In my fruit bag,
a gift:
a love mutation,
two grapes,
each to the other,
dissymetric,
but together fused
-- heart-shaped asymmetry!

I want so to hold,
to keep,
to make last,
but know decay.

So into my mouth
the heart pop
and sweet entropy
 consume.

I wish I was the light that shines through the trees
I wish I was the cool winter breeze
I wish I was the strength of the thundering seas
I wish I could see me
Like
Me
I wish I  was the butterfly
flying free
Happily
I wish I was as strong as the big oak Tree
I wish I was my mum
But I'm not
I'm ****** me

Rip my chains off
set me free
Let me be the big strong tree
Or be this tiny seed
So weak

Let me be the light through the dark trees
The latern to help me see
To help other see
How to be free.

Free of thoughts
Free

Have faith they say believe but never ask
Don't ever question just follow blindfolds on
I'm a soul beyond reproach re values true
You know what they say just sing the song

Bibles written in the yeat 03 just 100 years
After the one they call Jesus died theres proof
The closed minded followed still do today
Three hundred easy religions but one truth

No matter to me after all we all die a fact
And theres grave yards of babies that exist
In Ireland alone all babies of nuns seen them
Angels that never to date ever been kissed

But thats ok turn the other cheek they say
Closed minds closed hearts and eyes too
The holier than thou have endless excuses
There goes a massive amount more than few

Its always been taught plus no abortions
Yet acreas of little graves but religions rave
Hypocrites endless you know what they say
After all said and done we all go to the grave

terrence michael sutton    
copyright 2018