The first word that comes to mind is infatuation.
We connect.
Plan and simple.
It's romantic type notion.
I admit I've tried to forget.
Yet the more I recall.
The more I acknowledge that what I felt and feel as true.
I look forward to find myself looking right at you.
I look left to find myself right back at the same circumstance.
Nothing fills my mind.
My time quite like you do.
I thought selfconsciously soon I'll forget.
But the more I try, the more I find myself torn.
I do the exact opposite.
It's not at all intrusive.
In fact I welcome it.
From time to time.
I've allowed complete and utter surrender.
As it's the only time I see you.
Your smile.
Your insight to aspiration.
I've pushed you to where I've always seen you.
And physically it's killing me.
Your well being is all I think about.
The time it took to admit time is but a stepping stone.
And we but mere moments.
I tell myself time and time again
Let go.
But the only thing missing is validity.
Moderation competes with repetition.
I can only distract myself so long until your thought arrives.
Never to leave;
A pattern expressed in pure emotion.
A scar left unhealed.
Out of the sincerity left undone.
My heart ponders.
And for a breif second I am happy.
Perhaps happier than I have ever been.
A familiar song that hoops and hollers down a familiar street.
A familiar face in an unfamiliar place.
Rationally you've revealed a part of me that I never wanted to let go.
The possibility of what if.
A glimpse of an familiar face.
If only in thought.
The memory of exploring an unknown place and loving every minute of it

The ship of ages
It was a hot afternoon when the big bulk carrier left a harbour
at the coast of Bengal bound for Sidney (Australia)
with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had ploughed
the many seas, alas too slow in our modern time.
Somewhere in the Indian ocean, the sea separated and
the bulk carrier fell into a timeless zone where life repeated
itself endlessly; the cook is making soup, the captain is
reading a map of the oceans’ great currents.
150 years passed convulsion in the time zone. and the ship
was back on the sea’s surface.
The cook served his soup, and the captain called the harbour
authorities in Sidney, he needed a birth for a ship no one
had heard of, but the manifest stated Sidney.
They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city
to the disappointment of the crew.
When the pilot left, he was pale and shaken as he
had navigated the ship through a layer of time.
The customs officials found cigarettes and whisky,
products that had been banned for over sixty years
only marijuana was legal if smoked in moderation.
The crew, the captain and the cook were arrested and sent to
an open camp for interrogation, it was there a nurse noticed
the tribulation was getting old by the day, and the crew could
no longer walk, many were incontinently suffered from senility
and chronic heart failure.
One day they had gone, what was left dust blowing in the wind.

selenium rich
healthy in moderation
milk product, butter

AS BREEZES  BLOW

We live our lives like bees in hives
We do our best trying to work as one
While trying to as well ourselves to tell
Life at times seems all work little fun

The only one that needs to feel whats real
Is after all lifes reasons said and done
Is nobody other than you alone in learning
From birth through life till last of setting sun

Doing best to pass each and every lifelong test
Knowing after all its only you to look back
One gives ones self education via choices
Ending lifes happiness strife later up the track

Comes a time a rest a little wine a moment fine
To gather thoughts ans some peace of mind
To even be loved a little more with love sublime
And if possible to ones self be just a little kind

As its true time only exists on earth be old or new
And learning is all choices come what ever may
There is no race only your time to thus embrace
All things in moderation not all work or not all play

The greatest positive crust the only one you can trust
As they will never in life ever possible to lie to you
Is your own soul within your personal vibes to begin
And they alone will I find always see you through

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

I would take you seriously
If you were capable
Of seeing me
Selective blindness
Reversed kindness
Knows only hatred or love
There’s no moderation
Of imagination
In humans who cannot rise above
It’s all either so wrong or so right
To those incapable of sight

After
Nights like this
Hundreds of drinks later
Hundreds of people
Shallow like the thick air
You breathe in there

After
Total ups and downs
Oh what euphoria it is,
Riding out highs to the ground
Past the point of throwing up,
Throwing it all away

When the shakes stop
Your fists still hurting
From punching the door
On your way out
"I'm taking five"
A small number

A couple breaths
Curled up
Next to the toilet
Completly overwhelmed
In and out
Should I just go?

Dancing
Behind the stick
Pouring promises of a quick escape
No remorse's found here
No moderation cause
"Tonight we go big
Time to forget ourselves"
To let go of all reason

Melting bonds
Together with your people
We've gone through the fire trials
Together
We do it, again and again
Together

When you can't smell the smoke
Any longer
Hovering in the air
When you can't hear the music
Anymore
A "boom, boom, boom" to the background

When your sweat forms a salty smile
On your shirt
Your face, a pale grimace
Void of any emotion
At this point
Teeth clenched, throat sore
You don't matter anymore

It's us against them
Who will give in first?
Their thirst for more
Or my arms, my legs,
My patience?

They are a constant demand,
For more
Total ignorance,
In pure bliss pure preassure
Ego printed out on paper
Left on the table or thrown at you
On their way out
Pick it up when you clean this mess

When it's over for the night
You come to a stop
Silence
As the world wakes up
And comes alive again,
Slowly

The sun gently lights your face
On your way home
A bit of shelter
Warmth and quiet
A bit of peace

Finally excused,
You hurry home
A couple hours of rest and resignationt
The adrenaline wore off
Put a check behind yesterday
It's over and done

Four, five, six
Hours
A quick bite, sleep, repeat
Rest
The to do list of today
Already delivered to your pocket

Time's up
You blinked twice
You said you wouldn't do that anymore
Have to get going now, have to get back
Have to function again
Be there in five

Only then it is,
That you realize
You enjoy losing yourself
In the struggle
In this swirl ******* you in
Deeper and deeper

Time passes
Quicker and quicker
Just a little more
And I can give up
I can give in

And leave everything behind
Leave all reason
Leave all trouble
Awake but unconscious
Dead or alive
Night or day

Look,
How messed up you have become
For a nicle and a dime
Your life's gone grey, gone grim
Gone bitter

It's after nights like this
That you get the hint of a feeling
That you went wrong somewhere
Togehter with a clear feeling
Of deserving it
You deserve to end here

Coughing and laughing
In the mouth and out the mouth
******* the stick fast and slow
Smokers of the world I understand you  
Don’t feel shame and don’t feel bad
Cause you feel you smoke to cope
It’s not all about that really
It’s a pleasure and a release
A fun tool when in company
Yes it can still **** and **** it still can
But treat it with moderation
Don’t abuse its powerful pull
Just treat it like a friend
Don’t have sixty cause that’s just greed
Certainly don’t have eighty
Cause your wallets will bleed
Just have maybe two
And when in company maybe five or four
Smoking isn’t a curse
Or a society nuisance
It’s just life and it’s furniture
Nothing more and nothing less

You see I want to hurt somebody
Punch them in the face
But that is not what I want to do
Because I am nice
You see I see people flying around
Over into outer space
You see I feel like yelling at everyone
If they get in my fucken way
You see dad flies around me
My brother is flying around with him
And I am hating every minute of it
I want to sing in a fun singing group
I want to learn video streaming
That will be fun
I would like to just relax
And not feel like anxiety is pushing down on me
I am watching shameless at the moment
Learning about how poor people really suffer
I don’t give money to poor people anymore
I just use my atm card
No I think people expect something for nothing
Something for fucken nothing
I feel like I am being treated like an alcoholic criminal who is having a hard life
I love to ave a beer with Benny
Yes I will fucken drink with him
I will drink on moderation mate
And get really drunk with someone whose slim
Yes I am cool
The coolest dude oh yeah
I love to have a beer with Benny
Yes that’ll be real ace
You see I feel like I am being pushed through my arms to go to the psych ward
I don’t want to end up there at all
NO WAY

It's not self harm. It's fine
Just a bunch of tic tac toe boards
Made of crimson lines

It's not insomnia
I'm just so excited about life
I want to be awake every second

It's not that I can't eat
It's just healthy to have moderation
And what's more moderate than nothing

Its not depression
It's just a tiny sad
That has lasted a year

It's not a panic attack
I'm just fine
The scream crying is unrelated

I am broadcasting (to thee) a song full of swoon
Hopefully it will be over soon
Fifty five and flirty white as lippizaner horses
At the beach club hungry boredom placed on chairs with other torsos
Parents chasing down their kids
Throwing their foreboding fits
Khaki colored fathers carrying their salty and wet children
Children fathered covered by those fuzzy ponchos made especially for toddlers
Katamarans floating gentle squares on slimy water
I’m not made for moderation
Easing into fleeting moments
Twisted arms like highway horses
White as clouds on monday mornings
In the omelettes of the skies
Splitting yolks on shells disgusted
As my nervous system cries

I can’t have a beer with Duncan
Cause of the coronavirus yeah
We can’t drink in moderation
Unless we do it with family at home
The town and country is closed
To the public yes
I can’t have a beer with Duncan
Covid 19 is a bad thing
I can’t have a beer with Kevin
Oh yeah no beer with Kev
And if we have 5 people
I can’t drive him home
In his big old chev
If I have a beer with Kevin
Just with me and him
And social distancing yeah
We will celebrate a little win
I wanna have a beer with Patrick
Really that will be grand
But we must follow the rules of
Coronavirus cause if we don’t
We get trapped by trappers hand
We must enjoy a beer
And we must not socialise with too many
Because if we do, the police will
Drag us out off our *****
And with the coronavirus
We can’t socialise without distancing
Our people from other people yeah
Hopefully they will find a vaccine or cure to stop the spread
Because at the moment we must wash our hands or we’re dead

This is the city; Fundamentals of the mafia,
Other police and security improvements.
Tools, terrorism, homosexuality, faith.
Hospitals with disabilities after their death,
The Alhambra was liberated from the ******.
****** and tuberculosis change ******;
****** and changes in the city. Mafia ******,
****** and lands; Next device. The police love
these protections. Tragic disasters,
homosexuality, security. *******:
Emergency conditions, algebra, conversion.
***** and conversation licenses. City Councils -
***** and Moabite territories in front.
Coverage for *******, ***** and the next guards.
Risks Dangers, homosexuality in moderation.
degradation; Pharmaceutical damage,
damages, spiritism's Other contracts
work; Mordechai's ******* and the god
of the field. It has been determined
that these are the actions raised by the
police, Homosexuality, abuse of employees.
abuse of pharmaceutical products -
Mom has come from ***** Azaz
and demons. This is the city; Moab *****
and landscape; Other police improvements,
These are security tools for terrorism.
Homosexuality, specific faith of the doctor.
After the epidemic of the Alhambra.
Pumas de puta and paralysis began
to explode. Changes and changes
in the city. Mafia ******* and other landscape.
Applications The police have security.
Such homosexuality, security device.
Emergency options, algebraic licenses,
Download versions Changes
****** and modifications in the city - Moab's.
***** and the surrounding lands
Police, for the security of these devices.
The dangers of homosexuality relying
Corrupt pharmacists: After the effects.
From the pain of the surroundings, cancel.
Different cities; Morcha and country
kedekirešiyewineti Such devices
They are often suspects killing the braids.
police homosexuality, employees
****** abuse - drug merchants - from
The depression to the alley, where the devil.
wine This is the city; The ****** of the media.
****** and the nation; More security improvements
The police custody of this device. Threats,
homosexuality, weakness of the faith;
hospitals; Post-traumatic problems
Algeymera destruction of the devil. Good changes
****** and cities; The ******* mafia ******
and the nation; Mas Cria police security guards
for this device. The dangers of decadence,
homosexuality, trust. weakness; Common
drugs Post-traumatic problems, explosions.
Algebra, evolution of the ****** of the devil.
****** and city reform; The mafia ******.
****** and the nation; More benefits
for the police. Security for this tool. Threat,
homosexuality, trust in pharmaceutical
corruption; Impact after The alsemeera
of Satanism after the event. Changes
of ****** and reformed cities; The *******
mafia of the ****** and the nation; cut Police
assassins, security forces for extremely
dangerous metal tools, same-*** depression,
drug addiction; Post-traumatic problem,
Alzeihmer from the atmosphere of Satanism.

It must be grounded

on moderation and reality

lest one becomes deluded

Pain and pleasure are the sides
of the coin I spend in life
by the scourge I finally smile
creature comforts found at long last
I can afford nothing else
or at the least this much is true
the higher realms will not accept
the currency I hold in hand.

Seeking change from common day
it’s left behind while I play
all the rest becomes shadow
phantom life that I discard
experience brought me to this place
seeking realms of the extreme
to delay frustration’s curse
consuming lust is payment sent.

By the cut or by the stroke
moderation has been revoked
one or the other will come first
with the other in due course
wanting more of the same
torment may proceed the balm
or sheer delight becomes distress
desires are filled as I proceed.

I’ll not judge where I go
when sensation fills my world
deluding spirit’s need to pray
with a base surrogate
I’ll seek the exit in the end
after coins have been spent
no longer offering a retreat
I’ll pay the bill and take my own.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180325.

you are a treat
best enjoyed in moderation
in a world where it is ugly to make
any such communication

you are a treat
junkfood, excessive partying
something people want until
their every day routine starts faltering

you make people feel alive
flames lighting up their skies
until the constant light show
made them feel nothing but tired

you are a treat, a rarity
the world through rose tinted glasses
more dreams, ideas and exploration
when what they wanted was less

simple dreams are easy wins
not suited for your crazy whims
when all they needed was to say
this is no place for a fireworks display