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In this life of endless  allusions
Not all is as it doesappear~
We ever so often are fooled by what we see
Often don't see a problem till it gets too near~

Often the most beautiful fish in the ocean
Is sometimes ever so deadly and take a life that be~
The most beautiful woman , The most handsome man
Could well be your worst in life destiny~

The prettiest clouds often bring rain and snow
The loveliest flowers somethings can sting one so~
The most attractive looking car can have a bad motor
What's on the outside can't count you should know~

What counts is what is and lives deeply within
That is actually honestly what is that be~
Taking the trouble to learn to look deeper within
Is the only way to find real true reality~

Gold is ever so they say valuable they say
But it has to be dug for to find it there~
Values,love,character,kindness and integrity
Are not in life easy to find anywhere~

One has to learn to look deeply within
Strive to find the good of a soul deeply inside~
And with doing so one can also find a love
That once found you will treasure with such pride~

All these good things within are priceless
No amount of money can buy them ever it's true~
Learn to always look deeper within a soul
For the prizes are all waiting there for you~

You will save so many un needed stresses of life
You get your life more firmly upon life's longest track~
You well could know a love blessed by the stars above
And for you there could be no looking back~

But whats on the outside don't really count that much
As what counts is more so very deeper within~
If you learn to look deeper you road won't become steeper
And happiness and oeace of mind you could win~


Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Was early going down to local shop
Music played somewhere in song
I smiled as a really fat lady walking
She walked in perfect beat all along

Was a holiday children played as one
Throwing shoes at a tin on the road
Nothing much at all upon my mind
Two old dogs to somewhere strode

Then my world turned upside down
You appeared around a corner then
Forgotten what I wanted from shop
As if frozen in that moment when

Hair dancing skirt swaying and to
A tornado walk perfectly in tune
Middle of day stars shone on high
Only thing missing one full moon

Welded where I stood that moment on
I will never again ever forget your face
All only but a moment in all of time
My very heart and soul could not replace

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Away out where the crows flew backwards
Theres a place called the negativity plain
They say that if one ever goes out there
They'll never in this life be seen again

No roads out there to travel on at all
It was once told of a nightmare time
Where memories were all but dreams
And even breathing was almost a crime

So hot many from hell would go there
For a holiday they say now and then
That not far away was Woop Woop
But nobody remembers ever when

Its told that trees there would'nt grow
Nor a blade of grass one could find
That any that ever went there its told
Never knew night or day being blind

No rocks as they all crumbled into sand
  In  shadowless nightmare time they say
They exited near a place called WoopWoop
Long before the birth of night and day



terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Life has it pain and things hard to explain
It has its sunshine and it has its rain
But nothing in life can ever cpmpare
The feeling of being loved again again

Nobody tells the world of winds that blow
The shapes of clouds high above as we know
Of all the things that in life that worry us so
Being loved making love moments that glow

We slave our bodies pleasing others all the time
We live we work we pay all thats in life owing
But seldom we take moments that are ours alone
Memories golden loves seeds that need sowing

The world will never stop spinning at any time
Because one took a moment ever so very fine
To know the feelings that are in life divine
And took advantage of this moments mine

After our last days present themselves on show
We all tend to look back thinking I missed it so
Lived our lives according to rules others create
But nothing compares to chance we let go

Be the one captain of your own very soul
As many civilizations gone oldest days of old
They all knew never needed to be as such told
They loved how they loved gave all so bold

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Love to camp to fish to ride at home among all natural
To sit to watch the endless stars upon display
By gentle burning camp fire flames in total dance
Appreciating all our planet gives away

A strumming of an old country song once sang
Eyes a sane man would have to learn in to swim
A smile that steals ones heart away full moon display
When an old cowboy thinks this is where I again begin

The love of a horse a saddle under blanket home made
I yet have my boots I bought back in a time I did adore
They yet love me as I love them 11 inches under jeans
Gone the days of lonesome dove love to return once more

To sit in camp with a Montana angel with a starlit glow
When I return guess where I'll be thus heading again
With my bed role near by under a Montana star lit sky
Come sunshine come the beautiful Montana rain..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Over all of my life with all it's had over time
There's one thing that has a soul feel at home..
Than to listen to the music of the very soul
Having one feel at peace knowing we are not alone''
Soft music that has one stop what one might be doing
Bringing a stillness love peace of mind and happiness..
Within every mile that my soul has traveled in time
There's a music that says my soul is home I confess..
If only my long now gone own father could hear it
With all his woe and stress for giving his absolute all..
If only he could now sit beside me now and listen
To this music as upon my ears heart and soul it does fall..
There's a love within it like I've never heard before
A welcome understanding soul hugging caring sound..
One that a very soul could never not listen to in life
And bringing a we are all family here to be found..
If there was anything that could explain to a soul
That the music from this often misunderstood place..
Told of how all here were so deeply within themselves
Having one realize how loving all are with godly grace..
I am magnetized by the beautiful Filipino's songs
That's  theirs alone from deep within all the while..
Having one know sincerely here they are at last home
So much love within their voices resting life's long mile..
No matter what I'm doing I stop to listen intensely
And it has my soul know that I've found my home..
Where deep within all love and understand each other
And where here one will never again ever in life be alone..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2014
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

https://youtu.be/6v2L2UGZJAM?list=PLVTOHORhvoDK5_v-i3hLo1nQpGrSLI3uG

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Back when I was just a little boy
There was this little girl friend of mine~
And one day we two sat under a church
Talking about life as we saw it then oh so fine~
We got under there on the way home
From school as it was raining ever so
And this church was on the way home you see
So under it we then both so fast did go
Now I was only seven years old
And she was about the same~
Came down to show me yours an I'll show ya mine
As we sat under there out of the rain~
Well .. that game wasnt too much fun
So when the rain stopped we went on home~
She toddled off to her place down the way
And I toddled off then to my own~
I got home and dad was there
And two hours they went by~
And then came a bashing upon our front door
And the world must have heard this woman cry~
She was yelling out to my dad there
And really going crook like hell~
And I saw my little girl friend behind her apron
My face it really fell~
Your son knocked off my daughter
She cried at the top of her voice so loud~
Dad said.. For Gods sake they'er only seven years old
My little friend looking out behind mums shroud~
Well that woman she yelled and my dad said .. HUSH
They are only kids ya know~
But she continued at it wouldn't stop
And simply wouldn't let it go~
And then my dad yelled at her as well
He said dont you remember back when~
You and I as kids down in the bull paddock
And we did the same thing then~
Well she stepped back and glared at my dad
And took off down the path in a rage~
And I looked up at my dad in surprise
Well ... He said .. I was once your age ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1968.
It was predicted ever so long ago
By one so few will ever understand
Born second of June back when
Never been wrong yet since sand

Many things he saw and wrote of
Many been and many yet to be
A soul with insight and of future
Since first birth of ocean and of sea

One thing he predicted being still
That 2018 year of earthquakes true
And this year is far from over yet
Preperation needed by all  through

We all living only on an earths crust
Way deeper below all hell is so alive
Time to think of all earthquakes course
If the human race is re this to survive

This planet thus unloved as it mostly is
And man playing god more so of late
With nature and karma working as one
Time man opened his mind re lifes last gate

terrence michaek sutton    
copyright  2018
OH  BIRD  UPON HIGH YOUR SILENCE SPEAKS
VOLUMES N A WORLD OF USELESS SCREAMS
I TRY TO ESCAPE THE NOISE COMBINED
AND DRIFT A LAND OF OLDEST DREAMS

I ADORE THE NIGHTS WHERE ALL IS QUIET
TO GIVE MY OVER WORKED MIND A REST
I'M WAY PASSED THE CONSTANT OITCH OF ALL
YOUR SILENCE HOW IT WORKS MY MIND THE BEST

REASON I SUPPOSE I SPENT MUCH TIME ALL ALONE
BY CHOICE NOT BY WORLD LIKE THIS DAYS NEED
WE ALL COULD HAVE SURVIVED BETTER LONG AGO
WITHOUT TODAYS ALWAYS ONGOING CONSTANT GREED

I LONG AGAIN TO SLEEP AS A CHILD OF NATURE
FAR AWAY FROM ALL ACTIVITY OF THE HUMAN RACE
WHERE ONLY YOU DO FLY SO SILENTLY HIGH
AND PEACE OF MIND TO THUS EMBRACE

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
OH  IT  COULD  BE  IT  WOULD  BE

Oh it could well be and it for sure it would be
Even if the sun turned out its lights for real
In the largest crowd wondering searching for you
I'd find for my soul knows how your soul does feel

There is not another love another aura another one
That sends the same loving vibrations through me
Within a crowd of enless my soul would confess thers
Only one electronic seductive love thsts within thee

A most romantic bolt of loves own lightening I feel
Even within the most crowded room I feel it ever so
Words could explain any more than the pain of a flower
Having just been picked instead of allowing it to grow

Or how a dying wave feels upon a shore to disolve
Like a green leaf blown away from its mother tree
Like the parting of a cloud being seperated thus two
Or never heard words never having been in a dictionary

Only as one together for eternity untill times done
Could explain the spontanious combustion of us both
Without any form of a test us two are perfections best
To love as none has in all of time our hearts own oath

As soon as your soul is near my soul it knows no fear
My very heart could measure your distance away from me
Within the blindest of light without a trace of sight
I'd know deeply within that again together we'd be

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Oh neighbor can you help me get down
I climbed up into this tree to get fruit
A lizard climbed up my leg I got hooked
The cheeky crawly scary little coot

I'll go and het my ladder from the shed
No just let me stand on your shoulder
That way I'll get down in no time at all
Your strong and not all that much older

She stepped onto my shoulders we fell
Spread right across the garden below
Sitting flat and heavy on my upper half
Oh I am so sorry I mean it sincerely so

Covered in the fruit she'd picked up there
Not a chance I had that I could as if stand
She wriggled as to get herself up on her feet
I cannot get up she then explained feet in sand

She then took hold of the base of the fruit tree
And then she slowly turned herself around
No no no don't do that came a muffled as if cry
This won't take long she said myself on the ground

She said have an apple but two others hung as well
I grabbed them as to free myself covering my eyes
Her wiggling and jiggling riggling laughing too
Groaning amongst her giggling giving forth of sighs

She fell flat on me saying we'll just roll over some
Then all it should be well a great idea sounds good
So we did that and that was it still clinging for safety
Like two blocks of as if unchopped  wood

I met her down the street one day later on shopping
One of her girlfriends said oh you two have already met
I turned a funny shade of red and almost choked
Oh yes she said met him in our garden close as two can get

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Oh speak to me with words of song
As moon shines bright full and strong
To have my heart thus miss a beat
And gives thus lightest dancing feet

Seductive within their gentle sound
Feelings of romance thus to be found
Stealing within my entire beating heart
To have them from my mind never part

Giving thee no wish in life to go away
From within your arms to forever stay
Filling thus my mind heart and soul
With thy words of song as in days of old

Oh speak to me with their singing sound
With love in heart golden moon so bright
Feelings romance peace of mind to be found
Within my soul thy singing words this night

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
OH TELL ME .. HOW CAN ..

How can driving a new car for leasure be a sin
If you know the pro's and con's of doing so
How can photographing natures beauty be a sin
Sublime and exciting newness far as one can go

How can counting stars be a sin endless to see
How can enjoying a country camp for two be a sin
With all of time thats yours to own and discover
How can fasinating life not ever have a soul win

How can going to places you never dreamed of
Not have one on a personal loving incredible high
How can loving another ones never met be a sin
How can learning in life theres other ways to fly

How can living an un religious life be a sin
Who doesn't know all on earth are equal its so
How can two souls becoming one for magic moments
Be a sin as told by many who to date don't know

How can not being a steroptype in life be a sin
Not one grain of sand exactly like another true
How can making love ever be a sin when both agree
Most of all alone when this two souls decide to do

Sin .... Sensual Intimate Nurturing .. not a sin
As gentle as an oncoming dawn in spring not a sin
The fragrance of wild flowers upon a breeze slowly
telling all oh no ... Not the traditional done thing


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
I want to feel the warth of your skin
I want to feel your heart beating so
I want to kiss you all over and over
I don't ever wat to let you to go

How I love your hair in my face
Moving like the swells of the open sea
As we move as one in perfect ever motion
Together as the open sea vastest ocean

Our souls as one creating such poetry
No words in anything written could create
No books no poetry not any movies made
Nothing ever told stories love books or slate

All night long till the dawn peeps through
Like a dance of loving unending motion
Just us both on our own boat floating
Upon our very own all loves vastest ocean

Not thinking of tomorrow no oncoming sorrow
Only tonight how we exist as one till time done
Growing more-so all the time making love
till windows light with glow of morning sunday

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Little moments of romance
Happen every day~
Always there to remind me
We are in love come what may~
Like how I do oh do I what
When she leaves bathroom in a towel~
I approach with same old smile
Discouraged with a growl~
Hair so wet and shiny skin
Fragmented of perfumed soap~
One would think I'd try once more
But this bloke is not a dope~
Bear feet beautiful,hands so soft
A shape that would melt pure steel~
I just walk by and give that sigh
Perfection is still real~
Dressed in sarong she walks along
Say's .. I'd love a cup of tea~
I gets that look can't be miss took
Another job for me~
Hair still wet close as I can get
I get that look again~
I smile and say is all alright
She Say's..is it go-en to rain~
Just when I have given up
How everything changes so~
Little moments of romance
They are just so wonderful you know~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Oh soul of all you have traveled so
Since a time of no need to explain..
Ever since the many forms of time
To gather knowing again still again..

You have sent your representatives
Over all of time upon earth that be..
To live a life each time of learning
As you travel on to divine eternity..

To every aspect of life on earth
From the time that time its self begun..
Endless lives you represented over time
As a web of knowing is being spun..

Your many beings as experience gather's
Each time within a life to seek to find..
As much as is possible each and every time
Filling yourself with knowing on to divine..

Your existence so above your beings awareness
Has so many of them believing that they know..
But you soul are above their very comprehension
As through all of a timeless eternity you go..

You soul are one soul belonging to an over self
As you pass all to that one all knowing soul above..
Knowing that the only entire way to move on at all
Can be no other but to experience all forms of love..

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
OK  BACK TO POETRY .. FOR ME ..

Its the whold world of greed and self desire
That lights all as is for their mis-guided fire
All instructing intead of simply learning
In a school a life where closed minded sin quire

Natre is everywhere always was always it will be
And it is starving for appreciation mountains to sea
Beauty unending vastness beyound comprehention free
Leave the mobile take note book and go walk among thee

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
A lone camp site by a slowly flowing river
Situated under large and shady tree~
A bed roll in a soft protected spot
An old much loved dog for company~
The quart *** can upon the fire simmering
Coffee hot again real soon~
A starlit night almost upon him
And again that largest yellow moon~
A mouth ***** to play old tunes upon
To bring back a memory of back aways~
His horse and pack horse in makeshift yard
He had come here before in earlier days~
A place to simply meditate about his life
To spend some time alone~
And get back to being just himself
All upon his own~
Old *** n fry pan for cooking
Supplies he has along~
An old cowboys meditation
Just like in an old time song~
Life has had him slightly up a creek
As if up there without a paddle~
All an old cow poke only needs most of all
Is his boots his horse and saddle~
Sleeping with his old hat over eyes
Rolling a smoke every now and then~
A few days away from the daily grind
He does this every now and agen~
Gives him time to think about
How times have changed so much it seems~
An old cowboys meditation
To reconsider a few old dreams~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2008
Three half fallen walls left of rock and mud
Almost covered by smothering oldest wild fig tree~
And it had grown right through this old bush hut
Where once stood a fire place and it’s chimney~
Proof still about of this once magnificent spot
Once enjoyed no doubt by family of a few~
Still four days from simply anywhere at all
Up the top of Australia not far from ocean blue~
There had been here an old outside bath in stone
Another tree grew there so very much the same~
It seemed to be a wild cherry tree of some kind
That found good soil in search of from the rain~
A deepest old water well it stood quite near
And the top fashioned from rock and mud as well~
The track that I drove upon stopped 3 miles away
And overgrown scrub hid the hut as if never to tell~
I’d taken the horse out from the float back there
As I wanted to see this place of which I was told
They said that it had first been an old settlers hut
Right away back in the very early days of old
Who was it lived so far away out here in this old hut
Must have been at least one hundred years ago~
How they survived away out here so far back in time
Where they came from to here I guess we ll never know~
There was remains of fence posts grey, dry and  leaning now
An oldest ever home made gate it hung there badly~
But the visions of such happier times lay all about
Though all these years have passed for it now sadly~
There was no more the obvious days of reasonable splendor
It’s once day of usefulness have long gone and its need~
The owners of this place would all be gone long ago
Now stands their testament in overgrown scrub and wild ****~
There was some signs of a path still to be seen
Still many oldest rusty tools and signs of once life I see~
And even makeshift toys near an oldest ever tree
Now all a part of a families long ago still secret history~
..........................
Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988
Old man driving flat out down highway in new car
A policeman there stopped him along the way
Look I'm going home early give me a reason why
Your in such an almighty hurry better be good I say

Well the old guy said to policeman it's like this mate
My wife ran off with a policeman last week true
And I thought you were bringing her back
What else was I really  supposed to  **** well  do

She can't be all that bad can she the policeman said
The old guy pleaded breaking down in tears
Married to her I  ought to know I'm telling you
For deliberate ****** a bloke only gets ten years

Well if I see her I'll pull her aside for questions a few
The old guy said better call for back up it's true
She'd take care of one policeman in an hour or two
And you'll not have a home after work to go to

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Old grey split boards now lie
Under flapping tin~
Once new Lister engine .. Now still
Making these days no more din~
Cracked and dry old leather belts
That ran the boggi now hang loose and low~
The smell of wool still slightly lingers
From once polished rails long ago~
Creaking building in daylight warmth
Sadness one feels stepping in~
Deep inside a bushman's heart
Old shed ..sorry sight .. So grim~
But old shed you are not dead yet
But tied as here you stand~
Gone are the days of summer dust and haze
When you were young and ever grand~
And now you keep company old shed
With old yards and gates and races~
No longer are you filled with sheep
And loved with noise and life's embraces~
Once yelling and press thumping
Old lister with rhythm pure~
Flapping belts and tar boys running
But now ..loneliness you endure~
You had your day in your time I say
As then you stood so proud and grand~
And now ... You bring back memories
To a just as old and grey once busy man~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Old songs they seem to haunt you
And they seem to take you back~
To times that you knew long ago
Aways back down the track~
Old songs always there to remind you
Taking you back to a day~
Ever so very long ago
Every single time they play~
Without warning one is transported
Back so long ago~
To a place , a love , a time
Of someone precious you came to know~
They stop you right there in your tracks
Steals your mind back into time~
Old songs always there to remind you
Of special moments in your life so fine~
When one least expects it
An old song it will softly play~
Takes you heart and soul away
In an instant on the day~
Old songs always there to remind you
Whenever you least expect~
Old somgs those old songs
How they demand a hearts respect~
Seems theres a song for every magic moment
That we have deep in our mind~
And they are always there it seems to me
To simply pop up unexpected to remind~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
So sensual so spine tingling
My very being with you ~
In every way from back more than a day
My loving you my love as I do~
Total ecstasy to crown all feelings
How I treasure your loving me so much~
I live to be a part of you and me
For the wand of love and romance within your touch~
The very knowing you as I sincerely do
Your very knowing me~
As candles burn and clock hands turn
We are both in love and one destiny~
No stories told in all of life's ages
Could tell of a love more true~
Than the love we both have forever
Of two that love each other more than we do~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2011
One small shell upon a beach
In amongst all there that be ~
But still there in all its natural glory
Washed up by its mother sea~
This tiny shell would not really raise an eyebrow
As it lay there among all the rest that be~
But it does play an important part
In all natural things there by the sea~
But this little shell would never cry out
That its the only one that is there~
It would never say it was only with inteligent form
And that it alone was beyond compare~
Behind all of the planets n stars we know
In our to date massive space backyard~
To even feel we are the only ones
Is to swallow slightly hard~
Its like some say that they know God
If we know all about him than he is not so great~
As I feel he would be beyond earthly comprehention
To really know him weve not scratched the slate~
There is out there unknown to us
Planets n life weve not yet found~
Its common sense within my mind
We have not begin to cover such ground~
But I do believe that god n space
Both which we know not everything as we say#
Would expect us to first tidy up our own backyard
Before searching further on the day~
If earth was a property
And God left us in charge to care and maintain~
And he came back to inspect our efforts
We would be out of a job and out in the rain~
We on earth are as but a little shell
Upon lifes beach but we need to know~
That we are getting too far ahead of ourselves
And we need to go back a century or so~
Money on earth has became God
And too few ever stop to think~
That out there is one great rock
That could pull us all up in a wink~
God as we know him would be so greater
Beyond our minds comprehention its true~
And being so he would be rather disgusted in
All or most on earth that we do~
Time to go back n get real for a change
Show we have love n care n integritty too~
That we are capable of undoing what they call progress
And act more like the good samaritan to more than a few~
Spend those large dollar amounts
On getting earth back to where it once used to be~
With babbling clean water brooks and air so fresh
And many a forest of tree~
We earth should take a leaf
Out of that little humble shell on the beach doing its thing~
Only proffessing to be just what it is
And maybe the entire earth once again just might sing~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2006
One More Reason To Believe

( If only we KNEW instead of just
  believed .. And never just had
  MANS word and HIS book ..Life
  would be by far less stressfulfor all )

One more reason to believe
In the one we trust~
One more reason to believe
Now ..For their sakes and ours we must~
Many reasons now we have
To thank him for being there~
He helps us all in every way
His love beyond compare~
Now he has one more of us
And one day it will be me~
I will have learned all I needed to learn
And then from this classroom I ll be free~
I then will see the very sight
Of those I love so but have died~
And then I ll know all is calm
And that needless tears Ive cried~
He loves me and I love him
And there's not a doubt that , that's true~
For we all know deep inside that he s there
He s there for me .. He s there for you ~
so rest assure that they are now fine
And if they could tell you they would say~
Never been so whole and so loved
And I ll be waiting for you on the day~
One more reason to believe
In the one we trust~
One more reason to believe
For all our sakes we must~.

Terrence Michael Sutton  
copyright 1980
( Wisdom .. Believing will never be knowing ..
  The man who knows not
But knows not that he knows not
Is a fool ....Shun him~
The man who knows not
And knows he knows not
Is a student ...... teach him~
The man who knows
But knows not that he knows
Is asleep ..... awaken him~
But the man who knows
And knows that he knows
Is a teacher.......Learn from him~ )

Its written always of so very long ago
Going back as far as any can in time..
Of what they all believed away back then
Of all things from evil to the believed divine..

But since any thinking life on this planet lived
One aspect has never to this day ever changed..
The meaning of the word believe then and now
Has been always will though meanings rearranged..

What they back then believed they then believed
Just as almost all still believe in things today..
Believing has and is just that believing not knowing
Just as almost all believe still today when they pray..

The very first thinking soul on earth they believed
In whatever it was they believed in at any given time..
And right up until this very day and age almost all believe
Believing is not knowing since day one right down life's line..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2014
This is a song that I see as a world wide National Anthum
But any who does not like the word Bull ...Sh...t its a NO
However if the leaders of this planet listenened to it
It'd be a better world to live in and that a fact and so

DON'T LISTEN TO THIS IF THE WORD BULL-SH..T
IS NOT APPRECIATED IN THIS INSTANCE
AND OFFENDS ..

https://youtu.be/mxpxpQ7j8Sg

I'll only ever do this once but it covers todays
situation

terrence michael sutton
From my written Children's poems

Our drain pipe is an instrument
Every time it rains~
As soon as we here pitter patter on our roof
It starts all over again~
No sooner rain runs down our water pipes
We here the same old sound~
Our very own favorite melody
So deeply the sounds go up and down~
You see in our drain pipe we have two frogs
And they are real big and green~
They are the biggest and the greenest frogs
That we have ever seen~
And when the water rushes down
It really turns them on~
And then they really go to town
Singing their favorite song~
Our drain pipe is an instrument
Every time it rains~
As soon as we here pitter patter on our roof
It starts all over again~.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1983
( From my written Children's poems )

We were having such a picnic
When the uninvited guests all came~
One million and one little ants
They made the whole day such a pain~
They helped themselves to all the sweets
And they got into the jam~
They crawled all over all the meat
And even into the frying pan~
But it was just the limit
When they crawled up grandma's leg~
And they bit her too it is true
And the things my grandma said~
We were having such a lovely picnic
When the uninvited guests all came~
My dad he just laughed out loud
And said he thought it was going to rain ~.  

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988
Like waiting for an exotic flower to bloom
Or even for spring to finally arrive again
Also waiting for a long lost friend to arrive
And as well much the same as waiting for rain

Its the not knowing how some things will be
Or in confusing times pondering good or bad
Hoping for a new tomorrow even  peace of mind
Butterflies in hearts  imagining happyness or sad

All as if know everything souls promise miracles
And here you are knowing they simply don't exist
For impossibilities  might be possible tomorrow
But after a lifetime to this day yet to be kissed

That feeling one gets having to rely upon a fool
As at this point one sometimes has  little choice
All the prayers sayers players come what may'ers
Telling you woryy not instead have a coffee rejoice

That not knowing wondering imagining doubting
Life's taught  long ago the words trust me you hate
For every time someone said them to you smiling
Inner strength prevents you showing them the gate

Weve all known this feeling deeply within ourselves
You know the greatest psychic with you always rides
How often have we wished we'd listened to that advice
How often have we wished we'd instead trusted our vibes


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
To sleep to sleep one needs ones sleep
How a body needs its rest at best
But my soul at night decides to travel so
And pass ever so far away another test

Dreams are but dreams but austral trips
Has one wake tied and needing sleep more
We sleep to rest and to rest at best  however
Souls travel speed of thought to another shore

I blamed awhile the fan blowing what we exhale
Carbon dioxide not good to breath at any time
There must be ventilation open windows oxygen
Flowing through room fresh and pure ever fine

But then I wake memories of where I've not been
For when the body rests it travels far far away
Often due to this it brings back poetry and song
Of things of tomorrow things of distent yesterday

The best inventions with soul gifted intentions
Have over time come back when it does return
But to rest to reat a body needs to pass a test
As the candle of life continues so to burm

Oh over active soul you educate a mind from afar
As within it expects the best to do the things we do
It has such ongoing energy wisdom found in travel
But a body needs its rest at best to carry on its true

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018
AT TIMES A GLASS OF PORT WORKS WELL
Planting a tree is a good thing
But remember it must survive on it's own-
Planting a small grove of two or three
Each one helps the other till grown-

When and if one happens to suffer
The others drop leaves and water too-
Watering roots and providing shade
Helping the others to make it through-

Trees provide air upon our earth
Without them we'er in trouble true-
Planting a small grove of trees
Is a more than wonderful thing to do-

Down in a corner not used much
Down by a river away-
A small grove of trees provide shelter
For birds and wild life every day-

One third they say of our earths air
Comes from forests away they cut all the time-
Planting a tree I'm sure you'll agree
Is a way to help all far down the line-

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018 ( First written years ago ) ..
THE REASON WE ARE THIS TIME

The reason we are at all this time
Is to learn all of it all we can
Oppersties needed to provide choices
All meant to be not instructed by man

Every ounce of a woman so meant to be
Men will always be what they were born
Little boys untill the sun don't shine
Like weeds growing in a most perfect lawn

Ego is developed to give them courage
And to let them feel they all in all true
But when a little boys become a real man
He'll say without a woman what would we do

A liitle girl is born with the very right
To have a mind of her very own deep within
No man has the right to invent a lying word
In order to cotrole they long ago named sin

All started long ago when man created a story
Of Adam and Eve as to have hinself feel grand
And all the while no disrespect he's failed
As man on earth just another grain of sand

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Words that sing
Without a tune
Words that paint
As bright as the moon
Words that help many to feel good
That teach of life
As poetry should
Words that sometimes
Play and ******
Words that build
sometimes reduce
words that bring love
and often show the way
Words remembered
For many a day
Words of poetry
Words of rhyme
Words from the heart
From your soul and mind ..
Ever seductively magnetic
Diving into widows of a soul
Poetry and motion rhythum
Bringing back romances of old

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
To be a good writer or poet one must always
Have good sense of humor creating a smile
Not everything has to be woe head to toe
A good sense of humor helps along lifes mile

In order to have souls unload stress and strife
And to help save them from a woeful day
A good laugh on behalf of the poetic  path
Will give them happiness come what may

https://youtu.be/uZuxJwIiv1Q

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Read poetry deep inside has movement
No way you can know it go it show it
Without movement vibrational intence
Feeling it submissive wanting it having it

Throwing all else away from it getting it
Inviting it enlighting it being it showing it
Becoming it heart strumming it drumming it
Allowing the poetry within you being it

In the shower like a bird of the hour to defour
Having it become your very soul as in days of old
Heating it loving it all of it  calling it oening it
Driving it thriving it Being alive in it always bold

Alone in it feeling at home in it skin and bone in it
Giving it poetic life from any strife alone or to share
Making love in it higher above in it hand and glove in it
Like you've never known before or any time anywhere

Giving new birth to it with all your worth to it on earth to it
Orgasmicly sposmaticly letting it all becomr you within
Poetic perfection has to have feeling in it imagination in it
All poeticly recreating it of any such a poetic word or sin

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
POETRY IS POETRY

Poetry is poetry but what it should be
Poetry is poetry as that of the eagle
It as well keeps it's nose to the ground
Misses nothing at all like that of a beagle

Always sincerely honest with as open mind
A closed mind sees and learns nothing at all
Taking others advice with just a pinch of salt
As eagles see above and below height and fall

Minds their own business speaks wisdom too
A poet born a leader not a follower fact of life
Knows many a true word is spoken in just jest
Never under or over estimating or judging strife

True to thine own self start or ending of day
Sees way more than many imagine dare I say
Has no  time for foold but too likes to play
A real poet belongs to themselves come what may

terrence michaelsutton
copyright 2018
POETRY IS POETRY

Poetry is poetry but what it should be
Poetry is poetry as that of the eagle
It as well keeps it's nose to the ground
Misses nothing at all like that of a beagle

Always sincerely honest with as open mind
A closed mind sees and learns nothing at all
Taking others advice with just a pinch of salt
As eagles see above and below height and fall

Minds their own business speaks wisdom too
A poet born a leader not a follower fact of life
Knows many a true word is spoken in just jest
Never under or over estimating or judging strife

True to thine own self start or ending of day
Sees way more than many imagine dare I say
Has no  time for foold but too likes to play
A real poet belongs to themselves come what may

terrence michaelsutton
copyright 2018
So many beautiful poetic souls there be
So many need to spread their wings to fly
I know they'd all love this site ever so
There being endless reasons why

Poetry is a wonderful voice one of the soul
And poetry has all show they really care
Invite them here and welcome them in
No poetry is a world I myself could not bare

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Must be so frustrating for a politician ever so
When and if they have ever to end up in court
But then they've made a rule all above the law
Being for polititions court is for them is nort

Can't for the life of the say yes or no in ay way
Ask the time of day ends up their lifes history
Babies vactinated with grammaphone needles
More excuses than any dog has on them fleas

Reliable as a wet piece of string towing a truck
Polititions religions the royals come out of eggs
Of same birds and same words all obsurd
All as useful as oldest days gone by wooden pegs

Andthen when retired millions in their pensions
Give it all a little while and wouldn't you know
They find a reason like camels all back in season
To turn up and for another great whack its so

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
There are many things in life
That mean so very much to me~
Special sentimental things
That my heart will not set free~
But there's one thing Ive got at home
And it's way more special than the lot~
It's the hat my poppy used to wear
It's the most special thing Ive got~
When I look at it then I can see
My poppy standing there~
Oh how I know he loved me so
And the way he'd stroke my hair~
but God needed him to lend a hand
So my poppy went away~
But I have not got the slightest doubt
I'll see my poppy again one day~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 1988
We've been hearing noises in our roof
Dad thought it could be bats~
Mum said we've just moved in
It could well be rats~
So dad got up to take a look
And you would never guess~
He found two little possums
And my goodness what a mess~
There was little bits of chewed up veggies
And some cores of apples too~
Little pieces of pumpkin skin
And dried up crusts of bread more than a few~
They must have been really well fed
For they wasted so much it seems~
And all the time that they were busy
I was away deep in my dreams~
But my dad he caught the both of them
And blocked up where they got in~
Tonight it will be quiet mum said
There will be no din~
Dad let them go out among the trees
And boy did they scramble high~
As they both climbed up the highest tree
Away up towards the sky~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1981
We've been hearing noises in our roof
Dad thought it could be bats~
Mum said we've just moved in
It could well be rats~
So dad got up to take a look
And you would never guess~
He found two little possums
And my goodness what a mess~
There was little bits of chewed up veggies
And some cores of apples too~
Little pieces of pumpkin skin
And dried up crusts of bread more than a few~
They must have been really well fed
For they wasted so much it seems~
And all the time that they were busy
I was away deep in my dreams~
But my dad he caught the both of them
And blocked up where they got in~
Tonight it will be quiet mum said
There will be no din~
Dad let them go out among the trees
And boy did they scramble high~
As they both climbed up the highest tree
Away up towards the sky~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1981
Never could ' can't , never would
Put that much value into a stone~
They call them precious stones , gems and metals
With feeling they are as cold and dead as bone~
I'd rather give a lifetime of flowers
And my unconditional true love~
I'd rather always be there for a friend
As expected by God himself above~
I could never see the value in
A rock because its as old as time~
In no way I concider them to be
As valuable as the love I know thats mine~
In every way and every day
I spend loving her just that much more~
Not a single stone or rock or gem
Could replace the love that I adore~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Never could ' can't , never would
Put that much value into a stone~
They call them precious stones , gems and metals
With feeling they are as cold and dead as bone~
I'd rather give a lifetime of flowers
And my unconditional true love~
I'd rather always be there for a friend
As expected by my very heart~
I could never see the value in
A rock because its as old as time~
In no way I concider them to be
As valuable a love I know thats mine~
Even for the shortest while
To hold it close to me~
Way more precious than any rock
That could ever be ~
In every way and if ever every day
I"d spend loving her just that much more~
Not a single stone or rock or gem
Could replace a love that I adore~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
A knock upon my door quiet late
A very upset angel standing there
Can I talk with you awhile asked
Yes sure come in pull up a chair

My partners gone to see his mistress
I found out about it not that long ago
I'm angry upset sad and bewilded
Not sure what to do feel badly its so

I living now alone in my own home
I said well first you get rid of that
Go grab a gew things then come back
By morning you'll be fine thats a fact

Comes back takes a shower has a wine
Then has a few more feeling better
Whats good for goose good for gander
She said dressed only in an old sweater

By morning all was feeling wonderful
Vowed to let him unknowing have his way
What he does'nt know won't hurt him
Now all is just fine come whatever  may

( as I was told )

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018
So many unanswered questions are there
So many complete contradictions too
Endless untold stories on blank pages
In more endless bibles both old and new

Not one is as if Gods word but mans word
Mans points of view so very long ago
Books created by letters written away back
Contradictions of before they existed its so

Denied Jesus ever dying at 85 in Kashmir
Where he studied buddhism for years
Not ever having a religion but wisdom
Now just have fauth believe rid all fears

But do as told instructions old lies so bold
And one day your soul just might win
And if you don't or in life ever you won't
The reason man created the one word sin

Cane killed Able ran away later came back
With a wife and a family with him as well
There only being Adam and Eve two boys
Where'd she come from not a soul can tell

The bible written a good hundred years after
The time that their Jesus actually did die
But they insist and yet another lie well kissed
And here and now the converted still do cry

But the point being made religion is un-needed
A new born baby knows right from wrong
Everybody has choices knows yes from no
And on goes religions constant endless song

All will know a time when comes the time
To go from this class through a coridore
And find the selves in a class yet to come
Never to returning to this one anymore

( Religion wasting lives like bees in hives )

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
IN THIS CLASS YOU ARE THE CAPTAI OF YOUR SOUL
We all know lots of people
People that weve met
Mostly within our travels
And even some we can't forget

There are friends and as well
A few that are more than family
As well as one or two that are who
Real time friends forever to be

I'm a guy who puts his money
Where his mouth is for these few
When we die we don't take it with us
Thats how I am and what I do

To give a gift brings joy and smiles
Expect nothing back its so
What goes around comes around
In different ways we should know

Most of my real true friends are trying
In different ways to make ends meet
And I simply adore them endlessly
I've been there wore the shoes on their feet

I love chances to help them as often as
Money is nothing but a tool in life
I do as I can because I'm able to
Help them some with normal daily strife

I don't expect anything in return true
Its a gift all I ask is appeciation
For them to know I'm a real time friend
Thats all there is in explanation

I don't want them shy or pass me by
I only need their friendship always
To have them know a real time friend
Will be there for them come what may

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copyright 2018
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