Thinking of a metaphor
to explain everything that is happening to me is closer to impossible than anything I've ever tried before
But I have to try
Before my sanity leaks out a little more
My ears strain themselves as if bothered by a bizarrely loud screech
Yet all I can hear is the rain hitting the back padio
Reminding me of the rain begging to pour out of my core
It must be the cries of my heart causing my ears pain, as it pounds ribs waiting for the door of my mouth to open for a chance to speak
About the things that once acted their way through my souls opening
And in the meantime I must dig deeper than magma to find a temperature I can feel
With so much to say, but so little time
I will get the rest out in these next few lines
I hate that I hate every hateful breath I inhale
But I solemnly love that I am willing to live for the dieing in which I can overwhelming satisfied exhale

HOW COME YOU ALWAYS NEED MORE SUGAR

I just got back from over seas saved some money
Bought myself a lovely home in a lovely place
Heaps of room to plan a garden landscaped too
From home down to the road simply loads of space

Never took long next door to find I lived alone
Still young retired army rank just bought the home
A good cook house keeper too no way skin and bone
Planting flowering trees gardens loved them as grown

Up on my second floor padio stars they shone at night
Sitting there peace in freshest air beyound compare
A few beers salami watching the world go slowly by
Then I heard a yell from below is anybody there

I walked down opened front door suffering pole cats
The moonlight shone through all she there wore
A sight a retired major was not used to seeing true
I can't really remember but I think I may have swore

She said with wine under one arm a kind of welcome
And as it goes I'm right out of suger too by the way
Thought I might **** two birds with the same stone
Give a little get a little as my mother used to say

I said come in sit down your from next door right
She crossed her legs then changed her comfort there
I was enjoying a cigar at the time loved the wine
But almost choked on both gasping for some for air

It was I suppose a hot night but I wear more to bed
She asked you ok I always dress this way when hot
My God and this lived next door my mind boggled
I said well sugar must say I do have such a lot

Out of her bag another two bottles of wine came
And not of the cheaper brand to say the least
From the refrigerator I got a dish of salami
Oh I love this stuff i'll stock up for a feast

They say angels have a sense of humor might be
A blackout all lights gone the music player too
Or maybe a couple of mates I lost over seas
Some of them always playing jokes so true

Came over and sat next to me love this leather
No lights and never could handle real good wine
I think she had a tollerance re this situation
Whispered I live alone one thing I have is time

Goodness I'd been away now for a six year stretch
I came here for well earned peace of mind
I thought to myself won't get much of that tonight
And besides beautiful she was ever so very kind

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

HOW MANY TIMES I WONDER

We lived a Philippines city near a hospital true
And all the while the sirens scream once again
One or two and at times three of them making way
Regardless of weather be it sunshine stars or rain

I sit out on my second floor padio and ask what now
All have enough strife in life who needs more
Families trying to make ends meet the best they can
Another accident shooting aged dying always for sure

Does any stop to who is it this time aged or family
I thank God for nurses seeing this every day
Their stamina unending within every shift re work
And no ... It helps not to kneel and pray

Prayers don't fix broken legs remove bullets
Stitch up gashes deliver babies or remove arms
From starting time ready for anything arriving
With any luck a coffee no time smiles or charms

But those sirens scream and medics on the go
How many times I wonder of when life is not fair
How many stop awhile without the smile wondering
How many still have within them ability to care

Someones daughter son father mother family too
During what many call as if a normal day
When along comes some un-needed accident
To throw another obsticle come what ever may

Sirens scream and I shiver to wonder each time
I feel for whoever it may be within my very mind
When any reaches a point in life they no longer care
We really have lost something valuable and divine

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018