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We live our lives doing always as taught
Following a given from birth set of rules
And only few ever do wander from there
Never activate wildest sensations like mules

Comes a time a little extra wine a stop over
During a longest flight a night time to bight
A place that you've never been in life before
Alone you thought to sleep some over night

Another passenger doing same time to blame
Says want to **** an hour or two no fun alone
Strangers but pleasant company who knows
You attend making yourself  next door at home

The whole trip  being a weary one now half way
Each knowing not of the other not that caring
A little wine with nicest things to enjoy chewing
You think time for a little time out a little sharing

Who's to tell there to enjoy not in any way dwell
Relaxation needed time to pass no explanation
Taking advantage of what could be a chance divine
What the hell could just be your wildest sensation

Proving to be as a volcano lava running ever slow
All vibrating as an earthquake poetry in motion
Allowing a stop over to be all of that and more
A time to move in the timing of swells on ocean

One's wildest sensation presenting it's self slowly
And being all you imagined it to be and even more
Still to get a good nights sleep after all said and done
A personal best stop over like waves washing the shore


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Many several generations younger than I
Feel they have a grip upon the life that be
And in many that is good knock on wood
But until they grow old they know not diversity
They say you've never lived at all
Till you are not afraid to die~
I have in the past been in this situation
And once looking back I could almost cry~
At that time it seems fear is exempt
It's not even upon your mind~
Placed for unknown reasons in a situation
you seem to leave all else but where you are behind~
Its an overwhelming feeling in its self
You are ******* mentally with responsibility~
Almost as if on a positive drug within
You are faced with setting a situation free~
No chance at that time to think at all
Not placed in this being so by choice~
I never panic at the time but after I'm a mess
And go to pieces rather than rejoyce~
Looking back in memory at somethings
Them I've never ever forgot~
Still have no idea at all thinking of back when
How come these things in life can be ones lot~
I am no way the hero type in life
Never seen myself that way at all~
But when a soul is placed in these situations
Something takes over for the thus then call~
I have not got a single clue this day
One can be taken over for reasons why~
But one during this does what one has to do
I know you've never lived till your not afraid to die~
All you can think of at this time at all
And I never ever wish to go back~
Is that you have no other option but to do
What you have been handed with a whack~
But looking back in accurate memory
And I still shiver some when I try~
I know you've never really lived at all
Till you are not afraid to die~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright ( Earlier but ) 2018
 Jun 2018
Hannah Marze
An unplanned and unexpected kiss
reminded me how much I miss
simplicity with a hint of risk.

Arms that felt overly well known
brought me to a temporary home
where my thoughts won't have to be alone.

Your smile and well versed eyes
made up for all of the many tries
that left me broken in disguise.

These days can stay or disappear,
warrant faith or sink with fear,
and yet, I'm still right here.

6.23.18
 Jun 2018
Shanath
We used to wake with the rising sun,
Before the sky could heat up enough
To burn us with her flames.
We would stay up long after the sun died
Every night, long into the stars' play
But we were always busy looking at each other.
The moon was and has to be jealous
Of us,
We took the time we gave to her
To give to each.

Then there were the other dolls
That swung out the door.
You used to be captivated by the sea
And stars,
But I broke your trance
And with your eyes on the ground
You drifted like the smoke from cigarettes.

You were clean before,
Never had a drink,
Never smoked, never catcalled,
For the moon had you,
You were stuck in dreams
But I broke your chains
And had you freed.

Now you use me as a match
To light up your darkness,
To fulfil your hunger,
Your midnight smoking ache
On the terrace,
The filthy parking lots.
You don't care that you are burning me
And I like a fool
Crave your fingers on me
As you strike me against the sand.
Again and again
Then discard me.

I never feared being burnt,
The whole world used to hit me
On me
Like stones rubbed together
To spark fire.
I would light up and ignite
Wildfires,
But I never thought
You would bite.

I forgot that all birds in cages
Beg for the sky,
But once freed,
They all come down to litter the streets.
I freed you,
You carried me on your wings,
Made me forget the moon,
The stars.
The fact that I was a planet on my own,
And I tied myself to you
Like I was a lost moon
Surviving on gravity's pull.

You dropped me in a sky-less desert,
The horizon dancing in its own flames.
The sun and the moon collided
And the stars fell like moths
Burnt by desire.
You never did return.

But I was wrong
The world remained intact,
The clouds cried.
It was I
Blinded by the shine of your eyes.
You used to reflect the moon,
The fire of the stars years away.
I am ashes, black char,
On your wings I will be a stain.
So you shook me off
And never returned.

I only wish now
That when I lay well into the noon,
The sky will heat up enough
To evaporate me,
And I will dissolve.

You will feel me in your breath,
In the wind beneath your fake wings,
I will flow into your blood stream,
Block out your lungs,
And you will bleed through your nose,
Cough up black debris of the past.
I hope you will remember me
As the dolls you will collect
With their paper fingers
Falters to revive you.

But I will be deep in your mind,
Corroding your nerves,
Blocking veins and arteries.
And when you ask yourself
What is happening,
You will see my heart that you stole
To save yourself,
Will burst in your own cursed cage
And in your own blood
You will drown.
But God forbid I become caught in your dreams.
I always was a nightmare for men
So I will be no different for you.

Somewhere you did burn me,
I simply took it as a glow.
But you hate ashes
And I have regrets.

But this is the time
When your absence of mind
Lets the match burn your fingers,
And your clothes catch on fire.
But you, unlike the horizon,
Don't dance but wither in pain.

I will seep out through you then
And water the plants.
I will be a garden built
On your ashes.
So many thoughts
Unsaid, unwritten,
I share
And I am afraid
Of thieves,
How can I stay quiet
In this world?
Old movie stars have come and gone
Those films were there for everyone
Despite the passing of those times
Those talking pictures will always shine.

Those talking pictures have all come back
With ghosts of film stars from the past
They are still alive within our minds
Those talking pictures we rewind.

When looking at those bye gone days
Those talking pictures will always stay
The golden oldies that we all can see.
Are there and they will always be.

Those talking pictures stand the test of time
Deep within our hearts and minds
Those movie stars have come and gone
But those talking pictures will still live.
Just a simple little poem.I love the golden oldie movies
I watch alot of them.
 Jun 2018
Emma K
Fall
Into
Nothingness
terrified of
landing or never
touching the ground again
 Jun 2018
james nordlund
Waves spraying our faces, for, we don't walk the walk.
The beaches edge, which ever changes, is where we,
Sky, earth, moon and sea meet.
Breezing through the strong breeze,
The fuller our lungs the lighter we'd run,
It was to be, with ease.
As reality, she and I stalked ourselves
In those shells silences, like when
We leaped from a slip on a rock to the next, well.
Then sitting still, we glistened, the sun splashing
Through us, as the ocean's and our salt were one.
Her thoughts and mine flowed,
Our feelings were its ebb and flow.
Nature, true, would not be unsung.
That blue gray cloudy day found us in the end.
Finding it by moon's ray, our ears to waves did lend.
It was as our footprints,
Truly there, 'til waves did gently lift.
For, if it were that we held it,
Like sand grasped, it wouldn't be a gift.
Varying versions of this twig of poetree over the decades, this is the earliest one.   reality
 Jun 2018
Shadow Dragon
I wake up with tears on my face
and my mind searches for a reason
for the tears to dry on my face
while my eyes close again
to search for that happy place
the one which has no trace.

I wonder if my tears are just an illusion
in order to illustrate my confusion.
 Jun 2018
Vinnie Brown
Rainy mornings waking up with you
We have no plans, we have nothing to do
White holy angel with a devil grin
Asking when I want to start the sins
Telling me all the ways that you like it
Biting lips in silence, fighting to deny it
Out of all the chokers that you own
I’m just trying to be your favorite
Cause’ you’re the sunshine
And
I’m the hurricane
Tangled up in these sheets
 Jun 2018
Kateri glover
Let go
I can’t let go of your beautiful hand
Even though, I’m hurting inside
Can’t shake this feeling I have
Long sleepless nights
Up just thinking
“Why can’t I just let it go and be free?”
Putting a smile on my face is hard
Every day,just thinking about let go
Why am I so afraid?
I feel like if I let go
My life would be in a hole
A deep black hole
Knowing I can’t get out of
Seeing me in the mirror
Saying “who is this?”
I tried and tried to let go
But, I guess it will be here.
Sitting in a dark room in my mind
One day, I’ll let it go.
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