Should my anticipation run and hide when the air so cold runs dry. My mind is a wonder in this ponder your hand feeds me. Some reason my heart says you're not a least bit overwhelmed, as I set myself up, but this I can't help to rely on free will and dwell. As I relate to the sun spots that reflect the conscious of hell we rebel, I sit back, trying to relax, staring through the tinted lens for time to pass. I reveal through the condensation, the eye of the drafty wind.

My mind wonders as I see the inevitable piercing reason for life bleed through the trees, quickly catch my eye. My heart races mystically to the beat of epilepsy as the hours surpass behind this sun glass. As I get to thinking, you remind me of the constellations breading, metaphorically speaking. The halo is gorgeous as your amber glows the Tuesday moon, bringing in a Wednesday revenge. I listen for a perfect circle to a perfect gratitude of the lust we all share in a wanted haunting spiraling into a Fibonacci themed sea.

Your strawberry kiss gathers a thesaurus of mood swings. It's heart carries a stone the size of the moon. Pity from far but a sight to see as the circle of life surrounds the familiar meaning of how much you mean to me. Only somehow, I find myself feeling like a LCD movie scene, Incomplete and all alone or like a childhood never ending story of love. Boring and make believe.

Some days I can't remember, some days I would like to forget. Like when lovers split into million's of pieces, we deal with it. I pirate about as my mates call me out as I blacken into fading out. A cool breeze to cold chill spinal tap heart attack buried deep in my bones like a diamond in the ruff, protected damaged goods. Keep me in mind, my fractal eye, frame this sight, picture it twice, what you see is what you find. (needs work)

Finding myself blind I'm reminded all the time, I'm bloodshot dry trying not to show you why the need to express my feelings. My reasons why are believed lies. With just one look, no second guess. You'll see my regret. You'll see me die a little in sight. The half heart you shared the day I felt it would matter, I felt I would care...

I would reside my life just to keep you near of a grateful insight. Standing in line waiting to see you see my side. I found my peace in between the daisies and the trees. You had fit the dream of being complete embraced me, to let it be. Hesitation aside I would rewind my life just to keep you close by, but the patterns we can't hide from this manifested tide. A rush of love a loss of touch. We reach for the sky but the stars just keep pushing high as we keep stretching our time here, it's all we have, is space.

Should my anticipation run behind, when the air so cold runs dry? My mind is a wonder in this ponder ahead of me. For some reason my heart says you're a bit overwhelmed but I can't help but rely on will dwell.
Some of the sun spots reflect the conscious of hell we rebel. The eye of the drafty wind. My mind wonders as I see the sun bleed, my heart sinks as the hours pass. You remind me of the constellations breading. The halo is gorgeous as your amber glows the Tuesday moon bringing in the Wednesday revenge, a perfect circle to a perfect gratitude of the lust we shared in a wanted haunting. Your strawberry kiss gathers my mood swings. It's heart carries a stone the size of the moon. Pity from far but a sight to see the circle of life surrounds the familiar meaning of how much you mean to me. Some days I can't remember some days I would like to forget. When lovers split into million pieces call me out as I blacken into fading out the cool breeze cold chill spinal tap heart attack buried deep in my bones a diamond in the ruff. My fractal eye frame this sight picture it twice keep me in mind what you see is what you find. Finding myself blind I'm reminded all the time. I'm bloodshot dry Trying not to cry. My reasons why are believed lies. with just one look no second guess. You'll see my regret. You'll see me die a little in my sight. the half heart you shared the day I felt I would care... I would reside my life just to keep you near of a grateful insight. Standing in line waiting to see you see my side. I found my peace you had fit the feeling of being complete embraced me. to let it be. hesitation aside I would rewind my life just to keep you close by, but the patterns we can't hide from this manifested tide. A rush of love a loss of touch we reach for the sky but the stars just keep pushing high as we keep stretching our time is space.

bird of joy forgot to pass by
atleast to come say hi

behid every loud laugh
is long cry
or a cold heart
were a bird of joy is dead
died with silence
without any realization or recognition
maybe cause of the given hard mission
it was un breakable un shakeable

new birds are still born
let our nest bloom to their wants
to get them breading and growing  in there.

god does not love me
i think he doesn’t even know my name,
yet i still wonder what he’d call me by once i arrive
at the gates of afterlife,
would he disregard what he wrote in the book of life,
look me in the eye
and call me by the name
my parents christened me with
instead of human number 99560000c, earth #05?

but who am i fooling;
i am but a donut flying across infinity in lightspeeds
one moment there, a moment later swallowed by the hungry monster who awaits
in the black hole

am i a snack for idle gods?
a cut of chicken running from the jaws of earth, unaware
that it is merely flopping from one bowl to another,
flour to egg to crumbs—
a breading offering for the deities

most people have come to accept that, i think
as i jump yet again into the bowl of flour
but i am not most people, as i refuse to believe
the reality that i am but a speck of dust fleeting through life,
an insignificant bug easily quashed by the stinking
foot of infinity,
that old hag.

life is temporary
too much breading does not do any good
i will soon be the trillionth dumped into that pool of hot oil

but **** if i’m not going to try scorching the tongue of a god,
and while i’m at it,
be the most delicious flying donut in the galaxy.

Spread over warm shortbread ,
a drizzle with molasses and cornbread
On a fresh baked apple , a dabble on a **** ,
a spoonful over your corn on the cob
Hoecakes , pancakes , johnnycakes and
hushpuppies
A crawfish boil , a 'smidge in the stew , *** liquor , fresh hominy in the fridge ,
drop biscuits , catfish breading and Columbus
grits
Grandmother's frosting with a -
Mason Jar
The Old Red Rooster sleeps in PawPaw's car
Barn Owl hoot 'n holler
Two York's in the afternoon wallow
Blackberry muffins on the rack
An afternoon stitch on Uncle Joe's back
Three legged pup in a red clay ditch
Mother whipping okra with a hickory switch* .....

beneficient
warmbody
breading
thein
theun
theorsunic
alra
RA
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sensunsultie
sssss

As she crouches over the pray she never had the courage to catch
Watch for emotion in her overflowing eyes

Heat Radiates from her Face with ache of unfulfilled wants
She Waits...

Too Much left to keep inside it feels weightless in her vacant chest
Cold covers every part
The temperature comes from within the Monster
She Waits..

Afraid to find her own reflection
To Show those shiny Green Eyes
Has she turned already, Is her Fate still in everyone else's Hands?
A Monster that has been Breading in her veins
She Waits..

Spear my years with a nail or two
to disintegrate the partings of rust,
and with honey foretelling lacking short age,
creates a fine wealth to adjust.

The confinements of rails
seek some sort of wayward point,
breading, kneeding,
in absence of hunching mirth.

So when the 2's and 3's
speed up to fine 6's and 7's;
remind me. Remind me to
seed kind water and properly place them.

Guitar buried in effects
Women mired in makeup
Men wrapped in ego
Woodwork dripping with shellac
Seafood dipped in breading
Carpet drowning in dust
The baptized cleansed in water
The son copying the father
A publican garnering trust
A 62' John Deere seized with rust
The dead becoming dust
A poker hand royal flush
An over and under combination
A gods abomination
Traipsing the woodline for a spell
A five o'clock trip from hell* ...

My name around the house is Mr. mushroom

Cause I’m always cooking mushrooms

Salt and pepper mushrooms

Squealing in a pan

You’re vegan and you don’t like mushrooms?

I don’t understand


Looking like a lizard, chewing on stringy hallucinogens

Or classy and tall floating in your soup

Or rich like truffles

Or frilly like flowers that kiss each other


Growing in bark, growing on trees

Growing in fields with no strawberries.

I met a mushroom picker one time, real nice guy

Was his trade, did it all day.

Squealing in a pan

My sister said when it comes to cooking mushrooms, I’m the man.

Don’t get all imaginative on me, and start breading and crumbing

Just doesn’t do.

Just the nice robust standard cups, at your local super market,  or sometimes those portabellos

Get them sweating like scalps in the heat!

Torture them with black pepper, fingernails on blackboards!

Then sunburn them in sea salt, crisping around the eyes like a vagabond child

Don’t let ‘em escape!

Mushrooms clouds, over the reef, think about them in your sleep.

Serve with rice or toast with a coffee or tea,

It’s Mushrooms for me.

So how long has it been since it's stopped? Since I've been disgusted by rain drops? It's almost as if we all stopped breathing, and for a second teenagers stopped breading. It's almost as if we all stopped screaming and for a while we all stopped cheating. So how long will this go on before we start needing this ever lasting feeling of real things? No, the world isn't perfect, but you need to give it a chance, so don't stop caring or it'll be out of your hands.

So how long has it been since I've stopped fighting? Since I've been distraught from my writings? It's almost as if the world stopped turning, and for a second we all stopped hurting. It's almost as if adults were finally taught the lessons we've been learning, and for a minute our hearts stopped yearning. But is it plausible? That maybe the world isn't as colossal as the fossils and we just turned the impossible to possible?

*Only if you put your mind to it

Love is im sure the deadliest sin. It's just like a cancer that rots from within. But maybe my words are tainted with hate. If love is your muse, then your poems great..,
yours is the hand that lifts in order to aspire for so much more a timeless chore
I stand beneath the gloom & doom
Tough so trust in fate to clean your room
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Blended in a circle tried to cling
Sapphire to assume the door to open
cling a swing still got me im the potion
love is the mere essence of my inner existence
Willow creek shivers a scent of dew across my face
things do change let me be the first to explain,
roses of love tainted by hands from above left as a squeeky wheel bargain basement deal

love is the timber the helps light its inner flame
growing, flowing & intoxicating pulse
we seek as actors clever to its claim
I look to the sea reflections in the way spark my memory some happy some sad
love is fashioned by tainted realization of a bargain basement deal
of the rocking chair beneath the squeeky wheel

see your face
love to taste
how you fought so hard and fierce
my one solution is gone from here
a challenge to be free is a question of time breading loud
pour out the potion through loves fine glass a reason to relax
draw strength from the echoes we hear by South
trim back the atmosphere as if a mouse

dig well below bust up the beat to promote its tempo

Living in a land of richest soils
All rivers on the flowing run
Freshes mountain springs to find
From mountans on to the sea

On lowers land vast oceans of land
Growing crops all planted by hand
All corn and rice but it'd be nice
To see alternative crops in demand

How wheat would thrive thus all alive
For breads and ever so much more
To have natures wealth providing health
Would bring a way better diet for sure

More tallest of flowering trees birds  and bees
River trees along banks to save the soil
Natures shade and all it could provide
A land so easy it would be thus to spoil

Away away large dams could be on display
Breading fish and eels and all there within
Giving endless way more for all to adore
Helping nature help them not to do so a sin

I imagine high walk ways along rivers grand
With no end of potted flowers tourists to attract
Creating places to come over night and to stay
More income for poorer areas progress a fact

Way more for the younger and schools to do
Areas of healthiest vegitables to grow for free
Provinding goodness for all any to take part
Bodies minds hearts as a land to thrive and be

Thinking more out of the box no political locks
And wealthiest religions all paying tax
Imagination replaces desperation many situation
Involing endless to help it happen simplicity facts

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018