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I must be getting old almost time to give it all away
I seem to like a little quiet in order to think of late
So many where I am full blast as if music at 7 a m
Speakers turned up might be time to shut the gate

I love to write always did might be time to move
To a mountain hut high away from all of this
A writer of any kind loves their peace of mind
Of late where I am a writer cannot call it bliss

If you don't hear from me for awhile I''ll be fine
Love to all that in any way can understand
Write on stay precious be sincere know love
Allow your soul to place a pen within your hand

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Compare sitting on a mountain with nature
And someone banging an empty on your head
The great thinkers adored silence thus to be
And not under a busy bridge to think instead

What is it about the younger generations today
And a good few without a constructive thought
The desperate need for full on desabells to hear
That a total deaf soul could could feel its report

Volume full on volume dancing speakers too
They'd all need the ability to lip read I feel
People who are aged babies writers the ill
Could live without their volume of appeal

There are no laws where I now live re this
Other places turn it down or its wrecked
This total lack of concideration for anyone
The never to grow up I really do suspect

( Little boys with bigger toys )

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
The Singing Of silence


Mournful quires how they can sing
Away out upon the most deserted land~
Away out into the deserts vast
Silence hauntingly sings across the sand~
An endless landscape onward spreads
Where there's nobody to be found~
To be caught our here is to know fear
So burning hot the ground~
Silence sings its mournful song
Like a quire of sheer warning~
To stay too long is to die
And so the winds carry the quire of mourning~
The nights they are as cold as cold
The days hotter than one can bare~
Not a place to love with grace
To go one better had prepare~
No water to be found around
Only naturals survive~
And then with fright they appear at night
In order to live there and stay alive~
Not a place to be in a sandy sea
Most of all if your alone~
The desert plays games with ones mind
Having wish you'd stayed at home~
And all the while for every day,night and mile
The quire of silence sings~
From dawn all day to morning it sounds it's warning
As the hottest sun it stings~
The singing of the silence
Can send a man insane~
All in a short while and for every mile
To leave this place never to go again~
So many can tell of stories so well
Of very near not ever coming home~
No such thing as luck if out there your stuck
And left there to survive alone~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright ( 2007 )  2018
I looking out my kitchen window
Theres a cool breeze in the trees
All the flowers are all on display
As all moves ever gently with ease

The valley below is waking as well
As mountain shadows fade as I tell
Natures in a good mood all is so right
The only thing moving a leaf it just fell

A robins in flutter among branches near
Another day ever beautiful today for sure
Peace of mind all around me all so still
Rays of sunshine gently lighting my door

I wish so the world could feel as I now do
But their woe hopefully will not last true
Soon bacon and eggs a hot cup of black tea
I'll enjoy ever so and let this beautiful day be

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018
We two sitting out upon the verandah
On a Sunday late may cooler afternoon
And you were knitting clicking away
As I sat enjoying a port when very soon

Two birds so high away up in the blue sky
I stopped and turned around looking at you
You looking over your glasses saying .. what
You waiting for my answer a puzzled true

I said  look at those two birds away up there
Side by side of how they together as one fly
Both in the very same direction perfectly
And they are only birds will be till they die

You and I can't agree on anything at all
Try to do so we do so every other single day
Since I married you down the street its true
We spend most of conversation arguing I say

They are only birds and always flying as one
Regardless of the weather come what may
And here we are a supposed inteligent species
Yet we argue over everything every single day

terrence michael sutton    
copyright  2018
If the world was as black as pitch no light at all
And all we had was oure sense of intimate feelings
Alone with each other unsighted then real love
Being love loving making love through cielings

Shivering emotions in abandon allowing to be
Wave after wave of knowing as if from the sea
Acceptance as beaches embrace all of thee
The highest reality of love being loved ever free

Trembling as love itself becomes all it could be
With a loving never known before highest degree
Giving all taking all becoming all in all sincerity
Allowing ourselves to be all of all nature set free

To be loving to be loved by all that loves you so
Without any rules of man just to naturally let go
Being all you are within allowing love to thus know
Becoming how your very soul wants you to glow

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Take a good long look at this footage
Its something this race will never see
I doubt if too many to speak of  seen it
Its the human races only home that be

Wasting endless money on deep space
Here depthps humans will ever be
Religions politics followers of same
All in the same bucket of insanity

This is what five civilizations missed
All gone re ignarance being their bliss
Wealth lack of values loving each other
The lips of knowing they'll never kiss

Now here we are doing all we can ever
To have earth destroyed yet another time
Ants seventy five percent of living things
And among the rest humans have lost mind

Think of all the countless monet wasted

On space and war killing children every day
Turning this into a rubble heap  of stone
And I ask you take a good look come what may

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
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