There's another man my age
On the other side of town.
He's got my face, my exact face.
Our back accounts are different.
For all I can tell, his car is nice.
Married, big happy family.
His jokes are the same as my jokes.
I saw him at a cafe yesterday.
I was sitting with my daughter.
He was sitting with his son.
For a moment we made eye contact.
He laughed through it
Pitching his head back,
Sustaining the contact with me,
His doppelganger.
Then back to his son,
Then me back to my daughter.
Yesterday I watched him get on a plane to Wichita,
Hugging good-bye to his wife and kids at the gate.
There goes my face, I thought, off to Kansas.
Doors closed as the plane taxied away
And his sad family meandered.
"Daddy!" yelled his youngest
Spotting me behind the fern
50 ft away in front of
Fern Gully's Gastropub.
If I met my doppelganger
I would invite her to lunch
because I would like to know
how far our outside appearances go
Are we like-minded?
Will we agree on everything?
Does being identical on the outside
mean we support the same causes?
Would the president she loves
be my anti-Christ?
Would the bullying she respects
remind me of Hitler?
Would we like the same singers
Would we order the same things for lunch?
Fried shrimp with a loaded baked potato?
I imagine we will have a fine time.
Whether we agree on anything, everything or nothing.
As long as we steer clear of politics.
1. Hyde/Hide
¿Who is the one?
¿The one you call me?
¿What is this image?
¿That you say you see?
¿Wearing my visage?
¿And inside my skin?
¿The one in your lies?
¿That you choose to spin?
¿The one in your eyes?
¿Yet not inside mine?
¿That’s of your creation?
¿And inside your mind?
¿Of your imagination?
¿The one you call me?
¿Who is this person,
Who could they be?
2. Jekyll/Heckle
¡That’s not who I am!
¡No that is not me!
¡A pale imitation!
¡A false memory!
¡A failed recreation!
¡You made out of wire!
¡A mannequin in the nude!
¡You clothe with your desire!
¡Contrived and misconstrued!
¡You carve me with a knife!
¡Rearrange my features!
¡And redefine my life!
¡I’m not this strange creature!
¡The person you call me!
¡That’s not who I am
Or I’ll ever be!
At these freckled stars I sit and marvel,
some so delightfully microscopic;
A piece of this universal puzzle
casts it’s spell over me so hypnotic;
Oh what a vision it leaves me tearful
with one gaze I’m left optimistic;
Your skin’s a doppelgänger of the sky,
and it’s got me feeling recklessly high…
Empty as a Halloween pumpkin
Flat as a punctured tire
I note myself on the screen
In a t-shirt with Messiah
I almost said howdy mate
But next second I realized
He doesn’t care of my fate
Though he won’t be at all surprised
To meet his doppelganger
He’d probably buy me a drink
He’d look from a different angle
On every subject I link
Eventually I would see
That he’s not like me at all
“Thanks for the wine and tea,
I’d say, “now its time to go”.
I don't know how this world has survived with two of me
In lives past, a silent rue,
Whispers dance, déjà vu.
Familiar paths, memories accrued,
Time's echo is a mystic brew.
Past and present entwined, anew.
In this world where echoes dance and shift,
Lies a tale of metamorphosis, a mystic rift.
Women, once adorned in femininity's grace,
Embrace a transformation, a haunting embrace.
With curious twist, their essence unfolds,
As doppelgangers emerge, their tales untold.
Manes turn rugged, voices deep and strong,
And lactation's gift, an anomaly so long.
In their eyes, a journey of duality blooms,
The yin and yang entwined, casting vibrant plumes.
They stride with a newfound strength, heads held high,
Fulfilling roles reversed, defying reasons why.
Yet amidst this enchantment, let love remain,
A sacred bond that transcends, undimmed by the change.
For though forms transform, souls stay true,
In the realm of doppelgangers, love's colors renew.
Mirror, mirror, reflecting me backward,
Causing there to be two.
I spy a lost cat,
I wonder if she'll hide.
Twist and turns throughout the rose garden
It all looks the same.
Forwards and backward, lost in the garden,
let's continue to play.
If I remember right
The entrance of the hell was here;
Pig, on the right
Blood, on the left
Body of woman
Limbs, Optic nerves & Osteocyte
must be Doppelganger
Another me;
She sheds blood and tears
The drawers of memories
Already opened;
Doppelganger, another me
Do you bear my burden?
I was looking for you
I was looking for you
We wanted to get along with each other,
But how?
Now, there’s no time to be wasted
Doppelganger, another me
You are bleeding like a pig;
PIG
What a sad word it is
Target of all kinds of criticism and mockery
Wait
Look at it this way
Pacifist
Incarnation of
God
At the end of the hell
We joined hands
And sit on the painted desk
To talk about our future
The sun cannot take back its fire,
when it has been turned to blood.
Man has survived long in a world,
ravaged by earthquakes, a flood.
The heavens above show interest,
the man full of fragilities and fear.
Has conquered the world he loves,
now looks at himself in the mirror.
Wanders the globe in search of it,
but what he wants can't be found.
It is a great and wonderful thing,
Looking for it as if we were bound.
It is not, "out there", It's the spirit,
unlike us, it doesn't have a name.
A curious and quiet doppelganger,
most of us have left out in the rain.
The body that has lived to old age,
now comes to the time of the end.
When the spirit must say goodbye,
to the one it calls... my old friend.
The house is empty
Not a home now, just a house
Without you with me
Feels like a bad dream
From which I may not awake
Forever it seems
Your chair is empty
Not there to sit next to me
Just me and TV
Perhaps you’ll come back
To be with me once again
After the attack
You might be yourself
Our house a home once again
Without Monster’s help
You’ll sleep by my side
I will keep you safe at night
All will be alright
The Doppelganger
The Zombie and the Monster
Will be no longer
The Daemon’s legions
Will be exercised for good
To nether regions
Love will conquer all
I will be with you always
I won’t let you fall
I know one thing true
We will fight together, but
It’s hard, missing you…
I am the Zombie
The Monster is my master
He’s the creator
The Zombie I am
Numbed-out, Psycho-extremer
Daemon demeanor
The Zombie I be
Doppelganger controls me
My animator
I be the Zombie
I can be me no longer
While Monster’s stronger
Zombie, Zombie, me
Husband, Wife, Father, Mother
Sister, Friend, Brother…
I, Zombie’s my name
The Monster takes center stage
Rage outside the cage
I go by Zombie
The Doppelganger has me
Once more in the breech
Zombie is my name
It’s my lonely claim to fame
I’m only the same
The Monster’s my frame
And my Daemon knows no shame
As he stakes his claim
Don’t know the reason
Must be their hunting season
Their hounds are legion
Me the Monster stakes
Both my mind and soul it takes
Help me for Heaven’s sake!
Daemon takes human
Doppelganger assumin’
My body through man
There is no saving
As I’m ranting and raving
It’s the proclaiming…
Here I go again
Dancing the Monster’s fancy
Until the curtain
Final curtain call
Chancing all my sanity
Final curtain fall
I went off my meds
Let the Monster out instead
To control my head
Daemon’s back as well
He tells me drinking is swell
As far as I’ll tell
“Five o’clock somewhere”
Daemon whispers in my ear
I unchain him there
Inside this old box
This rude cube contains my brains
Chained and bound with locks
I know not myself
This thing becoming again
I’m damned; I’m in hell
Feeds on what it needs
The killer; the strangler
Of good thoughts and deeds
The mind re-succumbs
Becomes the Doppelganger
Bereft of life, numb
Zombie I've become
Again, like the living dead
Acting, not thinking
All willpower’s lost
Price paid, but greater the cost
Wind swept; tempest tossed
Back on the dread-mill
Mind rerunning the race lost…
Can’t keep my head still
The revisiting
Monster back on the attack
Nothing kills this thing
Daemon’s there as well
Rejoining the dance macabre
Going back to hell
Sinister turning
Echoes the words, “We are back”
Can’t stop returning…
There’s no greater joy
Getting back a loved one lost
Price paid, but no cost
Tactics once employed
By the Monster and his crew
Work no more on you
Healing you have found
You have taken higher ground
Beat the Monster down
Doppelganger’s gone
You will sing no more its song
Do no more its wrong
The Zombie’s shaken
From nightmares you’ve awaken
Conquest hard taken
Daemons exercised
Your life you have taken back
From fiendish attack
Honor highly prized
The ending is now the past
You have won at last!
Sulking in the cage
The monster’s making his plans
To once again rage
Rattling his chains
The daemon waits to regain
Control of your brain
You still must defend
For the Monster lurks, my friend
To return again…
To one’s self admit
I am an alcoholic
I’m bipolar too
Duel diagnosis
If you are, what you know is
Don’t let your guard slip
There’s miles yet to go
Take it one day at a time
And you will survive
This time you have won
But beware of the Daemon
It’s never ‘the end’…
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