"deciple" poems
i wish I could've told you
how sorry i am
for letting someone like you
give even your physical aspects to me
you dont play in your sins
but tonight you found something so unholy to touch
and im so sorry for tempting you
you promised me that you never thought i was that bad
just a troubled teenager stuck in her ways
but did i tell you about how good i knew you could be for me ?
it troubles me
because i care about you
my touch will only burn you in the end
and you will have wasted your love on
lucifers beloved daughter
and gods unowned deciple
you said im an angel
but did your forget these wings were made of broken hearts too?
i'd hate for it to be you
do yourself a favor
i know you have a flavor for the devils candy
but dont ever let those holy hands touch this trashcan of sins again
i wont stop you
until you have nothing left of yourself
don't forsake the pain
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
Another day in the blue
With people who are
Frenemies with the sun as
Hot as a burbinig stove plate
And the day as normal as the safari
Peope lack the energy to
Get thier inquiries so they send me as if i was a deciple a student and they are teachers
But i was raised learning
To do something positive that will in lighten me and never be a sevent to a human they think this is a new day but to me its another day
Another day in the light side
Trying to inhance my tomorrow
Its too blury waiting for the deleting of this day to happen while sitting on a stool and following the shade
Another day
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
Another day in the blue
With people who are
Frenemies with the sun as
Hot as a burbinig stove plate
And the day as normal as the safari
Peope lack the energy to
Get thier inquiries so they send me as if i was a deciple a student and they are teachers
But i was raised learning
To do something positive that will in lighten me and never be a sevent to a human they think this is a new day but to me its another day
Another day in the light side
Trying to inhance my tomorrow
Its too blury waiting for the deleting of this day to happen while sitting on a stool and following the shade
Another day
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Long ago I got on the road
The world my back yard
Started traveling all over
Met many a poetic bard
Learned the ways of people
Writing of it all on the way
Have poems not on computer
Wrote sold songs sing lots today
Writer of book songs poetry too
Heaps still in boxes from back when
Seen many places met endless souls
Loved it all how I did back then
A traveler becomes a deciple of wisdom
But generations many have faded away
Even Jesus studied Bhudism in Kashmir
Was eighty five when he died there one day
Religious I found time wasters collectors
Of unknowing souls never dying on a cross
All comes down to wealth greed organized
No problems karma will be their loss
After all said and done all were just families
Those who were the captains of their soul
All much the same as all families were then
Since earliest days away back times of old
There was as if a unuversal language then
But since that time minds closed so tight
Soul slavery became a hundred years later
Writing bibles mans word not gods so right
I saw lands oceans seas mountains valleys
Ships made from straw camels horses too
Was so many ways to travel had they then
Country to country all under skies of blue
But now those times are over gone for good
As generations passed stories changed true
People all were just that people minds open
Greed and wealth lies written more than a few
We are all here to only learn oppasites choices
Like knowing right from wrong left and right
If you know them you don't need religions
A new born baby knows them day and night
If one cannot do a good turn one don't do bad
Treating others as you'd have them treat you
If it wasn't for a good samariton doing likewise
The story wouldn't be the one they call true
Simplicity I love that word its right up there
My insignificance in life my own invisability
One can't walk both side of a barbed wire fence
At the same time choices have to be made agree
I'm older than so many right now no regrets
Learned more than most would believe true
Almost finished this class schooling so be it
But old souls I adore each one of you
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC