His last piece of work I touch everyday
and feel not the water but sadness
flowing from the faucet.

From the sound of the sink
I hear him say
didn't I do a good job?
not once broke down
but think of her
she's broken down
the faucet has withstood
she hasn't
there I did a bad job
letting water flow down
the broken valves of her heart.

This Beautiful Morning

This morning still calm flying ever slow
Glancing at the many views so far below
Sunshine lighting early dimness of day
Gentle breezes among clouds find a way

Mountains to the left valleys to the right
Sloping pines a glow with dew from night
A new day born still free from any plight
Natures kindness with love a beautiful sight

As lone bird glides high with peace of mind
Bringing gentle feelings for hearts to find
Flowers wild upon falling slopes every kind
Nature painting pictures of colors to bind

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

A little here a little there as good as a smile
I see a soul on the street nothing to eat
I buy an extra bun or two all worthwhile
A little here a little there very hard to beat

During the 2nd world war my dad for sure
Had his own problems to say the very least
But alway bought a little extra to give away
So a few he knew could even then enjoy a feast

If any happen to see some of my poetry and think
Oh from that I could add a tune and create a song
Pick up that guitar and play and sing it your way
Maybe a middle 8 or a cord break  to keep it strong

Imagination a wonderful thing a good point made
Things down the street that you've seen on the day
A poem thus burn allows the genie out of the ern
All smallest forms of insidentle giving your way

What goes around does come around all so very true
Become your inner souls voice tell it your way rejoyce
Someone thats somwhere will feel beyound compare
You adding a positive feeling giving life some are ..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

I do not know what I want.
I do not know if its you or them
but I do know that I do not want this.
I do not want to memorize useless facts
or formulas that I will never remember
I do not want a life that means nothing to someone
I do not want average
So what does my ideal life look like?
So far
not this.

I feel inlove
And I dont know what to do?

I feel inlove
And I don't know when you notice

I feel inlove
And you are the reason

I feel inlove
But I don't want to be broke again

Memories haunt me without mercy.
So many memories of you running through my mind.
The way you'd look down at me with those big eyes;
the same eyes looking at her now.
The way you'd tell me I was your everything;
the same words she's hearing now.
The way you'd do such sweet sweet things to make me smile;
the same things making her smile now.
The way you'd go in my arms when you needed comfort;
the same way she's giving comfort now.
The way you'd kiss me hard and desperate after every fight;
the same lips pressed against hers now.
The way you'd touch me until I was desperate for you;
the same touches she's feeling now.
Memories are all I have.
You were mine, but now you're hers.
Memories are all I have now.
You're gone and you're not coming back.
Memories are all I'll ever have left of you;
driving me insane until I'm gone too.
Memories are all I have left of who I once was;
someone I'll never get back.

In my dreams I see millions of fireflies flying in the dark and illuminating the night with their heavenly light.
As I am watching this scene unfold I see hundreds of frogs on the horizon as they march slowly towards the fireflies I witness a grisly scene. I start to see right before my eyes that the fireflies are being eaten by the frogs. At first one by one but soon hundreds of fireflies have fallen to the skillful tongues of frogs until only a handful of fireflies remain and then there is only one firefly left. Even as the frogs are trying to get that one last firefly it is brighter and lighter than the rest and it is able to easily avoid the tongues of the frogs until it begins to rise above the frogs and into the sky free from the frogs at last. I feel like sometimes we can be like fireflies sharing our light but when troubles come we can easily be swallowed by the frogs of life that try to bring us down but as long as we keep our inner light strong in ourselves we can be like the last firefly left easily avoiding the frogs of life that try to bog and you will rise any trials that life has to offer.