Where will you go?
When there's no place you can hide.
When there's no one to confide.
And you're seldom sorry self is ostracized.

These games you play
are catching up.
blind side exposed,
tears won't come
and yet you stay
staring awake.
the things that came to be
and wondering
why
why
why
did i do those things
play those games
hide beneath
a shield of hypocrisy.
seeking answers.
another game.
you already know,
but refuse to look.
- posted by chris @ 5:59 PM

 
Oh Voodoo doll of love,
where would I be without you?
Oh it's so nice to have you
working on my side.

That little strand of hair,
let me get that for you there.
And run right home to put it in a potion.

Now you're under my spell,
you cannot repel,
the voodoo driven love you feel for me.

Needle in the eye,
forget that other guy,
he's so far beneath you, don't you see.

And once again,
I make you my best friend
now perhaps we can both get naked.

My ugliness would leave me all alone.
My unpersonality would drive them all away.
Oh voodoo doll of love, what would I do without you.
- posted by chris @ 11:43 AM

 
Compadre, with no doubts
You're the one who touts
just how great you are all the time.

Arrogant and brash,
You need attention so you clash
with everyone and everything around you.

Hey look at me!
I need for you to see,
me acting like a fool, please look at me!

Hey I wonder if you know,
I'm great from head to toe
Let me tell you more and more about me!

You don't need to speak,
See, I'm the one unique-
The only one who's got something to say.

It's your lucky day,
I'm going to now convey,
some wisdom because I am so far above you.
- posted by chris @ 9:23 AM

 
You're the one,
the bird I see every day.
You're the robbin,
and he's the blue jay.
- posted by chris @ 9:21 AM

 
I cannot relate to most of you.
I don't know why I try the things I do.
Now I find myself
intersecting boredom and pain
but you probably don't understand
because I am rather arcane.

So I stay right where I am
and pretend that I don't feel
the anxiety is building up
but there's really no appeal.

I like to keep my distance
and sometimes run away.
The things I say and do
have lead to disarray.

I'm probably made of music
just rhythm injecting notes
and not a human being at all
and not some magic goat.

Wouldn't that explain it all?
Wouldn't that make sense?
Disguised as watery carbon
the deception is immense.

And one day I might decide
the truth is not so strange
but rather I am just like you
only slightly less deranged.
- posted by chris @ 10:14 AM