"faulse" poems
Death...
We fear it,
We give a faulse image of it
We don't talk about it
We can't stand the thought of it;
Yet....
We somehow find peace in that fear.
We imagen..
Everything we love, hope and wish for
And put it in an imaginary world..
A world we go to when we draw our last breath.
We have many questions
So many unanswered questions
About the one thing we are to scared to talk about.
But with all questions that hold meaning,
We will find the answer one day..
The answer to something we humans fear so much.
But by the time we find the answer...
it will be to late..
The answer will be gone...
Slipping threw our lifeless hands.
So... Is there peace in death?
No...
You need to make that peace.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
I have run in fear of hierarchy and seudo embrace - to lay hands upon embroidered skin,
skin so arbitrarily tainted that it smells of innocent seas and eloquent loss.
I discovered ignorantly hand stitched protest that formed naivety in effortless waves.
*An effort so void of physical touch and second sight,
that it resembles a vastness that once drowned the lesser version of my inhabitants.*
I climbed mountains in length to hang upon a crucifix made of passion and scrutiny,
a comfort known by none but a malicious compliance requested by authority,
only to regenerate the secrecy of silence.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
Born as such inbuilt romance so much
In a world of many tied up closed mind
Seldom are there any this day and age
Ever few knowing of such to find
Not allowing themselves the ability
Feeling its only within movies to be
Never having ever been there at all
Petrified virgins mature as didability
Gone romancing unknowing seductivity
Religion to blame bibles under pillow
Never have so many made love at night
As full moon shone through the willow
Boldness now replaced with coldness
Hearts minds souls tied up with a vow
Living the words of mans written book
Scared to think outside of same somehow
Blaming world for soul depth frustration
Within knowing has to be more than this
Never missing such as this in all existance
Never known of this the andon of this kiss
Slaves to the word of man who abuses child
The as if holy than thou dictating instruction
Locked up many a beautiful soul doing as told
Saving themselves for none existing construction
Like dipping the toe in water not diving to know
Unexplainable feelings they'll die not knowing
Like robots programmed to follow faulse rule
While young enough to appreciate water flowing
Wasted lives age and all from lust to romacing
All gifts thus for learning as within souls cry
After all said and done feelings never to be won
Waiting for the inevertable one day we all die
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
My ship will flounder on my voyage ,
although it has no sails just tyranny.
as death awaits for me .
And all around is land and no sea ,
except for the reeds that call out for me .
and slowly she moves past shallow wave ,
with one faulse move sent us to our graves .
A space ship hovers above my ship a white saucer without a sound .
Then two creatures that look like men ,
Yet tall and menacing and huge in frame .
all white with darkened brow .
Now I’m in my bed and attacked by something alone I dread .
And so this ends the night ,
and two am strikes i know not how ,
another nightmare awaits somehow ?
and dream a while ,
for sleep awaits the dawn ,
and dreams our fears await .
So sweet dreams tonight you lay ,
for the candy mans never far away ,
on ships to foreign lands .
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC