Chipmunks were busted
Shoplifting their crime of choice
Nuts stuffed in their cheeks

I worried about,
our worlds painted black and white.
I knew you loved me.
But could it be worth the fight.
What choices are wrong or right?

You know you're someone.
when your boyfriend chooses you,
over his buddies.

Please make up your mind
You have many to choose from
Don't settle for me
I'm not a charity case
I'm just choice a,b or c

I'm watching TV
Like in any other day
But this is Sunday
And the devoted they pray
Now i would join in
If I thought it mattered
But it's all about the money
My image is shattered
I used to go religiously
To church and Sunday school
But I was young then
And church seemed so cool
Now I worship in my own home
In a tee shirt and blue jeans
And say grace over a dinner
Of hot dogs and baked beans.

Used to go to church
Money's voice spoke over God's
People bought and sold.

The circus is real life
The clowns that give you a laugh
Also frighten you.

My vision has changed.
The skies seem to look so clear,
even when storms brew.

"Was just thinking about you".
Such a tired and old cliche.
Designed to appease.

Life has clipped my wings.
I fall like a rock to earth.
Waves crash into me.

Black and white photos.
All the clothes frozen in time.
Will soon be brought back.

It's partly cloudy
There's always a chance of rain
Inside of my mind

Lovely black and whites.
They're photos that come to life.
Colors of my dreams.

Days turn into nights.
You're not here with me.
I'm a little child lost.
Frightened by all I see.
Angry words were said.
Our love is not in vain.
We must look ahead for now.
Outside I hear the rain.
Come back Into my arms.
Whisper that you care.
Make me feel the world is ours.
Kiss me if you dare.

Dog marks fire hydrant
That's how they say "I was here".
Like a post it note.

You spend time on me.
That's the finest compliment,
I could hope to get.

You take compliments,
but don't give them in return.
Yet bask in the glow.

I searched long and hard
For words to compliment you
Seemed no words would do.

My pen hesitates.
Your love comes with conditions.
I'm not signing on.

I feel so confused.
The pain you don't think I feel.
When you walk away.

You're my dial tone.
Call me up, when you are down.
We are connected.

No true connection
That is what I have with you
Thinking the phones dead.

Friends may come and go.
I'm a constant In your life.
I'm the moon and tides.

They look right through me.
With a look of true contempt.
I blow a kiss back.

"You don't ever talk"
"I've heard enough out of you"
"Why can't you listen"?

You ask how I am.
Only when it's convenient.
Never when need be.

You are controlling
I'm rebellious by nature.
We're oil and water

Courtesy, a skill
You don't use it you lose it.
It's like a muscle.

Courtesy I've found
Is more than please and thank you
It's about respect.

I am so perplexed
What's imitation crab meat?
Has crab flavoring.

You could break my heart,
with lots of satisfaction,
with no reason why.
You've done it so many times,
my hearts come to crave the pain.

Crayon in my hand
Masterworks I did color
Stayed inside the lines.

I would pay good money.
To create a memory.
One of you with me.

To be creative.
I go deep within myself.
Then can't get back out.

Dance to my own tune
By light of many a moon
As the old ones croon.

You feel for the crowd,
but can't empathize with me.
I'm the one in need.

Used to be afraid.
Crowds were my nemesis.
In them now I hide.

You're cruel to me
Like chewing gum you spit out.
*** stuck to your sole.

While my back was turned.
You stomped on and crushed my dreams.
While you're living yours.

You ask me to share,
the reason why I'm crying
Since when do you care.

A sob steals my breath
Like I'm in the last stages
In the throes of death

Since you left me
I have learned to cry again
I'd forgotten how.

Loves universal.
The same in every culture.
Varied rituals.

You stood up so tall.
Like a sentinel on guard.
Watching over me.
I felt so safe and secure.
You were my great champion.

A love for one's self.
I wish that for everyone.
Undoes damage done.

There's no hope for us.
We dance against the music.
Then the long drive home.

You ask for a dance
Music's gentle hands sway us
Move us in time.

Nothing in common.
Yet we dance to the same tune.
We are the music.

No more can I dance
But I still feel the music
My soul can get down!

There is no conscience
Inside a dangerous mind
In a dark alley,
there lurks a figure in black
His knife taken from it's sheath.