You don't realize it was there until it's gone.*

That's why sweethearts' lose their sunshine til' there's none.
Change is inevitable, when knowledge is abstain.
So tell Polly she's a pretty bird before she sleeps in pain.
Sight from a far view tend to be better.
If the sun gets too close, the thoughts just might get her.
We are manipulated daily,
by the thoughts inside our mind.
They tell us things that aren't true,
leaving the better us behind.
We search for who we should be,
could be,
want to be
pretty.
Want to be
loved.
We want to be
sweet.
Though in past lives they
beat.

But once they get in they cannot get out..unless they understand what their sunshine's about. So tell them it's there and tell them to stay. They must stay themselves, or their sunshine turns gray.

...It's shame..when they force you into the power game....


Carry wisdom on your back,
if you plan on coming back.
You'll be losing such good friends,
til' the power game ends.
The power game goes on,
until the end of pride.
Does it make you seem strong,
when you've lost your kids and wife?
It was just a little skirmish,
but to you it's all much more,
with every little fight, you believe you're fighting war.

It's survival of the fittest,
and the thinnest,
they can fall.
If they don't know what their saying,
they should never speak at all.
Climb mountains with that energy
to say what you thinks right,
and when your finally tired of it,
will you have a life?

...It's shame..when they force you into the power game....

We see the day in night,
but not night in day.
Eyes never close,
to turn fear away.
We won't be remembered for chittery teeth,
but the horror embeds in our skin deep beneath.
Recalling the old days and things from t.v.
All have outgrown us,
with change causing grief.
We don't fall,
we climb,
we don't walk,
we run,
we carry our mouths,
treating them like a gun.
We don't know so we guess,
then lose sanity,
when our answer is wrong,
and the world feels like sea.

We are humans too,
and yet aliens,
but aliens are scary,
but aliens are cool,
but aliens aren't quiet as great as ghouls,
but ghouls are to be feared,
as are book they come from,
but the books provide an unexplainable adrenaline.
Then in the night we hide our heads,
from thoughts we can't escape.

We are the anxious,
fearful ones,
whose fears aren't seen by day.

Can you help me friend?
I have a problem.
I'd love to tell you,
but that'd solve them.
See my heart goes boom,
and falls to the pits real quick.
But I found my eyes staring.
Did you know your eyelashes are thick?
Well anyway..
I fell in to a crater then,
lost in peachy...peach skin.
I know this is a little vague,
still I hope you fix my day.
I've been at lose of what to say,
so I wrote this poem hesitantly.
I'm sorry if this means goodbye,
If you can still be my friend, please try.
I hope you make my day right now,
I won't tell you the problem,
because if anyone can still solve it,
you know how.

Give me the freestylin', free-write.
Give me the stuff that makes you see day and dream at night.
Give me the highest peak,
give me the valley pit,
and if you can't give,
then try and don't quit.
I'm sure the words you say,
you say so fast,
you don't really mean.
And if you do it often,
then they call you 'queen bee'.
If you don't say enough,
they call you not tough.
If you will talk and talk,
they just ignore stuff.
You're not a rock.
You could still try and try
to change inside yourself,
but they will never change.
Saying they don't really care,
and you should listen to what they say" ?
But if you hear them out,
what favors are you doing,
all that turkey flying out their mouths,
is surely cooking.
Give me the sour slice.
Give me tongue-tied.
Give me the Gatorade that quenches me on half-time.
Give me that sunny side,
when hills are steep *****.
Give me the love life,
that steamy"yes",
and cold"no."
There's nothing I don't want to hear so,
if you can give me something here,
I will listen real clear.
I will read your thoughts,
or compliment for talking about your fears.
I'll be here patient and calm,
awaiting something,
soon as I see it there,
I will be observing.
And when you pull away,
I hope you recall,
all of the comments I made,
that made you feel real tall.