To Far To The Ground ( part1& I Am Now Still ( part 2 )

A write about f a friend I helped once
in a time of dire strates .. TRUE ..

To Far To The ground .. Poem 1

As I watch the leaves falling.....
Falling....sofly ... gently
Dying ... Landing down upon the ground
I feel a breeze upon my rough face
And as I look back upon my life
I think .... Yes thats my trouble ..
Always thinking~
And as I walk along a country track
I see two birds flying Together
Side by side ..Slowly
And I wonder
Do they appreciate being together
Yes ... Thats my trouble
Always wondering.....
Then .. I reach for a smoke
A drink
And I recall an old dream
Oh God ... I silently cry
Whats this life all about for me
As I then feel at the end of my teather....
Life... This life of mine
Have I like an apple remained upon the tree
Way too long...
Is .... It .... time .... I fell
But ..... I have not at this point in time the courage
It's way too far to the ground~

AND POEM  2   .. I AM NOW STILL

When I thought all was indeed lost
When all my very dreams seemed as if
They all had died and faded away
When i could no longer find the answers
To problems I thought  had no way
To get my mind around
And no way they could be solved
And there seemed no way out.......
When i was about to throw in the towel
Give it all up as a bad joke
For thats what it all then seemed
Then ........Only then .......
Did I find
An outstretched hand....
A friend ...
A true friend ....
One who offered me a way out..
And as if shelter from my storm...
And .... All because ..
A true friend .. Right then existed ...
I .... Am .... Now .... Still ....

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1991

Walking in a corn field the other day
I came across a scare Crow standing there
His shirt was stuffed full of oldesy maze
A big smile of I'm so beautiful to wear

He had a look of  I'm the only one in life
That knows anything that's worth knowing
Perfectly at home was he with a big stick
Placed well up where the wind is often blowing

Looked as wonderful as he alone believed
Had no time for others that had traveled so
A proud look upon his painted face to wear
Ask him anything and I'm sure that he'd know

Not ever realizing he never knew that grammer
Was a piece of fruit that made the perfect pie
And yes the crows simply adored him endlessly
He was covered in crow calling cards from the sky

But thats his little world and being nice I guess
That's where he'll always be so easy thus to find
All dressed up in his best stuffed shirt of blue
The academic scare crow with little else on his mind

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

( Superfluousness and regardless of mans religious views
      these are the cold hard facts think as you may and will )

I've Never Forgotten

I was in hospital because of an accident
A minor one I thought~
But I needed an operation
To fix a few things of a sort~
When I woke up after it
I lay thinking all the time
Could not believe the kind of things
That were still within my mind~
I asked the doctor when he came
Did all go alright while I was under~
Nothing happened did it doctor
His answer was no was not a single blunder~
Still I worried about what I thought
About the things I seem then to recall~
So early in the morning a sister came around
And gave her a call~
What happened during my operation
I asked her sincerelly~
She sat down and turned off her torch
And she began then to tell me~
This is just between us
She said softly but for sure~
We lost you in there for awhile
You died and stopped breathing don't know what for~
We tried and tried to get you back
But you had gone away~
It was a good six minutes and all over
But then you started breathing better than before-
And much to our surprise you rolled your eyes
No way you were gone then anymore
We thought for reasons unknown
We'd lost another on the day~
Well I told her while I was out
I stood in a room of mist~
It echoed and though I felt at ease
It was a place my soul had never kissed~
A person came towards me
And soon a surprise I had~
He looked at me in both joy and sadness
It was the face of my own dad~
In his own way of speaking
He said what in the blazes are you doing here~
It's not your time my son at all
And he held me oh so dear~
No way I wanted to return
I have never felt so grand~
I felt him brush my hair as he used to do
And then he took me by the hand~
You'v got to go back my son
You have so much more to do~
It's not your time to be here yet
you must go back it's true~
And then a voice that came from everywhere
Echoed in this place of misty cloud~
He has to go back right away, right now
It was compassionate but deep and loud~
I saw my dear Dad fading away
And as he did he replied~
I'll be here when you do come for good
Son take all you come across with love and pride~
I woke up in the recovery room
They said I would be fine~
I had all of this within my memory
And it was so clear within my mind~
The nursing sister told me I had been gone
Longer than any she had known in the past~
That they had done all they could for me
Then you started breathing fine and so fast~
Gasping for breath like you were under water
And just came to the top~
The doctor almost she said had a fit
And could not believe his lot~
Nobody can hold their breath that long
Your heart had stopped and simply died~
For reasons unknown to all that day
She said I myself almost cried~
We checked you over and over again
You were can fine as fine could be~
No way any would have said a thing
But now that you asked me~
I held her hand and she held mine
And said if you had not of asked my man~
Nobody would have told you at all
What happened in that longest it seems time span~
She sat and asked so many questions
And I needed to talk it's true~
As the place I went for awhile
Ive never ever remember of being to~
But I do know my very own dad
My best mate ever in my time~
And he told me so lovingly
To go back for awhile and Id be fine~
That I had so much more to do
And now I know the reasons why~
After all this time he is still with me
And still it's not my time to die~
But at least I've seen that other side
And I fear death not at all~
For I know what it feels like after
I receive my final call~
( May I be struck dead if theres an
   ounce of an untruth in this )

Aussiepoet
Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2007

in

THE TRAVELING LIFELONG BUSH POET


SHE WAS MY MOTHER ( and yes I loved her dearly )
She Was ... MY MOTHER
A woman I once Knew ..
A woman of multiple personalities ..

She was the best of the best
And the worst of the worst~
She traveled all over
And quenched every thirst~
When somethen was over
She d move on agen~
And only return
When and if she got the yen~
She d say what she thought
And nomatter to whom~
One could never miss her
Even in a crowded room~
She d do as she pleased
And no matter what~
She was always herself
If they liked it or not~
Full of surprises
And one could never guess~
What wonderful things
She d make out of a mess~
When one thought they had her
They never had her at all~
Come rain or come shine
She always had a ball~
She lived her life to the limit
Come day or come night~
And when she made a statement
She was usually right~
She could dance she could love
She could see in the dark~
One vibrant woman
Who was always a spark~
She left no stone unturned
Missed nothen at all~
Nomatter who ever downed her
She always stood tall~
Everyone loved her so
And they hated her too~
That was everyone she met
And that was more than a few~
She spread so much laughter
And thrived on pure hell~
Nobody ever forgot her
They all knew her too well~
She could take anything on
And just as easy throw it away~
And go on regardless and
Live well another day~
She was all that she said she was
So she d say with pride~
She could welcome you home
And just as easy cast you aside~
There was more to this woman
Than anyone ever knew~
She could tell you a lie
And prove it was true~
She d play out a fantassy
And make it become real~
She had her own charisma
Never ever hid how she d feel~
She could sing like an angel
And then steal your heart~
and once she had gotten it
She d rip it apart~
Nobody ever owned her
She was her own soul~
She could act like a child
Or a woman so very old~
In her life she lived several lifetimes
And lived them all well~
She had her own brand of religion
And rang her own bell~
Everyone that knew her
They never ever knew why~
She could make so very happy
And then give you reason to cry~

( BUT I LOVED HER )

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988.

Believe It Or not ,, This happened ,,
     In all honesty ..And in Gods name .

When you have experienced something
That was for you alone to learn that time~
And the lessons that you then received
Would make others feel less stressful and so fine~
Then you get the feeling that you should tell
But you know they'd not believe~
What it was you saw in all reality
And they think a story you now weave~
But so help me not all that long ago
Nine years after she was in fact dead~
My mother decided to just turn up one night
Right at the very foot of my bed~
She appeared in full size its true
And simply spoke my name~
As if to hear the sound of it
And to move at all I wasn't game~
She was there for a good thirty seconds
And just as I saw her last~
She always told she'd be back
And of course then I too laughed~
I rang my sister right away that early morn
And she replied happy birthday to me~
Then it all became a reality
Knowing what I really then did see~
It was my birthday this was true
And mum turned up right then and there~
On the same day Tuesday that I was born
And the same date and birth time I swear~
As I was born at two thirty in the dawn
And on a Tuesday too~
Upon the date the second of June
In all honesty I'm now telling you~
The reason I am writing this
Is so I can say that I have told~
Everyone who has lost someone they love
The body dies but never does the soul~
I'm no fanatic in these kind of things
But seeing is all the proof I need to know~
That there is way more to this life my friends
Long after we die and seem to go~
So just know within as I do too
This is just one very small class in time~
In the biggest school of learning ever
And believe me .. They all are doing fine ~..

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2004

The human race  always searching space
Wasting endless money with their game
Yet deepest ever oceans things never seen
By the human race unknown still remain

Crearures largest than imaginations are
Of entities so massive live still far below
The very oceans they play in just for fun
Without a doubt they live and yet to grow

Man and his foolish ideas of all down there
With twenty five if that percentage of brain
If he had any idea of what exists miles below
He would be rewriting his as if books of same

So far below where man cannot go or know
That would make the Titanics position a puddle
Yet he tells of  of all he knows of what dwells
Beyond his thinking and the as if shallows puzzle

Earth has endless answers to unasked questions
Mans minute amount of  what he thinks does exist
Just little boys with his endlessly ever expensive toys
Down where daylights never seen the likes never kissed

Upon earth man has not scratched the surface yet
Far from as brilliant as he feels he is for sure
Give ot take another million years he might be close
Beyond his imagination below miles below the shore

terrence michael sutton
Copyright  2018

What so many fail to see is the alility
To look within and see whats there
The outer shell can be ever beautiful
But the soul within matters to be fare

How often I hear of hes so handsom true
But deep within could be an inherited blue
Even your worst nightmare waiting for you
Not doing your homework a bad choice through

Learn to look within for signs of pure happiness
And ask of inner feelings if they care to confess
Follow your vibes voices of your very inner soul
Real love might be but even disiples wear a dress

Its your life but choices don't come forever free
Snap decisions often the wrong path that be
Making love ever beautuful and evil does it best
It never hurt a soul enjoy but remain your destiny

If two are really sure than the blessings are many
But you belong to you never sell yourself to anyone
Your heart has so much further yet to go in life
From birth until your whole life is thus over and done

Your ability to look within is born deeply within you
Your vibes are of advice from souls that sincerely care
Listen to them you won't go wrong for most of life to be
And loving yourself is no sin it allows a good life to bare

Equals preach but they are humans also wealth in mind
No better than yourself and only one of you to find
Be proud of whom you are and be that ever so well
Be yourself and to yourself always be ever so kind

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018