wonder, wandering in the ethereal realm
staggering down the line
between sleep and consciouness.
The name, rings out in my ears
turning slightly over
to the empty side of bed

And I can't quite figure out
which one is the dream
Are you here? Next to me tonight,
while I'm dreaming up the emptiness beside me.
Or are you there? far far far away
with the another arm wrapped around you tightly.

Settle down, underneath the covers
that I built around my head
and I wonder, I wonder
what's the chances, of the unseen pelican
swooping down, shooting through my window
and carrying in its beak a miracle of time and space.

And if I wake up
don't make me stop the dreams
the ones where I find you right there next to me
and if I fall down
leave me on the floor
I've been there many times
and it's not so comfortable
And if I stand up
would you let me walk away
will you let me find some way
some day.
some day.
- posted by chris @ 9:13 AM

 
Well, aren't you fucking smart
if you say so yourself
You think you're going to beat me
put me up on some shelf.
Well here's some news for you
you fucking cocky cocksucker
You didn't think ahead
You deluded motherfucker.

Twelve steps ahead,
You think I'm one behind
But underestimatation
will leave you intertwined

Stuck in my web
Left to wonder how
A paragon of wisdom
The smartest one around
Could be so suckered in
by one you think is less
but cocky motherfucker
you're fucking with the best.

I don't strike out unless provoked
and not in overt ways
you'll never see it coming
a hidden tidal wave.
I'll make you think you're lucky
I'll cuddle with your dreams
Cold and calculated,
You'll loosen at the seams.
And you brought it on yourself,
You thought that you were ample,
But now you've just become,
Another clear example.
- posted by chris @ 9:13 AM

 
I want to stab a knife
into your fucking eye
I want to kick your head in
until you fucking die.

I want to rip the ears
right off your fucking head
I want to break your teeth
and watch the floor turn red.

I want to choke your neck
hear your straining breath
I wonder if you're eyes will change
when you first glimpse death.

I want to drain your soul
leave you lifeless in the park
slipping through the shadows
I blend into the dark.
- posted by chris @ 9:13 AM

 
Fingers to the bone,
all for work unknown,
I'd rather be home playing my guitar.

Fire up a bowl,
I tell you from my soul
That open wounds will heal with time and drugs.

Spend 8 hours
lacking stimulation,
brain starts crying deprivation.
- posted by chris @ 7:41 AM

 
I'm huge in Europe
I told the white trash girl.
She'd never left the county,
let alone the country.
She was impressed, until I used some big words
then she became confused.

I like amusing a small percentage of the population with my clothing.

I am too good to wear a tshirt with words on it.




- posted by chris @ 7:41 AM