Head spinning
Feet tapping
Mind wrapping
Thought trapping
Idea capping
Desperation mapping
Quality lacking

Spaces filled
Time killed
Not thrilled
Answers willed

Nails biting
Cheaters sighting
After all nighting
Wrongs not righting
Feel like flighting

Brainpower waning
Lack of knowledge maintaining
Wisdom draining
Composure regaining

Test failing
Arms flailing
Letters mailing
Face paling
The big unveiling
No more prevailing
The action entailing:
My annihilation

I do things that as a kid I promised I wouldn't
and tell myself that it's alright when I probably shouldn't
because my brainpower
could be used for staying power
'stead I fly for cover like birds in a rain shower

We go bad like curds on the Mayflower
hoping we can make one moment last eight hours
forget our jealousy
convinced we're making memories,
but something in my heart keeps on telling me:

Somebody tell me why I'm so mad
and why growing apart makes me so sad
sometimes I wish I could go back
I really wish I could go back

I've made mistakes, and I know that
I have a good heart, but I'm so bad
sometimes I wish I could go back
oh how I wish I could go back

Knowledge comes with time,
brainpower does not.

If you never had deep thoughts as a child,
have you ever even really thought?

I'm a docder, pretty wizard, how d'ya like that?
I prescribe drugs, you just wear a pointy hat!
I ain't no Dr. Phil BS or Dr. Dre crap,
While you're busy casting spells, I'm savin' some poor old chap
Against me, you wouldn't stand a chance
I'm smarterer than you, and you just have a fancy stance
I'm a real life livin' docder
And you need me as a proctor
Just to drink some vodkar
And by now I bet you're wonderin' what ya just got in yer
Ya can't even rhyme
So why should I waste a single bit of my time
Fightin' with ma docder powers which are all so sublime
And here's a little gift
Before I shift
Back ta destroyin' all ya lyin'
Without even tryin'
It's a free little lesson
Better count it as a blessin'
Crap, wizard, that, warcraft and path
Don't rhyme, just do the math
And also by the way, you misspelled "WRATH!!!!!"
I can wear whatever I want, from my boots up to my hat
So, my little wizard, what d'ya think of that?
I can use anything, from a .50 cal to a bat
You just get a stick, and a stupid purple hat
I can eat 416 billion grams of fat
And cuz I'm a docder, I'd burn it off in nothin' flat
By just using a little brainpower to focus
All of my smartererness, against your hocus pocus  
You could never mess with me
Or either docder buddy,
Jedingaling and Murly
You'd leave so freakin early
If we started a beef
So just can it, and save yourself the grief
Against Walsh, you would flee
And as of now, he hasn't even got his docder PhD!
Unlike me!
Yeah, try every fancy trick
And poke me with a stick
A docder can take any pain,
From a puny little stick to a saw with a chain!
And then the docder'd turn around and use an attack
And your whole puny world would fade into black
You are done
I have just won
CUZ I'M A DOCDER, SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taking Chances

when we were young, full of vim and vigger
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 commiting 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 hedgeing 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...

Sunday afternoon was spent in my best friends bed.

It isn't like that, I swear,
it's just that when I'm with him,
I don't have to be anybody else.

It's just that when I'm with him,
I don't have to worry
about scaring him away.

It's just that when I'm with him,
I don't have to use the extra brainpower
that is the filter between me and other people.

It's just that when I laid there
it was a lot like coming home
and a lot like I never left.

It's just that when I'm with him
I don't have to worry about being homeless,
because it feels like something
permanent.

You got a mouth on you
Creative curses, constructive criticism, cavernous cynicism
Your words take flight like vultures flocking to roadkill
But after the initial attack
Your supporting facts creep forward coyly
They are spineless and limp black noodles
Slipping out the corners of your cracked lips
Knowing they will fail you
Even before they have begun
They resent you for coming on so strong
And not having much to follow up on
Reluctantly they move about blindly
Stumbling monosyllables breathy and aggravating
Littering the air, blowing around in the idiot wind
With your jaw clenched and eyes like stone
You reluctantly accept the task ahead


You go off about what little you know about politics
Just the punch lines, none of the real news
The injustice of the world gets you all riled up
Health insurance companies preying on the poor
The lack of concern people have for themselves or their fellow man
Conspiracy theories and reprimand
And what you would do if you were finally the tyrant
Instead of a member of the oppressed
You discriminate against those around you
By their race, ***, tattoos, religion, and zodiac signs
You are a new breed of the inane

Guilelessness frightens you
Though you hate the feeling that everything is sugar coated for you
So you don’t buckle under the impact of the truth
You wouldn’t have it any other way
Because the truth will make you cry instead of set you free
Lies swarm around you like flies
Clouding your eyes with false perceptions
You are drugged by smooth words
Slipping out loved one’s lips like honey
and swelling in your ear  
The sweet patronizing nature of it
Makes you cringe to no end

My mouth is far from clean
I make all the wrong moves
Say all the wrong things
Looking out for personal gain
And resentful of those who have the skills I pine for
I try to repeat my words
Lull them into submission
Forgive myself for the things I’ve done

To silence my sin I punish myself
with a lavender bar of soap
The bitterness makes me numb
It lingers long after it is gone
It serves to plug that nasty dribble from making its way down my chin
I accept the necessity of wiping the slate clean
My palate is far from being cleansed
But that doesn’t stop me from scrubbing

The smell is a sham
Hiding the underlying fact of filth
I draw the bath
And let everything around me bubble
Rubber ducks smile at me
Like dauntless sociopaths

I look into the murky water
And there you are staring back at me
You mirror me mockingly
Your eyebrows arched in surprise
You got a stick of soap hanging out of your mouth
Your teeth sinking in deep
Like a dog that won’t let go no matter how much you pull

Taking hold of my body like a puppeteer
You force my image to disappear
And be replaced with yours
But this feeling of identity lingers in my ability to fear
The cold air sends chills down my shoulders
Little goosebumps ready to hatch out of my porous skin  
Your eyes always following mine
Ready for the to chaos to set in

Your malevolent attitude slips off
like a winter coat dropping at your feet
and now you're like a new duckling
fuzzy and childish
filled with wonder and fear  
fresh and clean
scrubbed raw and bare

You look into my eyes
Reach out and grab me by the arm
Ease me down in the water to calm my shivers
Even underneath the warm water
My teeth chatter
My oxygen is gone but you hold me still
I breathe water in and choke
Panic strikes and I try to find your eyes
Searching for an explanation
But then you are gone
As if the pressure of your hands were never there

I gasp quick short breaths
Sweaty soap suds skates into my eye
The sting is overpowering
And I feel like I'll go blind
I squeeze my eyes tight
The burning refuses to subside
So I submerge my head in the water
And try to accept what I cannot control

I gather my strength there
The red darkness of my eyelids
and the thunder in my head
and the veins that strike and bulge like lightning
Allows a calmness to set in
My hair drifts like seaweed
Caressing my skin
We share a moment
in the lukewarm water
The turmoil of our existence
Finally settling in still water

You and I are one in the same
We share a name
Although I claim you are my alter ego
I am not a double edged sword
Just a two faced *******

One side can be as clear as day
Transparent in every way
Right as rain
She is loyal and submissive
She is pure and clean
Not much to be seen
Open and honest to the extreme
Not scheming or selfish
Never thinking of the responsibilities
or the commitments she has made
She enjoys her own company
And is perfectly comfortable that way
She never keeps secrets
Or spreads words of hate
Just plain and careless
She doesn’t talk much
but when she does it’s all the same
Her words mean nothing
She never lies or has much ambition
She is monotonous and prefers to be hidden
Set in her ways of gambol
relinquishing thought and time
And the words collecting in her mind
Recoil to unkempt corners
And she pressures the neurons synapse to detach
And leave those thoughts in space
No trace of activity left
All the brainpower she has
Focusing solely on how to navigate
Through this rocky terrain

The other is jaded and bitter
Never clean
She explode and implodes
Always spewing words like bullets
Defensive and vengeful
She enjoys the aura of grunge
And flaunts the obscene
She successfully keeps people at bay
With her attitude and disarray
She loves the smell of her own sweat
She is in love with herself
Trying to perfect her form
She thinks she’s real tough
And capable of so much more
In her mind she is lanky, strong, and tomboyish
But she’s just as weak
Physically and mentally
As the girls she derides  
Angry, selfish, shallow and sullen


The two share the same ignorance
But this one loves to talk anyway
Going off of emotions rather than logic
And hating everyone for calling her out on her *******
Her superfluous angst is unending
But she brings it her upon herself
And refuses to see the connection

They fuse into one shoulder-conscious body
Insecurities rule their life
But they act superior
Detesting and dismissing ardent love
And they return to their reflection
To find solace in the image it shows
But they find ways to deconstruct reality
If just for a moment
And return to a pile of dust rather than a mountain of flesh
Flying effortlessly in the wind they were baptized in
And break the wall that separates them

we abuse our
most precious tool
the human psyche

misuse the recognition of patterns
in inane sameness
epiphanies of apophenia
misguided musings muddling
our addled minds

wasting brainpower on
fantasies of deities rather
than scientific discoveries and
emancipatory philosophies that
could liberate us from the
miasma of modern life

inquiry is free

Stranded for years upon this tormenting land
My heart yearns to leave the forsaken sand
With new wings spread, I will freely fly
To touch the sun, the beautiful sky

Determined to escape, I diligently build
Using every last brainpower I've willed
Day by day, feather by feather
This will be my greatest creation ever

Finally, after so many dreadful years
And all the painstaking tears
My wings are complete, I'm ready to soar
Standing before a cliff, I see the new door

Taking flight, I battle the wind
Reaching the sky, it's more than I imagined
Watching the world below me disappear
I'm suddenly embraced by immense fear

The distance increases ever so morosely
and danger lurking, more and more closely
Doubt enters my mind, I quiver and cower
Will I reach my goal or lose my power?

My wings are melting, the sun is near
Flashes of memories of all I hold dear
This must be the end, I'm holding my breath
But all is blurry, this must be my death

I find myself upon cool, green grass
The sun is gone, what was to pass?
Underneath the moonlight, upon new land
I notice something different about my hand

A black imprint on the tip of my finger