I had a flashback
Screams of Nervana
They were "those kids"
I was cirgarettles
The smoke blew in my face
I coughed
They exhaled
Silly me
Innocent me
The crazy one
The giraffe
The Ugly
Trapped between to worlds
Spinning out of control
In and out of galaxies
Solar systems
Dying stars
Lies were sweeter
Your just eating galleons of honey
By the third spoonful syrup becomes sickening
Caught in your throat
Run
Hide
Survive
Singing along to Zeppelin
I didn't the words
Laughing to that joke
Why did they notice me
Why was I worthy
To be with the
Poet
Singer
Dreamer
Writer
Lighter
Heartless
Soulless
Fearless
I was the stargazer
Who saw right through them
But loved them anyways
Now I walk this road alone

With all man upon earth considers a wealth
None of it come what may can replace good health
He may hold for a time all that pleases his mind
But one moment of loving her Anothers greatest wealth

All words of religion and politics ever in time spoken
An entire life lived hearts full souls contently unbroken
A moment of nervana of superb heavely being ever so
Of Holding such perfection unexplained by poetry spoken

Am I was I so blessed for knowing all of beautiful songs sung
Of yet poetry to be written fate it to my soul of such it brings
Only thus two will ever feel all that words can never explain
Without any regrets that could be worthy of when a bird sings

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

My home,
Up in there,
With the darkness,
That has been a share,
In my poems,
It isn't rare.
The home in my mind,
Is full.
Too thick,
To push or pull.
It is dark,
*****,
Empty of light.
And so,
It is so insensible,
That it's entrance,
Is inaccessible,
Because,
It isn't sensible,
There are so many blocks,
No sense can reach in,
But the entrance can be open,
When reminded of,
Or spoken of,
And they temporarily walk around,
Without control,
Because my brain is crazy to be controlled,
But they can show themselves,
Until they go back in,
The darkness not anymore thin.
I can use a block of my own,
That it hates,
A sensation,
Not feeling,
But mentally created,
Now this may be debated,
But a temporary mental nervana,
Caused by the craziness,
Making a haziness,
So thick,
That the thoughts can't show,
Only travel,
Without sense of the fog,
But the fog destroying it's sense.  
The darkness can't get around this.
Which is okay,
For me to know,
That never a day,
Will come where the darkness has devoured me as prey.