“When a poet will romance a subject,
One will never die for their words will perpetuate,
The way he or she carries themselves about,
Of one's eyes of their hair their skin all components,  

When someone is irate at the subject,
And that leer of resentment when troubled,
As subject sways with authority from a kiss,
Without their body touching someone else's,

How the habits never wrinkle pages of a book,
Poets in love will find all the words of significance,
The Poet may see subject as they were on an islet,
On a waterfront near a small town of recollection,

Their words of passion penned on longing paper,
They will know when and why you can't sleep,
Poets die but their words do not they live eternally,
Explicitly graceful from the ink drafted on paper”
     For a POET MUSE KNOWS”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/05/2018 ©

Normal is you.
Normal is me.
Normal is everybody.
Normal
spreads
over
the
entire
planet.
Normal is everything.

Money is a tool for us to use in life
Everything has reasons for a price
It has positives and negatives too
Not enough too much both not nice

Money parts friends gives oppnions to
Those with wealth it lies they know not
Seeing themselves as what they'll never be
Reality for them long gone tied in its knot

Losing values integrity principles honesty
Never can they simply go back anymore
Becoming their own as if god on earth
Common sense faded an unrealistic war

Money lies as does politics religions too
It all comes down to numbers in banks
As money has turned them into its slaves
Reality gone blind and money never thanks

Not ever feeling one day they'll die after all
Wealth it takes away peace of very mind
Yet they worship it even in their sleep
Money just a tool but can be so unkind

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Reasearch is done I'm told on T V of late
Why the middle of the Sun is hotter there
Than the surface of the Sun is they ask
And they are scientists beyond compare

Why do they think the earth hotter then
In the middle of the planet all hot air
Wasting endless money on their stupidity
Earth is suffering as if they even care

The human race all but lost it dying so
Like religions screaming about abortions
And every day thousands of children die
All religions politics scientists distortions

I should be a scientist too as I found out
If I throw dirt up in the air it comes down
And as well that water doesn't run up hills
If I dive under for an hour I will  drown

Knock it off go to hell improve our planet
Brain dead money wasters scientific fools
Take way more interest in our planet home
I get way more common sense from mules

terrence michael sutton  
copyright 2018

as clear as ice, in night or day
reflecting faintly, a soulful reverie
reminding its presence subtly
dewdrops dripping rhythmically

standing in the way, an invisible wall
trying to reach the distant horizon
of which, birds appear and disappear
like speckles of black in orange canvas

eyes—blank and expressionless
mournfully staring in quietude
of the distant mountains and hills
and clouds floating idly

in monotone silence,
a hand reaches out only to be impeded by a cold caress

don't know the end
the one who shoots the darkness

it doesn't not always get better
close one's eyes

to live sailing according to the wind
is it different for you