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....

"Stay Away"

You gave me too many chances
Now it's drivin' us apart
I keep on runnin' with the boys, girl
But then you knew that from the start
It must keep building up inside you
'Cause you never let it show
I know I'm hanging on the edge now
But I won't let go

I never meant to hurt you
But something was on my mind
Just give me one more chance
We can make it this time

Stay away, stay away from my heart
Stay away, stay away from my heart

If you gave me three wishes
I'd throw two of them away
I've seen that look in your eye girl
I'd use the last one this way
We've been from rags to riches
But your love can't be bought
I'm just a junkyard dog, girl
Who's afraid he's been caught

You're standing in the shadows
Watching everything that I do
And I know the way things must look
It couldn't be further from the truth

Stay away, stay away from my heart
Stay away, stay away from my heart

[Bridge:]
Remember how it used to be girl
Makin' love like it's the last time
We held each other close
Not knowing what we'd found
You felt the pounding of my thunder
As your rain was pouring down

[Instrumental break]

I never meant to hurt you
But something was on my mind
Just give me one more chance
We can make it this time

Stay away, stay away from my heart
Stay away, stay away from my heart
Stay away, stay away from my heart
Stay away, stay away from my heart

Steve Lukather

Gomer Lepoet....

Still Raining, Still Dreaming

A rainy day
that I can dream on

jimi hendrix


Gomer LePoet ....

Stoking The Furnace of Love

awareness of
the pleasure they bring
her lips touching
the climb begins stretched
stoking the furnace of love
the desire for more
his expressive release
stars slipping from the sky
in one desperate gasp of extreme
complete
explosive
capitulated
flaming

Gomer LePoet...

Stone Cold

so far away
like a Venus moon
cold stone eyes
stone cold lies

you were here
you were there
I thought I knew you
but does anyone

you put me on
you put me off
you put me out
you remind me of a
song from the Rainbow

I was a day late
a dollar short
an octave and
2 flats low

I'm coming home
will you be there
will this time
you pretend to care

or will you hum a tune
off into space without a care
bless your heart I do declare
didn't the wicked witch melt

Gomer LePoet....

Stone Eyes

you look but do not see
you do not see what is inside of me
so cold so dark so unfeeling
what would you find if I removed the peeling

an animal of pure disdain
growing darker from the falling rain
an arrow pierced thru my heart
how can I explain just where do I start

everywhere I look I see tears
souls who are hurting hiding their fears
their clouded future and sad doubt
no understanding of what it's all about

so I turn my heart to stone
knowing I will wind up left all alone
and my eyes they refuse to look
they turned to stone too stolen by the crook

love divine never stopping by
in this world of mine and now I cry
never to stroll in the court of the king
strumming my mandolin and now I sing

where should I go to slowly die
no need for you to wonder why
wearing my dark veiled disguise
trying to hide my cold stone eyes

Gomer LePoet....

Story Teller III - Pain in the rear

Hey Bradley come over here and sit by the fire
ah this is perfect weather for camping young fellow
I sure am glad that we had a spare truck tire
I marked where the hole was I marked it in yellow

tomorrow we'll go to town and get us a new one
but now it's time to sit back and just enjoy
camping is a great time to tell stories and have fun  
grandad has a story he wants you to hear boy

here we'll have a beer now don't tell your dad
you know you're almost old enough to go off to war
I have a story I want to share with you lad
it's a story my grandad told me one night in a bar

he was just 17 and felt he had a duty to do
the Germans had started throwing their weight
so he joined Uncle Sam's army and off he flew
of course his family was concerned for his fate

only 2 weeks overseas on dangerous foreign soil  
scary face to face combat with other young boys
he was fighting in Africa protecting their oil
these guns and bullets were real not just toys

these kids were scared but they were brave
fighting for freedom from Jerry *******
many of these youngsters still did not shave
they'd give their lives in honor of their nation

well the guns were blazing bullets zinging by
trying to stay low keep your head down out of fear
then he felt the burning pain but he would not cry
he took friendly fire two rounds right in his rear    

Gomer LePoet....

Story Teller IV (Billy and Bart )

he walks in the saloon spurs jingling loud
faces turn frightened everyone in the crowd
except for Bart he keeps his cold stare
bodies are dashing but he stays right there

he knows it's Billy without turning his head
no place to hide now time to face him instead
the fear and loathe has made his nostrils flare
his hand to his side now waiting for the dare

Billy was simply the one that no one could face
bushy eyebrows and unruly hair every place
when he spoke you took at least one step back
waiting anxiously for the fierce attack

he spoke in riddles and never made sense
his mouth sputtered spray his eyes so intense
if you were lucky you could give him the shake
point over there I think there is some cake

when he turned with desire for tastes so sweet
you quickly turned and quietly shuffled your feet  
head for the exit from his attempted control
drool running down his chin this disgusting soul

Billy was this proverbial pain in everyone's side
but Bart had this way of coolness down deep inside
he would reach out his hand in gesture so kind
that Billy would just smile a smile that shined

Billy wasn't really the beast that everyone thought
he just wanted a friend it was kindness he sought
take away from these words a higher ground
look inside your heart to see what you found
  
Gomer LePoet....

Styx and Stones

Styx and Stones, can break your bones,
they can leave you with cuts and bruises
a broken heart, can go on and on
it's sad, when somebody loses

the things that they love,
the things that define them,
the things so dear to their heart
they fill you with lies,
right in front of you eyes,
they think they're so **** smart

porcupine quills, over-due bills,
are more things that can give you pain
but a stab in the back, or hung on the rack,
will leave more than a mark or a stain

smiles from heaven above,
smiles from the one you love,
smiles from a complete stranger
kisses in a dish,
kisses when you wish,
look for warnings of danger

Styx and Stones, mortgages and loans,
the fat cats are still getting fatter
they scoff and pretend, they've been honest to the end,
while sneaking a bun off your platter

Gomer LePoet....

su·per·flu·ous

Enough now
stop it please
your unending diatribe
has me on my knees

back it off
take a break
the constant castigation
makes my eyeballs shake

cool your jets
back it down
you've made your point
you're the talk of the town

take it easy
give it a rest
your philippic tone
isn't your best

way too much  
more than needed
you rascally knave
your thoughts repeated

so keep it simple
be more adroit
remove the puzzle
ala David Hoyt

Gomer LePoet....

Surprise, Surprise

****, imagine that
a quick duck-in
then gone in 24
I was just
a temporary distraction
I guess I can't complain
or at least shouldn't complain
it was a whole lot better
than the previous
almost 2 years now
keep a stiff upper lip
after all
there was that
stiff lower shaft
that was created
by the doll

anyway
a heart can be broken
many times
I know
I found out
the hard way

Gomer LePoet...

Swollen and Hard

they told me I was a handsome lad
a smile that could steal a heart
I let that thought turn me into a cad
I allowed my head to become swollen

they said if I truly applied myself
I could be anything I wanted
I let that thought sit on the shelf
I allowed my head to become hard

life's lessons take time to learn
there are no perfect answers
your soul can simply crash and burn
if you let your ego become swollen

friendships will eventually fade away
tired of your selfish ways
you will regret your actions someday
if you let your heart become hard

cherish every moment let your heart sing
learn giving is such a wondrous way
your smile can become an ugly thing
if you become swollen and hard

Gomer LePoet ....

Taking Chances

when we were young, full of vim and vigor
we could not wait, until we were bigger
few things frightened us, we were made out of steel
seeking excitement, we wanted to feel

short on brainpower, but strong blood and guts
we didn't care, if we were knocked on our butts
we'd get right back up, and try it again
from climbing a tree, to committing a sin

now we are older, the chances more measured
simple things then, now are more treasured
being more careful, with much more to risk
keeping things hidden, on a backup hard disk

are we smarter now, or just a whole lot more boring
have we lost our zest, spending time hiding and snoring
afraid to take chances, throw our hearts in the ring
seeking out ways, to make our hearts sing

I don't want to die, having too many regrets
being so careful, simply hedging my bets
let them all snicker, and call me a fool
I want to live life, bending some of the rules

put on that parachute, take that big leap,
take some missed chances, before that last sleep
look that special friend, square in the eye
tell them I love you, let your heart fly  

Gomer LePoet...

Talisman

let me be your lucky charm
put me in your pocket
let me protect you from all harm
keep my picture in your locket

let me chase away your blues
I'll hold you ever tighter
let me be your forever muse
I'll be your lover and your fighter

let me kiss away your fears
I want to be your shinning Knight
let me wipe away all the tears
I want to be your shinning star so bright

let me hold your loving heart
I want to be your everything I can
your *** of gold at the rainbow's end
I want to be your talisman

Gomer LePoet ...

Talking Turkey

gobble gobble gobble
it may sound like giberish to you
or sometimes called gobbledygook
nonsensical in thought it's true

the genesis of language
was born here though at least it seems
the northern mesopotamian birthplace
the birthplace of our dreams

the beginnings of modern man
the farmer now the gatherer no longer
communication skills needed more
the thoughts so much stronger

this bipedal ***** standing creature
descendant of humanoids now gone
move north out of Baghdad
and learned to sing a song

the music still playing in our ears
lingers on from these Turkish rants
poetry in another form
words of the future cants

Gomer LePoet....

Taming of the Jew

Zedekiah was a wild young boy
who swore he would never settle down
always in trouble with his elders
he had been banned from the local town

the Rabbi chastised him constantly
his father threatened him with harm
out of pure ornery spite
he had a tattoo of Goliath put on his arm

picking fights and raising hell
no one knew what to do
how to take the fight out of him
but not the spirit within his soul too

then on his 16th birthday
a redheaded princess appeared
he caught her eye and she smiled his way
his heart raced too hard he feared

she was so beautiful he thought
she must be an angel from above
she said her name was Rebecca
and he instantly fell in love

she had heard about him she said
and all of his devious ways
if he had any serious interest in her
there would have to be changes made

as the months and the years swept by
everyday he loved her more
she captured his heart beyond belief
then came the knock on her door

he came to ask for her hand he said
he begged her to be his bride
he could no longer stand alone
his love was bursting inside

she smiled and kissed him oh so softly
and yes was her answer she swore
this wild young man had finally been tamed
he promised his heart forever more

Gomer LePoet...

Tattooed Baboon

jumping man leaps many frogs
feathered water jugs burst with buttery bubbles
tattooed baboon screams absolute delight
  
Gomer LePoet....

Tell me all about you

tell me everything
everything you want me to know
what makes you high
what makes you low

what are your special dreams
what are your scary fears
just what makes you laugh
and what brings on the tears

what is it that makes you think
what lulls you to angels sleep
how do I win your heart
you are so beautiful and so very deep

you make my heart skip beats
is there something that makes you feel that way
I want to know everything
my heart leans on every word you say

you are special not like any other
so tell me how I can be the one for you
the one that holds your heart too
tell me all  all about you

Gomer LePoet...

Tell me your Secrets

tell me your secrets
share with me your purest dreams
I want to be a part
you words so sincere it seems

let me help you write your book
let me be in a page or two
your thoughts already written
please tell me how to get through

maybe I have been to bold
maybe not bold enough
you can tell me how wrong I've been
I'm actually pretty tough

but don't leave me lying here
in this bed of fallen dust
not understanding why I have fallen
before my tears turn my heart to rust

Gomer LePoet...

The 12th of Never

you ask how long I will stay with you
you feel that I might drift away,
will I always be here and true
I will promise you each and every day

as long as there is a moon above
and stars continue to fill the skies,
I promise this to you my love
the stars will fill my lonely eyes

although the constellations slip unseen
every night they do return,
you'll find them somewhere in between
the light and dark you learn

you ask how long I will stay with you
I need an answer both true and clever,
this I swear and pledge to you
I will be with you until the 12th of never

Gomer LePoet...

The approximate weight of Czechoslovakia

is the world we see a reality
or is the world of our dreams the real reality
from the infinitesimal of atoms and quarks
to the enormity of our universe
it is the perspective of our view
but is what we view – real
was there a beginning
and is there an end
if the big bang is real
was the last time
the first time
or
has this happened
100, 1000, 1000000 times
unless you are GOD
I doubt you really have a clue
it to me is like guessing
The approximate weight of Czechoslovakia

Gomer LePoet...

The Atomic Weight of Arrogance

Politicians, self-absorbed business tycoons
super star athletes and various other baboons
have this special quality which we all endear
thinking they are above us they make it perfectly clear

they're thoughts, needs and wants are second to none
they want these important issues known to everyone
czars, kings, dictators, potentates put them in a line
actors, music stars, the schoolyard bully even comes to mind

we have all known or seen them digitally displayed publicly
holding down with tightly clenched fist if we disagree
they have been endowed with preordained magic powers  
sprinkled by their own private god's golden showers

they have always known more than mere mortal man
with more intelligence in one finger thats always been the plan
some seem confused that we don't all see them as our hero
last I checked the atomic weight of arrogance
is still a whopping zero

Gomer LePoet....

The Atomic Weight of Arrogance

Politicians, self-absorbed business tycoons
super star athletes and various other baboons
have this special quality which we all endear
thinking they are above us they make it perfectly clear

they're thoughts, needs and wants are second to none
they want these important issues known to everyone
czars, kings, dictators, potentates put them in a line
actors, music stars, the schoolyard bully even comes to mind

we have all known or seen them digitally displayed publicly
holding down with tightly clenched fist if we disagree
they have been endowed with preordained magic powers  
sprinkled by their own private god's golden showers

they have always known more than mere mortal man
with more intelligence in one finger that's always been the plan
some seem confused that we don't all see them as our hero
last I checked the atomic weight of arrogance is still a whopping zero

Gomer LePoet....

The Battle of Sinners and Saints

in the fight of good versus evil
it is an never ending war
from the mystic figures of folklore
who some will hold that these are the truths
winged creatures with the faces of angels
and those with the faces of horned demons
some will swear these creatures are real and exist
even to this day
funny how the ones who represent good
have the faces of beauty and are referred to as angels
while the ones who represent evil
have the faces of ugly and are referred to as demons
its also funny that we prove over and over
that our interpretation of ugly and beautiful
have nothing to do with good or evil  
in fact quite often it is just the opposite
you see it is not the outward appearance
or even the sometimes garbled rhetoric
spewed from the mouths that can be identified
as good or evil beauty or ugliness
far too often ones who spread christian kindness
maintain a darkness inside their souls
it is easy to be fooled sometimes by those
who wear masks and think of themselves as saints
condemning others and claiming they are sinners
history has proved this time and again
and for those who think they really know the truth
they really have all the answers good for them
faith is a good thing there is nothing wrong with faith
but it is a belief based upon nothing that can be
proved to be real and that is why it is called faith
but those who are of this realm cannot and should not
condemn those that are skeptical of their intentions
and maybe those who need proof should try
having a little faith since they have no proof either
I think we all know deep in our hearts what is good
we also know what is evil at least I hope so
I suspect though that things will continue
as they have over the millennium of time
there will continue to be finger pointers
there will continue to be liars and cheats
there will always be
the battle of sinners and saints
  
Gomer LePoet...

The Bodacious Blonde

she is a portmanteau a blending of thought
voluptuous yes but yet down-home too
she'll bake you a cake or a sweet tasty pie
with flour on her face a bomb shell sacre bleu

she is courageous audacious and a spirited soul
fiesty like a hornet you'll feel her sting
graceful and kind be careful not to raise her ire
and please pretty please don't ask her to sing

she can haul out the trash and mend a skirt
carry large loads and cut the back nine
she doesn't mind playing in the dirt
but when she dresses up oh my god she is fine

her grey eyes sparkle bright in the light
her long golden hair down her back
it's hard to let go when she kisses you good nite
pressing against you with her incredible rack

a friend forever and an incredible lover
who wouldn't be proud to have her on your arm
although not a spy but great under cover
yes she is bodacious and her kisses are warm

Gomer LePoet ....

The Bridge is on Fire

what is it with pride
biting your nose just never works
your face is still the same
and that's a shame
the ones who touch your heart
should be the ones you touch
even if they don't touch you
the way you want them to
there was something special
about them that found their way
into your heart
into your soul
and it is still there …

so I am trying to rebuild
the bridges I have burned
all the time I have wasted
all the love I have tasted
before my time has left the building
just like Elvis

Gomer LePoet ....

The Burning Bush

fire falling from the sky
did it come from the place called Heaven
it has left us wondering why
the ancients say that it took seven

the prophets were they mere mortal men
or so much more we can't explain
to wonder about this earth back when
the possibilities tear at my brain

was the Father from the far deep space
an ancient alien in his ship of time
did he bring us to this place
profess his laws against every crime

handed down on tablets of clay
when all done shove comes to push
these things I think of every day
was that my master in the burning bush

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...

The End

And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make.

The Beatles

The Gathering

they came from the east
they arrived from the north
searching for the warmth of the gulf breezes
snow already covered most of them
a few hours in the southern sun
they would show more pink than Floyd
broken or injured in need of repair
like Jon Bon living on a prayer
smiling faces waiting to die
some just sit, stare or cry
they come here every year
in hopes of finding youth
only to find another year has gone
they'll drink their scotch and bourban
and sing songs to each other out of key
laugh at **** they never actually heard
pretending their hearing still works
guess that's why they sing so bad
how in the hell can they know
come early spring they reload
and start the reverse trek
they wave goodbye and throw kisses
I wonder if they will return
or be collected into the new world
a new and different gathering
  
Gomer LePoet ....

The Gift

The most beautiful gift
ever bestowed upon man
is intelligence ....

the gift to inquire
the gift to reason
the gift to explore
the gift to wonder
the gift to love

The worst gift
ever bestowed upon man
is understanding ....

the gift that makes man wonder
why is he here
what is his destiny
what was the reason
is the reason
when
or
will
he ever
understand....

if man tasted the forbidden fruit
from the tree of knowledge
then the joke
was on him

Gomer LePoet ....

The Goodbye Look

The Dan talked about it, they even wrote a song,
how things got so messed up, she finally said so long,
you just had to test the waters, had to push the edge,
now your standing all alone, out there on that ledge

you promised her a wine and dine, then forgot to call,
you said that you were detained, down at City Hall,
some mix up, some sort of gaffe, you were not to blame,
why did you not dial me up, if this is what you claim

she checked it out, she caught you flat, your pathetic lies,
disgust and disappointment, laser beams from her blue eyes,
there is no way to misread, those daggers that you took,
I believe you just got, what's known as, The Goodbye Look  

You said you did not know that girl,  just helped her find her way,
but you were seen at her locker, seven times today,
it wasn't you is what you said, must be some mistake,
you weren't even there today, you were at the lake

she checked it out, she caught you flat, your pathetic lies,
disgust and disappointment, lasers from her blue eyes,
there is no way to misread, those daggers that you took,
I know you just got, what's known as, The Goodbye Look  

Gomer LePoet...