the wall

the audience was antsy whistling and clapping hands
the producers were anxious not knowing where
they spotted Irving in the aisle hearing the demands
they begged him play they were in despair

he shook his head saying no certainly not me
I am just a tuner an amateur at best
they begged and pleaded for his sympathy
and well you can guess the rest

he finally took the stage the crowd settled in
he graciously bowed his head and explained the situation
after a few nervous moments he finally did begin
he played oh did he play to a standing ovation

his fingers flew over the keys like magic
this was the tuner's turn to take his place
some of the audience may forget his name
but they will always remember his face  

Gomer LePoet...

When I Get Old

When I get old and my hair falls out,
will you still want me now
When I get old and my teeth turn south,
will you still need me now
When I get old and nothing seems to work,
will you still love me now
When I get old and sometimes act like a ****,
will you still like me now

I hope you will remember when I was a stud
I pray that you'll forgive me when I am a dud
When I get old

When I forget where I put my keys,
will you still want me now  
When I complain about my knees,
will you still need me now
When I turn my radio too loud,
will you still love me now
When I break wind in a crowd,
will you still like me now

I hope you will remember when I was a stud
I pray that you'll forgive me when I am a dud
When I get old

When I'm a old grouch a royal pain,
will you still want me now
When I spill stuff leaving a stain,
will you still need me now
When I complain about everything,
will you still love me now
When I clog up the bathroom drain,
will you still like me now

I hope you will remember when I was a stud
I pray that you'll forgive me when I am a dud

When I get old
When I get old
When I get old

Gomer LePoet...

Sleeveless in Seattle

cruising through the pouring rain
night of the living dregs in my brain
thrown away dreams clogging up the drain

given away my slick jacket of satin
nothing left now but this picture of Patton
to stay awake keep repeating words of Latin

mea culpa I need a job something new
need something to take my mind off you
maybe the coffee house can give me something to do

Don McLean had his American Pie
so please explain to me why then can't I
keep off the sauce give the smoke a kiss goodbye

for lunch a giant box of Fiddle Faddle
broke as hell up the creek without a paddle
not even a decent shirt sleeveless in Seattle  

Gomer LePoet ....

Kitten Purrs

I hear the soft sound of
internal pleasure
knowing that she is satisfied
makes me feel good
her whiskers gently rub
against my face and shoulder
her soft wet nose placed
so close to my eye
I can see the gold tinge
in her iris
I rub her soft warm fur
wrap her tail
around my fingers
and listen to her
sweet singing purr
the words
Tāmaki Makaurau
Tāmaki Makaurau

Gomer LePoet ....

LOVE IS

Love is
the only thing
known
to never
bite
until
it's
dead

Gomer LePoet...

Renaissance Man

mathematician, painter and poet
a genius of an engineer
I wish I could have met the man
or even better if he were here

I would follow him everywhere
absorbing as much as I could
trying to collect his brilliance in a jar
you know most surely I would

his curiosity and imagination
equaled by few mortals ever known
his feats of undeniable skills
his seeds of desire forever grown

the anatomical research he started
unequaled technological ingenuity
the beautiful Mona Lisa's face
the Last Supper reflects his ASSIDUITY

the creator of simple bobbin winder  
the theory of plate tectonics
solar power and hydrodynamics too
his thoughts on moving robotics

yes he was a marvelous genius
his love of life will live on forever
sharing his unending reaching mind
we can marvel at this man together

Gomer LePoet ....

Angry

Angry birds drop rolling stones
angry words break lovers hearts and bones
angry voices have ugly tones
  
Gomer LePoet....

Philosofication

Personally, I’m not ******. Somebody I know is. He is so upset over something he had no control over that the rest of his day is “Absolute ****!”. His words, not mine. In fact, this all started in the morning when he tripped on a rock. It was then that he decided the whole day is ruined.

I really don’t have a clue how somebody can get that angry over stupid ****. How can a whole day be ruined by one silly little incident? That was less than 20 seconds out of the 86,400 seconds in the complete day. How does that ruin the entire rest of the day? The only explanation I can come up with is that these people have a case of stickuptheassititus.

That is a word. Trust me.

The people suffering from this believe that one little incident will have a profound effect on the rest of their existence. Tripping over a rock means that there is no longer a reason to be happy. In fact, any bad thing that happens leads to more bad things. Even if they have to go searching for it.

In recent studies that were never published because I just made them up, people with severe cases of stickuptheassititus have been known to rip heads off of kittens that aren’t cute enough. If their daily routines is interrupted, they will blow a proverbial gasket. It will be their main concern to make sure their whole day, and the day of those around them, is complete and utter ****.
In a recent survey that never happened, 3 out of 10 people firmly believed the Universe was out to get them because a bird took a healthy crap on their windshield. 2 out of those 10 have been miserable since ’76 because they didn’t get the 13″ Six Million Dollar Man action figure dressed in a red NASA style jumpsuit and came equipped with a Bionic Arm, a Bionic Left Eye with a wide angle lens and an Engine Block for Christmas.
Seriously folks, I don’t see the point of being miserable and ******* over things that are completely out of your control. If you trip over a rock, watch where you step. Get over it. **** it up like a big boy and move on. The Universe did not put that rock there to get you. It is not a grand conspiracy to make you have a bad day. Just because one tiny insignificant incident happens, does not mean everybody is out to get you.
Let me put this into perspective for you.
NOTE: Those with tiny brains should stop reading in fear that your head will explode and the person sitting next to you will have to clean it up before somebody sees your exploded head and accuses them of ******. Save them the headache of having to go on trial for a crime they may have wanted to commit but didn’t actually do.

Back to the perspective thing.

You are nothing more than a speck in the Universe. You are not part of the grand scheme of things. Your short life on this tiny, blue green rock is not going to make a difference to anybody who does not know you. Not even to a few that do. I don’t know. I try not to judge. Often.
This rock is over a couple million years old. It has seen it’s share of creatures come and go. Once you are gone, it will just move on. This little rock is also floating somewhere in this vast Universe that stretches farther than your eyes can see. If you were to stand in front of a map of the Universe, You wouldn’t even be able to see the teeny, tiny little arrow that says “You Are Here.”
That being said, You were not singled out of the multitude of organisms is this Universe to be picked on. Sometimes, **** just happens. To think that You are special enough to have the whole Universe stop what it is doing just to **** with you is beyond ridiculous and kind of insulting. It’s not like your Me or anything.

Time to Philosoficate

In the evidence that even the great and powerful ME is also a speck on the pimple of the Universe’s ***, I feel it is time to reflect on the way things could be. My view is a simple one, don’t spend what little time you have wasting it away in a pissy, little ***** mood.

Me personally, I don’t like being angry or in a bad mood. I would prefer to be happy.
There are rare moments when I get so angry I lose sight of the big picture. Moments when I just spent two hours creating the best design ever and Illustrator crashes so I lose everything. I don’t get ****** at the program for crashing. It doesn’t have an emotional reason for causing me grief. I get mad because I was the complete idiot that didn’t save his work for two hours. I get ****** at myself.
Besides that, the only other reason I would get angry is if somebody purposely caused harm to my family. Thank the Universe that hasn’t happened yet. I don’t have the time to torture somebody yet so I’ll just end up locking them in a crate and then forget about them like I did my pet turtle Mr. Shell. Then I would have to make the time to dig a grave or burn the crate which would stink up the neighborhood. Either way, CSI people would be involved and then I would have to take the extra time to find the best person to frame for the crime.
I didn’t even get ****** when I failed miserably trying to walk to Phoenix. Disappointed, Yes. ******, No. Still think it would be an awesome idea but I will not be doing it.
Anyways, for those of you who actually get it, good for you. For those that are inflicted with it, most of you are hopeless causes and will eventually whither away. The Universe will still keep rolling along. Take a brief moment on this journey of life and take that stick out of your ***. Walk over, smell the flowers and resist your urge to ***** about them. Life gets a **** load better when you’re not always worked up over the tiny details.

* By Scott Linke *

Gomer LePoet....

Turn Your Head

when I say I really love your look
you just turn away and stare at your book
I'm trying to get up next to you
seems like maybe you don't want me to

you're new to school and I know you're scared
finding someone new who really cared
so many guys just want your stuff
you're wanting more that's not enough

I've watched and listened to you in class
you're really smart and you never pass
a chance to show just how perfect you are
can I give you a lift in my really old car

I promise to always treat you kind
though I have flaws I'm not stuck in my mind
please won't you give me a chance instead  
show me your smile don't turn your head

Gomer LePoet....

Split Decision

A left to the jaw
a right to the groin
not a clear winner
you need to flip a coin

no holds barred
everything is fair
except for strangulation
or the pulling of hair

not sure how it started
or where it will end
no longer lovers
no point to pretend

go to neutral corners
wait for the whistle to blow
I'm tired of this fight
can't believe she don't know

waiting for the scorecard
no need for special vision
no one is the winner
it's a split decision
  
Gomer LePoet....

Let it Rain

her soft lips no longer
whisper I love you in my ear
she no longer feels that way
is exactly what I fear

times and things have changed
someone else is in her dreams
while I lay here holding back
I wonder if she hears my screams

she has always been everything to me
though maybe I have not shown this
afraid to show and now I'm lost
no longer do I taste her kiss

now the tears are falling down
I know she can hear my pain
she turns her back and pretends
guess I'll just let it rain

Gomer LePoet....

Conflict

it is said
to be free
freedom of choice
is necessary
but
by choosing
we create
inner conflict
so maybe
true freedom
is
not to choose

Gomer LePoet...