Just because I
treat
a woman with
kindness
doesn't mean I'm
interested
in her romanticly
it's
called basic human
decency
not falling in
love.

Captivated by a deeply trance.
Romanticly disabled when you start to dance.
Accentuated by your every word.
Zoned in an endless medley of your own accord.
Yearning to hold such a beauty that before me was unfold.

Listening to the sound of the singing birds.
Out in the fields where the sheeps gather in a herd.
Voices that whispers the songs of unspoken melody.
Endlessly echoing in such sweet harmony.

Once you get to know the worst of people, you either withdraw from them or you simply fall for them. Not "romanticly" only but because of acceptance. You see, love and acceptance go by hand. The mere fact of not hoping or ilusionate is acceptance and applies on anything.

You ask me what happyness is; I would likely answer: now, today, this precise and exact moment and not any other since any other is uncertain, is unreal.

My mother.  

Albadara ***** was my mother. You may have heard of her. The famous actress. She was very religous. Despite what happened behind closed doors. This neverless though made my career decision, harder. She had a lot of love but it was usually used up by men and the camera before any of it came to my father or I. She never did drugs though. So i guess her religion saved her from something.

My Father

He only had eyes for one women. He loved her ever so much. She never noticed. That didn't stop his love ridden *** to pursue and constantly try to please. As always failing dismally. By the end of it all the top half of his romanticly diseased head was scattered to the wind.
I was 8. Ah love. What a stupid thing.

Hartlet *****
A happy child.


What a dumb *****.

The First
He was my first. He said he thought I was cute. I thought he was cute and nice. He asked me out 2 weeks after I met him.  I said yes like the desperate ***** I am. He left sooner than later.

Bread
I turned 18.
Like most.
I had to move out cuz my mother wouldn't let me stay.
Money.
We all need it.
I became a ****.

Attention seeker
The **** liked eyes.
On him.
He also liked games.
Watching my gaze on him he smiled. He led me into a room to "assess the product". What a *****. Making me whine for him. Ugh.

Circus part 1
I loved dancing. Ever since I was a child. Especially ballet. I thought I would perform on a stage. I guess I got my wish, that **** pole.

The second
I never knew
A pity
Almost as much as he pitied me.
But I guess he only liked my glitz and glamour.

And the taboo that i was sleeping with his boss

Circus part 2
Blood
Dancing in it like a warm rain.
I'll never know who saved me
Broke me
And built me in an instance
To cure my hunger for bread
The desire to be a ringleader in that gory circus of the living
I dance for me now




And the dead

POETRY  Is never just poetry
It takes life life have it live
not half doing anything at all
One gets what one does give

What goes around comes around
Effort plays its most sensual part
Two becoming one rhythim and rhyme
From the first ignighting spark

Abandon letting magic moments live
Poetry in action not just words to play
Poetry is love being alive giving ones all
Regardless be it night or be it day

Seductively ever romanticly being ever so
Creating moments only poetry could explain
No to morrows yesterdays only this moment
Making love poeticly nevana without the pain

Having poetry take you to places never been
As feelings of poetic ectasy takes controle
With love loving long forgotten in time
Since poetry was born with love in days of old

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018