I assed da question, where ya bounce?
Mama waz layz peepin da new big tymer, cruizin' thru town
She said, he waz crunk, like outta dis world
They were just poppin' da trunk and keepin’ it real
Da boys were sketchin' and should've just chopped it up
My favourite souljas, now goin' 2 Angola 4 A-187 on da Dirtee Sth 3RD Coast

Yo think she's all dat
But ya girlfriends so stupid
Da 1st time she used a *******
She cracked her 2 front teeth

The 3rd Coast is where da peepole get crunked up, be grilled out and ride on slabs
Down in Texas where they wear, those big belt buckles and jam to da *****
Those cowboys just pop n splash everywhere, all over da hood
That's what ya don't know, 'Bout da Dirtee Sth 3RD Coast

They have sum crazy RRRS partays
Drive sum fine RRRS ******* and cars wid gold grillz
As well as sporting huge silly fat RRRS rims
Backwash swamps and even sum back alley gators

I get my corner boys to sell, all da homie made ice cream
I'll make sure they don't *** anywhere near ya cut
I sell on eBay, a little 1 kilo of hi flyin' kite
Also tried 2 sell da sweets on da corners of mistreets
But da boys try da **** ****, before they sell and get so really cromp
I can't have em leanin', ya all no what I be meanin'

Yo think she's all dat
But ya girlfriends so stupid
Da 1st time she used a *******
She cracked her 2 front teeth

After da show we caught da dude that slapped misista and made her face hot
But before we wrecked him, we visited da famous ‘White Castle’ burger spot
Where we ate those famous, but small burgers dat only cost 35c, cheaper than ***
The popo said, ‘Is you trazy’, we just smiled and kept on eatin' da lot
The cops tried 2 grab us, but they didn't have nathan on us. What ya got?

They have sum crazy RRRS partays
Drive sum fine RRRS ******* and cars wid gold grillz
As well as sporting huge silly fat RRRS rims
Backwash swamps and even sum back alley gators

Ya gotta love Southern hospitality
Depending on where ya go in da Sth
It could be a, ‘Hi, let me *** dat 4 ya, midear’
2, ‘If ya don't stop staring @ me, I'm gonna shoot ya in da face’
So I know the ledge and have got da xtra edge
Over all da udder big tymers, down in da Dirtee Sth 3RD Coast

"So what's it like slick,"
she asks,
"living your life in an asylum?"
And I sthay,
"I dunno Missusth."

But sthill I wonder
if the sthraightjackets fit tightly there,
why I might like little white pillsth,
electric-shock treatmentsth,
& sthcrewdriver-lobotomiesth.

So hey you Missusth,
I know
thisth ain't working out here any more
& yet I,
I continue to sthare at the ceiling,
watch the fan sthpinning,
listening to melancholy voicesth
whisthpering from
sthingle blades of grassth.

They ask me thingsth  
about my crazinessth too,
as if I sthupposed to know
anything
here
on the insthide
looking out
with the door closthed.

That means sthut lady,
with an aposthrophe-s,
'sth.

that was the worst pain
they were in the plain

that was an evil night
but devil was out of sight

they sat near each other
without mother or father

start to say about
sth that they never thought

he started to kiss her
but actually god was there

now they are sad & worry
left each other & they are sorry

(Callasinnan yeka ish gorur)
In English( doing sth bigger than his head)
Means: a person is doing sth that doesn't relate to his age!

Emptiness is the heaviest burden.
Longing is the toughest companion.

Indifference is a disaster.
Misunderstanding leaves the deepest scar.

Time doesn't heal.
Every opportunity compels you to feel.
Moving on are just words.
Without a proper end, you never truly depart.

Weakness becomes your mate.
Tears become your favourite nightmare.
Starts the search of a soul to lean on.
But compatibility isn't sth you just chance upon.

My mind is full of thoughts
How to invest no money and be a boss ?

Sometimes my mind rolls to
Sometimes it becomes wreck-less like
Why ‘two’ , ‘too’ and ‘to’ sound alike?

Sometimes thinking to create sth good
But always remained thinking (good)
Sometimes stepping to make sth change
But that always remained out of my range

So that’s on my mind
Empty, vacant and still fine
Mumbling the words through the tip of my fingers
staining the screen no one eager-
to read my poem but still dreaming for bigger

So , that’s on my mind !

So this is what my life has become
Waiting for a message
Waiting for something
to make my dull life exciting
Waiting for sth that I know that will never come
Is it worth waiting for?

No, I don't know
What love is
At all.

I am wondering
And my soul
Is about to fall

What is love
Why is love
And why are we all?

Are these simply questions of a depressed mind?
Maybe.
But also of one that is trying to find

Reasons
To live and to feel and to love.
Again.
More
And more honestly than ever.

Searching is my current state.
It's rather stuck, but does vibrate
Uncomfortably under my ribs
Where the deepest of feelings should be

Instead I am mostly inhibiting my head
But I want to learn to change that
My body needs more of my attention
I need to connect
To reconnect I guess.

I noticed there is a big gap
Between my soul, my head, my body..
It is as if I am existing in parts.

Maybe it's true cause energy is divided
Maybe.

I don't really know much
My focus recently has been very shallow
I guess I lost other people's touch
The human connections with fellows

They matter. Society matters.
This is where love meets me
But rarely.

I did experience hate though
In groups.
No body came to save me

But that's over, isn't it?
Or do I still have to learn to trust?

Am I still so influenced by it?
That I'd rather deny myself
Than to accept
That someone might not like
Sth about me instead.

Why is it so bad?
How to get rid of this weird energy.
How to find a way to be finally free.
I am not even begging for materialistic freedom.
I just want to be able to decide
How my life is gonna be
Where I am gonna be
And in each and every moment
What is actually right for me?

I know I overstepped some boundaries
And I will overstep even more
There are boundaries I overstep unwillingly
And there's others that I knowingly ignore.

You know,
I want to fall in love
Have sth to hold on
Like actually feel
for somebody else I guess

Be a part of something,
a part of someone,
and share...

Give and get.

Have heart beats in sync.

You know,
Like live in a kind of utopia.
Maybe sometimes suffer on the way,
but only to see us heal.
Beautifully and Wholly
Together. Always.

I want to have memories to laugh at;
eyes to look at;
and a familiar tinge to remember-
every time the air prances into my curls.

I want that ******; that caress;
Feel completely moved  from within
and realize ,
what I'd been missing out on
all this time.

I fancy being the person
who can laugh alone by mere reminiscence.
Gaze at a profile for years
and still not loose the fondness

The adrenaline rush,
The vulnerability,
The addiction,
The susceptibility,
The endearment....
thats what I crave.

You know,
It doesn't have to be the right person
and doesn't have to last forever.
I just want to believe it will.

For once in all these years,
I just want to savour,
how it feels to feel.

Get lost in something,
in someone,
forever
And still yearn for more.

Have a thirst.
and see it quench
by nothing else
but the meagre presence of a person.

Like actually be able to enjoy the rain,
be able to saunter in thoughts,
be able to relate the lyrics of a song,
and even when things go wrong,
still have someone to keep you strong.

I want to have something to think about
when I wake up,
and  have someone come for me
when I don't .

Just be there for someone
and keep confessing to them,
that the only thing that binds me together
is their "ugliness charm" :))

You know,
I want to be mainstream for once
Have love to murmur between kisses.

Not think about anything else,
Except for togetherness.

Be inseparable for once.

Doesn't have to last forever
but I have a squeaky clean ache for it.

Just for once,
I want to smile from completely within
because someone glows to me.

"Today more than yesterday"
"Forever and always"
So as to say.

You know,
I want to be one of those-
cliche typical romantic couples from a movie.
Lost in each other,
only to find each other.

The only  difference
I wouldn't be acting.

I want to confront a room that lit up
just by someones entry.
Feel contended to the brim
just by someones feel.

Like actually not feel hollow for once,
and yet trigger a rhythm when knocked.

Be the someone, in someones life.
Hold hands and frolic,
as a single eternal supernova.

I know reality
and I know it doesn't work that way
but just for once
and only once,
I want to believe
I belong.

December 28.
Three days until  new year
Resolutions? What are they?
Although I do want to better myself and grow to be happier and ****,
I don’t want to make effort to get there.
I just want things to change.

Lazy.
Thats what they call me
But im not,
you should see me one day before the deadlines
No one works as hard as me then.

But what for?
Why am I doing this?
I am always busy;
Always caught up in stuff,
but how?
Ive made no progress whatsoever.
Not accomplished anything.
Where does all that I do go?

The trash bin.
No no no!
Thats not where it goes
I was only showing it to you,
because its sth im proud of
Its the cleanest piece I own in the house
Never has been touched by any dirt  any-day.

Theres pizza under the cushion under the table
Its not stale!
Only a week old
Im 15 and still fresh.

Im an artist by profession,
Some call me a piece of art myself
I don’t think so
I believe,
Im a masterpiece.

Ive always wanted to move into a new house
a well furnished house with a full fridge
If I move I won’t have to waste time on cleaning

Yeah time...
I value it alot.
I keep staring at the clock for hours sometimes
Waiting for its orders
Time and tide waits for none
But we can
We can wait
And we should.
Wait for time; respect it.

I always clutch the clock firmly in my hands
Never let it go
So Ive had never to say,
Time is running away from our hands
Im occasionally smart too.

I don’t rest.
Im always working
Even when I sleep
I write my dreams make a movie and watch it.
It's mostly about riding a shoe in the sky
and going over seas to meet my family.

my family..
is the best
I don’t even have to explain
My pet rat always runs with excitement as soon as it sees me
His best friend the cockroach follows him everywhere.
BFFs you see,
The spider lets down a string to greet me
and even the tap tears up when I open the door.
Ive spent days telling her not to cry,
not to miss me too much
But her tears just won’t stop
Such a precious family ive got
I love you fam
Don’t worry
I’ll see you all soon.

Yeah.
Where was I?
Yeah, so I'm m always working.
Its important
I know they call me lazy
But no-ones opinions matter to me

Unless,
Unless its my mom
She once told me I needed help
I picked up the gun-
The gun-gun-gunther toy
I made it myself
Gunther?
From F.R.I.E.N.D.S?
I loved that show
Had a rag doll for each character.

Ahh those days.....

No!  I won’t tell you what happened after that!
I almost had to go to jai-
jai-je-Jelly land!
I don’t like jelly you see.

NO!
I didn’t run from anyone.
Or anywhere.
Although I do run from my responsibilities
its good for health
You should too.

THE QUESTION IS

What Camera is it doing at the wedding
She is of no relation come what may
A complete insult to Diana is this cow
Prince Charles should keep this woman away

So she was chaeses play thing before Dians
And during as well dare I stoop to say
At best she should sit watching home on T V
The whole family do as they please on any day

Its so wrong but them above their own laws
An insult to Diana as is the family at best
And Chaeles needs to see a right royal shrink
I doubt if he'd pass the given basic test

Talk about hide and lack of concideration
This woman should be at home with the herd
But this is a family so full of themselves
Like taking trigonometry to 1st class in a word

My thought ..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
( What would I know about these things you ask ?? My Mother
was DIRECTLY related to Queen Victoria .. She was a MINCHIN ..
The Minchin in charge of the horse brigade was a MINCHIN ..
The first Admirable on the first ever Britanica was a Minchin ..
I have in my veins the same blood line .. ( Not skiting about that )
One in every approx 5-6000 has it ..Originates in the Sth of France ....NOT A LOVER OF ROYALS AT ALL ..

Brother had graduated
With distinction
Easily obtained
Kindergarten Admission

Already done
Started good
At another school
With A thatched roof


Father Rector
Vaguely remember.
English Language Skills
Written and spoken
Was the intention
For a Convent Education

The first school
Just off the ground
Hop skip and jump
From home

Virtue in Difficulty
Motto enforced with authority
Back of beyond
The oven a bear to clean
The school of hard knocks
14 years
Hornets Nest
4 year kid
Put to test

Every year
A cross to bear
Every teacher
A nightmare

Atmosphere Anxious
Psychosis cheek by jowl with
Feel the heat
Skip a beat
Learn it all
Before you are 3 feet tall

Every Monday
Cloud on the Horizon
Tuesday
Better left unsaid
Wednesday
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Thursdays
Hammer and anvil
Fridays
Thank god it is

Discipline and Education
Was the Motivation
Real or Mask
I'm yet to Unmask

Boys Ranked
Made to feel inferior
Fail a subject
Humiliate Parent  
For kid not being perfect
Boys branded
Humiliation  indidnity
Insult to injury
Nuremberg trials shorter
Silently stand there
Standard Convent fare

Provocative Attire
By the teacher
Didn't make matters better
Students imbibed earlier
Than required by law of nature
Sexuality brazen
Ahead of the curve
Gradation of *******
Affected permanently
Mental stability
View of women
Totally in contradiction
Damaged forever
Lasted till wedlock
Wedlock did not last

No room for sth
Beyond the pale
A square peg in a round hole
Puritanism produced swivel eyed zealots
Pursued their mania with little sense of proportion

Higher classes
No better
Tight leash
Grip never eased
Termination threatened
Repeat a year warned

Having to endure
Performance preasure
Nervous breakdown
Not uncommon
Common in classes
Standard 10 and Twelwe
Every day a living hell

Spare the rod
Spoil the child
Idiom for conduct
In this school invented

Untidy Attire
Consequences dire
Late to school
Flatten your soul
Talk in class
Break you like glass
Tarnished shoe
Wrist turns blue
Study material
Not in order
No escaping the clobber
Time at Alcatraz
A Concert of Jazz
Holidays a parole
Graduation day
Jackrabbit Parole
Diesel ride
No more required

Fourteen years
Buck Rogers time
Rigorous Relentless
Souls broken
With precision

Served *** Beef
At the Cuckoos Nest
Doing the Dutch
Break Fluids
Considered once
Watch the wind or
Bark at the Moon
World weary
Experience equals
That of a
Vietnam Vet
Faced many a bullet
But we at the convent
Had to endure
Nurse Ratched

If every word I scribbled,
Made you a little close to me.
I would be writing on your lap,
Not far across the seven seas.

Not with a vision,
That's getting blurred,
In the peak of every night.

Not with an ink,
That's drying,
Trickling through time.

Hoped,
To finish what I started,
And walk into sth new.

But destined,
To crippled down in pieces,
Before I could write ,"you".

I am sitting on your fading Utopia,
Dispersed in the Saturn's rings,
My home,
Your cold shoulder.

No need for permission,
You love the grenade's smell.
The rage,
The bullets,
Penetrates -
I  am wounded but sacred.

Fleed from your captivity,
But I am still a part of you
I will carry my broken limbs,
Disjoining, to find sth new.

A concrete tomb,
I will make it my home.
My body can rot,
Sprinkle perfume,
To hid the truth.


Hid in the creeks,
Hid under the moon.
But will never  divulge,
To your utopia's rule.