Jumping is scary,
exhilerating,
and fun,
untill you fall,
shooting twards the ground,
you scream,
and close your eyes,
waiting for the pain
it should be sxrushaiting as you hit the cold hard ground,
you should be burning,
you should be crying.
but you're not.
becasue I cought you,
I told you that when you jumped,
I would be there to catch you.
I told you that when you jumped,
I would be there to catch you,
I would save you,
from the pain of falling.
You didn't believe me,
But now you do.
You know,
that I will never hurt you,
never make you cry,
and always catch you when you fall.

Shimmering limbs pour through the air behind my eyes
Hazy summer thoughts swim twards the lazy ceiling fan
Missing the cartwheels of your hair dripping prisms of lakeweed
Even the dazzle of your sunscreen smell

Come back soon, July.

Bubbles bobbing, balancing beneath solid, slick surfaces;
bewildered as to if they're to fall up or down.
"Up" makes the most sense one says to the other, do we not float?
"True", the other says, "we rush like white water twards the light."
"Our last glimpse of hope and freedom frozen before our eyes."
Spheres of air pearched precariously between two worlds.
Bubbles bobbing, balancing beneath solid, slick surfaces.

I wander all my days
Through the past of youth,  
Into the years of me a kid
And bleat with humor
At the death, that I can only be

And stumbled on a simple truth

That I am only man
And
Of justly thought

as i ever thought I'd be

To kick the habit and drown the pain
Of all of  course and just of course

And pushed the dark away.

So turn my gaze to now
to nevermind the past

For the cool and calm
is now my just design

For age now has awoken
And time has thusly spoken
and now i owe  to he

The change
The strange
Of what I saw

And that I will to be


In between the this and that
Of what I hope awaits

wanders chances
Hopes and ponders

Is the child
fool and free

So to the dark I gaze
The pool of empty time

That calls
Come now
I made the then
I see and do admire

And Not, a moment waist

For I am home again

From,
where I did come

From,
Of you no face

You of  never  age
And forever No, to rage

Made of dieing stars

From places not of mortal pain

Where the sun

has no domain

And the pulse and pressure in your chest
Tells you that is true
That the sky will never darken
With a  fight to now renew

So Do then ask again
Now Into the dark


That all the happy that you feel
With all the greivous pain

Do  you still  walk
with muscles spent

Twards dawn
To die again.

Suicide,  best suited for the inside. Plastic wrap laid down nice and neat. Its going to be a sweet little treat when my mother breaks through my locked door seing me lifeless in the floor. Im so glad you can adore me now after all the silence thats made me violent not twards others but myself my inside ate itself destroying itself with overthinking leading me to this dark place where my eyes will never open again ill never have to worry about this silent pain again..

Stick my head in kaleidoscope bucket
With zealous glee I lick and **** it
For she employs the morning glory
The grass now wet with dawning glow refracts
To capture that sensory attraction to the floral slit
Wafting in the tree
Why
Else
Would
My
Essence
Bee

Spitting out a sea of porous rosin
Into bough of nature’s pocket
Scurry homeward bound to soar
As Icarus the muppet
Drunk and flapping to the morning hue
A fugue of nectral revenue
Through hexagonal shaped avenue
With that binding grip it has on you and me

It shows if yellow fur is torn and marred
How the honey jar lies
For the fit working parts that make
This mechanical engine for sucrine sake
Externally flakey
At core a jubilant succulent disection
Built for an ursular day-dream
Decadent demise
Floured hands produce
Thy pollinous prize

Whilst Adorning sting  
Hostile pride promoting the imminent explosion
Pulsating preceeding the numbness that rushes
The red twards' hystemic vulcanic duct
Made of flesh
Oozing fresh yellow lava amidst a puddle of sweat
What a temporary pullava it seems

Meanwhile tiny size chackras become warped and starve
As the scent left on dependant wind
Promotes marvelous death to my comrades
Holding post-mortem to determine what underwent
Before abdomen tore in sacrificial repentance
To protect the important through the act of entropy
In the name of she

Regina
My matron
Re-dream her intonation
Has blessed the concept of sky
Through one thousand eyes the stripes I inherit
Manifest miraculous logic
To bring about merit in laborious action
A yellow and black faction
Working for commune to take shape
And bring about wake in our beautiful landscape
Resonant ripe with a balanced instruction
For the sake of achieving the feminine kind
Who gave light to us all

My brothers both lovers and warriors are told
We are a swarm of coerced souls
Devouring pockets of pure potential
Serving our karmic debt
The scene is set for hard work
As it hums with satisfaction

You can't be calm.,
And it draws me back inside.
You can't take in,
So you expell so much.
You won't accept,
so you create regret.
Im here asking for the same hand I gave you,
but your saying to me that's to much to hard.
Im trying to be calm,
But your persistence twards anger governs a response.
Im not trying to be distant,
But your not letting me be.
Im not trying to get away,
But you won't let me find calm.
I wanted to remain calm,
But you couldn't let me.
I wanted you to smile all day,
But instead you pushed me.
You want distance in your actions,
You want me to be gone with your anger.
So distance,
And im gone.

Um, I blamed it on having read my friend's dark piece.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXCVI)


Likeas a small child standing naked thence
Within the charred bits of a doorway, frail
As lo, thin wisps of smoke 'non drifting, pale
And silent twards grey heavns, where no voice hence
Replies but tis the shrieking call fr'intents
Of nary hawk nor gull, but whom avail
Them of burnt wreckage--lost upon that scale
Wi' but a des'late wilderness 'fore, whence?
They talk of some "new start."  I laugh in tour,
Yea, smile as if I'm ver'ly happy too,
Can fool myself like such is true, yet's poor.
I'm that wee child left 'fore this desert view,
Pretending all's sae fine as Death stalks fer
All that whate'er I'd cherished.  And what's new?

20Apr19b

( I WROTE THIS IN THE OLDEST ENGLISH OF LONG AGO )

Twas to be that thine alone twood stand
Twile moon and star and wind twood be~
Twen shiver twood endure thus so
Failing the likes of time and thee~
Shawled in stance beyond the brush
Two shadows the night produced~
And thy meeting became a meeting thus so
As oneness from twosome reduced~
Walketh thine twards yonder hut
Twere fire burnt there brightly~
Twas there alone twithin this home
Twood love exist so tightly~
Twen moon it slept and clouds they wept
Twith water from heaven it fell~
Holdest thine in arms entwined
And dwell in the home of hunters dell~
From a being of wealth ye came from thus
To a being of both fur and gun~
Twere true love could be forever free
Thus no more eyes of jest in fun~
Twas there that thine chose to be mine
Twen moon and star it shone on high~
Love twas then born as night owl yawned
To vow love till time to die ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 1977.

The spell check after my writing this will
malfunction but I wrote this after a long ago
traveling experience and it was so real and
so very long ago in oldest of English time ..
As I spent time where Shakespear lived ..

Twas to be that thine alone twood stand
Twile moon and star and wind twood be~
Twen shiver twood endure thus so
Failing the likes of time and thee~
Shawled in stance beyond the brush
Two shadows the night produced~
And thy meeting became a meeting thus so
As oneness from twosome reduced~
Walketh thine twards yonder hut
Twere fire burnt there brightly~
Twas there alone twithin this home
Twood love exist so tightly~
Twen moon it slept and clouds they wept
Twith water from heaven it fell~
Holdest thine in arms entwined
And dwell in the home of hunters dell~
From a being of wealth ye came from thus
To a being of both fur and gun~
Twere true love twould be forever free
Thus no more eyes of jest in fun~
Twas there that thine chose to be mine
Twen moon and star it shone on high~
Love twas then born as night owl yawned
To vow love till time to die ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988.