To sleep to sleep one needs ones sleep
How a body needs its rest at best
But my soul at night decides to travel so
And pass ever so far away another test

Dreams are but dreams but austral trips
Has one wake tied and needing sleep more
We sleep to rest and to rest at best  however
Souls travel speed of thought to another shore

I blamed awhile the fan blowing what we exhale
Carbon dioxide not good to breath at any time
There must be ventilation open windows oxygen
Flowing through room fresh and pure ever fine

But then I wake memories of where I've not been
For when the body rests it travels far far away
Often due to this it brings back poetry and song
Of things of tomorrow things of distent yesterday

The best inventions with soul gifted intentions
Have over time come back when it does return
But to rest to reat a body needs to pass a test
As the candle of life continues so to burm

Oh over active soul you educate a mind from afar
As within it expects the best to do the things we do
It has such ongoing energy wisdom found in travel
But a body needs its rest at best to carry on its true

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

SAME STORY  DIFFERENT BOOK

I feel more and more of late that its true
This pope sugested one religion for all not few
A plan to depopulize the planst more so to be
Get rid of all the ill aged and start a new

Religion being the earths largest ever crime
Being wealthiest of all bleed poor every dime
Not a Government game to face the very facts
Still bowing to man created who don't pay tax

No concideration of our earth planet home
Blaming climate change right to its very bone
But nature it will even this very actual score
Natures climate change will be again even more

Its true as said the meek will inherit earth
And those with greed will know of its worth
Predicted long ago all churches they will fall
Nostradaus quoted being every one and all

Wealth will be quick silver running into sand
There will be no religious supply and demand
The planet will take back all it ever did own
Then back to basics this very earth our home

Six times earth wiped clean thus far ever true
And a million or so years later started a new
Their one religion with civilizations under seas
Then climate changes again new winds new breeze

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Oh many call themselves Aussiepoet
But theres only ever been one
Registered started writing at 16
Now 76 and more to write be done

Of life as it was is and mostly will be
Has more on file than any ever written
Not just of aussie humor it goes on
Or a bushy on a log and got bitten

Of life the lonely our planet nature
Of this life being a class in a school
Of those that learn as lifes candles burn
Of many today still greed hearts of a fool

Of all the little things that matter so
Of being able to look deeply ever within
Of endless religions politics shallow minds
Who hypocritically invented a word called sin

Of country & outback of oringinal Aussies too
Who had it for thousands of years blood & tears
A **** site worst than many today ever knew

The first mostly un-known still Aussiepoet
Writing has been his entire life to date
Of love making love giving love hand in glove
The endless who'll all should know never too late

And despite all his own have labeled him so often
He has all a man could ask for in any form
To be loved by one who loves him endlessly
As he realizes there will be yet anoth dawn

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

SITTING OUT ON THE PORCH

I was just sitting out on the porch
My life running through my mind
Guess that it's not all over for me yet
More sadnesses than happy I find

Lived my entire life without family
Them more interested in money true
Myself I guess I spent too long alone
Inside their homes I really never knew

Their lives all beat the Jones it seemed
I simply treated all in life the very same
I watching dad live and die heart broked
But always had time to heal others pain

He raised little sister and I almost alone
The older ones before never cared no way
My mother could be the best of the best
And the worst of the very worst on any day

When she was home it was very soon to be
I got belted with anything she could find
As she was home and wanting to leave again
With more good times only on her mind

Dad just kept the peace best he could do
But he was not game to cross her mental way
She knew every guy that made big money then
We grew without a mother mostly dare I say

And I went to school with welts all over me
No authorities were there back then to prevent
The screams as a child the neighbors all heard
Her having whats known now as shitsaphrenia bent

I'd sit out on the porch writing poetry of sorts
To keep myself as one could say somewhat sane
Listening to my dad crying after he tucked us in
Me .... In bed praying for natures music the rain..

terrence michael sutton
copyright ( then 1947 ) 2018
TRUE

Missing the last bus after show
Deciding to walk on home-
Taxi's all booked up so they say
So it's off towards home alone-
Raining , foggy , shiny streets
Not too many lights that glow-
Streets cobble stones and narrow
Wet from rain and melting snow-
Souls on corners alone they stand
One here one over there-
Alone and backs to walls of brick
In the fog and dampest air-
Looking so like shadows on a wall
Or all trying to do same-
Waiting there for God knows what
There being as if nothing to explain-
Hats all pulled down lower still
Collars way up high-
Coats almost to the ground
All dark and black color of night sky-
One carries onward and forward going
With ears still open wide-
Wondering what they could be doing
As if holding walls up without pride-
Standing there alone in night air
Darkest part of night-
As if trying to be invisible
Or frightened of daylight-
Midnight statues here and there
One soon passes this place-
Of motionless souls of as if stone
All with hidden signs of face-

( a true story )

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

Every magic mont is as good as we care to make it ..
The shape of the mountains determined by the tree ..Every cloud by the wind and the breeze ..The shape of our lives determined by others .. By friends family and by magic lovers ..By those that cature our hearts and our minds ..Not a lot is our faulyt you'll honestly find .. terrence michael sutton   copyright 1988 .. I ADORE POETRY AND I ADORE THIS SITE and it's writers ..

The man who knows not
But knows not that he knows not
Is a fool ....Shun him~
The man who knows not
And knows he knows not
Is a student ...... teach him~
The man who knows
But knows not that he knows
Is asleep ..... awaken him~
But the man who knows
And knows that he knows
Is a teacher.......Learn from him~

AUTHOR UNKNOWN ..
I came across this as a young man
and have kept it since ..

THE TRAVELING LIFELONG BUSH POET
AFTER THIS
By Terrence michael Sutton, www.PoetryPoem.com/aussiepoet    

AFTER THIS
I don't know if it makes others feel at ease
But re an experience I had once it's true..
When comes the time to move up the line
There is someone we knew waiting for you..
We here and now are spirits deeply within
But being in a material world here and now..
Those spirits need to be in a material body
To do the things it needs to do somehow..
This now class upon earth is a material class
And it's here that us as spirits function true..
To learn and experience the basics of it's life
Of right wrong , of real true love right through..
But after it's time to later cross over that line
No body of any material form is needed there..
The spirit there can function without one at all
And comes a feeling that's beyond compare..
I died once due to as they call it an NDE
And no way I wanted at all to in any way return..
But not being my time I was told to go back
As my material candle had further yet to burn..
My own father met me and he said to me then
That he'd be there waiting for me on that day..
And that he himself would meet me in that place
Take my very hand and there he'd show me the way..
So when we go or pass on from this class as we do
There is always a loved one we knew to take our hand..
And show us where it is we are going to in time
To a place and a feeling ever so wonderfully grand..
However we hang around for awhile here in spirit
To check on only how those left behind are here..
To try and comfort them as best in spirit we can
Those we loved and loved us with feelings sincere..
When in the next class of spirit only we find our way
To once again see those we missed so dearly then..
And they will welcome us all of them so happily
As time there is not the time we knew back when..
So worry not as they there can see our tears
And would rather us know that they are fine..
There is no religion there all are ever so simply one
There in a place where back here we'd call divine..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2016







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We've been hearing noises in our roof
Dad thought it could be bats~
Mum said we've just moved in
It could well be rats~
So dad got up to take a look
And you would never guess~
He found two little possums
And my goodness what a mess~
There was little bits of chewed up veggies
And some cores of apples too~
Little pieces of pumpkin skin
And dried up crusts of bread more than a few~
They must have been really well fed
For they wasted so much it seems~
And all the time that they were busy
I was away deep in my dreams~
But my dad he caught the both of them
And blocked up where they got in~
Tonight it will be quiet mum said
There will be no din~
Dad let them go out among the trees
And boy did they scramble high~
As they both climbed up the highest tree
Away up towards the sky~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1981

Its been the way its been for simply years
Man responsible for everyones tears
Hes the man the one without fears
His debt to earth so deep in arrears

Now we have one more to as if save all
Without any idea of a coming fall
Its heartbreaking all his own call
Already shown life the door end of hall

To know look back far and our now
And the answer of future is mans sow
I'd give my life to be wrong this I vow
Its just a matter of time as it will allow

So many deciples follow them in a line
Earth could have been forever so divine
Religions and man playing god ever fine
Earth five times destroyed sixth unsublime

The meek will inherit earth words of man
Speaking for god as man works his plan
Wealth and greed his heart all demand
Soon once more earths fire burning sand

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terrence michael sutton  
copyright 2018

LOOKING WITHIN

Untapped reality
Newness in undiscovered form~
Captivating charisma
Beauty to shame the perfect dawn~
Loveliness from well within
The personality we seldom ever see
Perfection at its finest
Giving birth to its rightful destiny~
To have so many more look within
At what we've so often missed~
At the magic,the love,the values
The lips of being that are seldom kissed~
The surprise of one so lovely within
To feel that someone can see whats there~
What it is that lives within so priceless
And as innocent and pure as mountain air~
This natural being in such a way
Has for years escaped the eyes of man~
As the outer shell , the bodies perfection
Has mostly been the daily plan~
Special and so needed feelings within
That should be all noticed and known~
Upon our beautiful and only home planet
Where winds such as these have rarely blown~
So many shy and so deeply beautiful
And so innocent in their own way~
Have such wonderful feelings of love and positivity
They never place out on display~
So much has never been known of so many
As seldom we look deeply within~
At the person , the entity , the being , the soul
That lives beneath the skin~..

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 1988 .

Deep within a far away tropical forest
Was where I found upon that day~
The most beautiful of natural carpets
Beyond compare come what may~
Tallest trees still and of used to be
Covered with natures moss of time~
Only nature could ever dare
Create such a beautiful sight sublime~
I stood in silence and total amazement
At what nature it could do~
If left alone in natural time
To create such magnificence it is true~
I felt as if I should not even walk
Upon such a heavenly place~
As every inch of it was a masterpiece
To as much mark it I felt would be a disgrace~
I crept as light as possible
As I made my gentle way~
And took ever so many mental photographs
In the form of memories of that day~
Life their was abundantly so
But so small and mostly out of sight~
Shadows hung and wild birds sung
As I imagined this sight within moonlight~
Mosses every shape and size and shade
Of the color green there was to see~
The silence there in dampest air
Spoke it's opinion to there me~
To leave without disturbing at all
And set this aged perfection free~
Years of growth and years of time
It took to create and to simply be~
A place that had not been visited
And had remained so for the longest time~
I left the way I had come in
And took with me only a memory ever so sublime~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

This planets  appointed as if rulers
For longer than I care to reflect upon
Have been and are doing my head in
Too much of same brain strain is wrong

One a peace of mind existed in daily lives
Parents took children on picnics fishing
By a tranquil river sitting under a shade tree
Such things today for endless just more wishing

I find it hard to come to terms with parents
Who from birth teach children so to hate
I feel badly that even as a child I knew of
Some way happier times all gone too late

And on news every day come what ever may
Thousands die many children among them too
All because some spoiled brat decided in life
To rule the world once a joke now very true

I remember going rabbiting with mates of mine
Fishing as well in some as if special private spot
All gone now with greed wealth negative attitudes
Only those as old as I have almost long forgot

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

OOPS  .. OH WELL ..

You walked out of the shower no towel
I dropped my camera on the floor
Click  click  click  click on it went
And then click a few times more

What do you think your doing she said
I told her I dropped my camera on the floor
As she bent  to pick it up just then and
It  clicked away a few more for sure

I took it off her and put it away in its sack
Good thing I have another one put away
Its an expensive piece of camers too
I'll remove that battery later come what may

A camera with a mind of its own I think
I said it might not work now anyway
As it got completely soaken wet for sure
I kicked it under the bed and there to stay

Grabbed a bottle of wine to save some time
I could hear it under there clicking still
My goodness if you buy a new camera mate
Make sure its not a lifelong battery and a will

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

A bloke from way down in the city
As far away from the outback as one could get~
Decided to go try life in the outback
And took a job as a para vet~
It was away out on a distant remote cactus farm
In the middle of heaven knows only where~
And they only had a few hundred sheep n cattle
And they didn't need much care~
All the blokes that worked there
Had almost been there for always~
And had not been off this farm
For forever and thirty days~
One of the blokes said he felt ill
And they were just so far out back~
So when he keeled over on the job
They made a hospital in an empty shack~
The para vet then he decided that
He could do the job on him~
And got a few tools from the workshop
Not to operate would be a sin~
They thought he might have a gall stone
Well that's what the para vet he thought~
One thought he might have a fur ball
As he did like sheep but was never caught~
So they put him to sleep with home brew
And then went inside of him to see~
The para vet and a few farm workers
Who were as handy as could be~
They found a few bits and pieces in there
Of what they never had a clue~
So they did not look too useful
And they cut them out it's true~
They cut off a few small loose bits
That was hanging loose here and there~
And then stitched him up with baling twine
And a bag needle with care~
When he woke up they told him that
He really ought to rest~
So they decide he needed somewhere peaceful
They thought the hay shed would be best~
A few hours later in the afternoon
He came walking funny down the track~
Half dressed with a shovel handle under his arm
And looking rather slack ~
How ya feeling now old buddy they said
He said I am not really sure~
I feel rather empty inside
And I can't walk correctly any more~
So they had a look and there it was
They'd sown the top of his legs together~
So they convinced him he'd be fine but
He'd have to change his name to heather~
Next thing he heard the strangest tune
Deep from within side of him it's true~
And when the para vet found he'd lost his mobile phone
He did not know just what to do~
So they told him not to worry but
That the battery would run down soon~
and to in the meantime
Just get used to the tune~
So if ya see a bloke out there walking funny
Don't worry he's just fine~
But if he decides to kick the bucket
That blasted Mobile phone is mine~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

No matter where I go to
I'll always come back
No-matter what how or when
I'll walk again that bush track

I was born there and raised there
Before I got on the longest road
A poet a song writer A singer am I
My life's education no real load

I am still captain of my own soul
Although Australia not as I once knew
Away back when I was born long ago
but it all's in my blood it's true ..

No matter where I go to
I'll always come back
No-matter what how or when
I'll walk again that bush track

I was born there and raised there
Before I got on the longest road
A poet a song writer A singer am I
My life's education no real load

I am still captain of my own soul
Although Australia not as I once knew
Away back when I was born long ago
but it all's in my blood it's true ..

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Oh what I ask can any say
To leaders of earth today
As games of rule they play
Nature will have its say

So imature they are true
Realize not of what they do
Earth our home right through
Stupidity rules within a few

End of day nature karma too
Will take care of likes of you
Trauma you give to all its true
While claiming greatness as you do

But after all nature will have won
You will live regret of all you;ve done

Sadly the innocent suffer by your hand
Your insistance ego ignorant and demand
Lives you've taken and more yet too
As you turn love into nothing but sand

Deaf to wisdom foresight life to be
Your ego greatness self praise free
Endless have died dying suffering so
Uncaring unknowing nature does'nt agree

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

This is a poem that I have had for as long
as I can remember given to myself from my
very own grandmother as a cut out from a
newspaper when I was a child .
It is Author Unknown ..
Not one I wrote myself .
I would love to know who had
indeed written it .  Dated time of Titanic ..

TO BEGIN AGAIN

It takes a lot of courage
It calls for strngth to mind~
To make a new beginning
And leave the past behind~
To build upon the ruins
And dream another dream~
To set forth in the dakness
Towards a distant gleam~
To suffer many losses
Yet faithful to remain~
To rise above disaster
And then begin again~
Life's ending today but there
can be a new tomorrow with
faith and trust in your heart .

Author Unknown

MAKING  BREAD

The best bread to eat is yours
The bread you make at home
An oven a tray mix mix dough
At home on your very own

A few eggs flower raisins too
I add a handful of oats for grain
Throw in what you like it to be
Better fine day without any rain

Self raising flower maybe some yeast
Chopped bacon goes real well its true
Test with spike to see if cooked inside
Set it going have then a cupper or two

In the Aussie bush they call it a damper
You'll have bread  to last and it does too
Try it when its done hot with butter on
Better off making several or even a few

Goes well with a cup of hot tea refreshing
And cheaper than any store bought bread
If you like wax paper pan bottom no sticking
Then cover with syrup or honey instead

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

A night bird cries as it flies on by
As if it knows the secret we keep so
Must have heard a groan soft and low
Along with music playing in moon lit glow

Snowed in but no care we have a week
And nothing but loving so to speak
I guess later things might spring a leak
And loss of controle to reach it's peak

Been a year since I last ever flew home
Covered in warmest fragrented oils us alone
Doors locked off the hook is  the phonei
Big sign out font of door nobody is at home

Dogs on guard down stairs on duty always
Snoozing inside front door one ear up for praise
Your mum and dad  over seas Just us two alone
In attic high and dry  but for oils a long lost bone

Intence abandon and things as we'd prayed before
Intangled in love and pure ecstasy as we both adore
The fragrance of love seduduces our hearts our minds
Two souls now one with the purest of love of all kinds

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Long ago the earth a burning ball
Cooled as nature works with time
Slowly nature forming changes here
Endless unknown changes ever fine

Over such a time nature had its way
Man the lesser life form thus to be
Slowly man imagined he was more
Developing his inbuilt within ordacity

All else enjoyed all of natures gifts
Exepting all that nature it had done
Man began thinking he knew better
Making his own changes since he begun

The more he grew the more changes too
Not aware of damages he was doing so
Having endless natures gifts lessened
Feeling better than nature he'd know

All this time later he now blames nature
For so much more with vivid imagination
Now as well dare I tell his own karma
Has arrived as man has failed examination

terrence michael sutton    
copyright  2018

Mournful quires how they can sing
Away out upon the most deserted land~
Away out into the deserts vast
Silence hauntingly sings across the sand~
An endless landscape onward spreads
Where there's nobody to be found~
To be caught our here is to know fear
So burning hot the ground~
Silence sings its mournful song
Like a quire of sheer warning~
To stay too long is to die
And so the winds carry the quire of mourning~
The nights they are as cold as cold
The days hotter than one can bare~
Not a place to love with grace
To go one better had prepare~
No water to be found around
Only naturals survive~
And then with fright they appear at night
In order to live there and stay alive~
Not a place to be in a sandy sea
Most of all if your alone~
The desert plays games with ones mind
Having wish you'd stayed at home~
And all the while for every day,night and mile
The quire of silence sings~
From dawn all day to morning it sounds it's warning
As the hottest sun it stings~
The singing of the silence
Can send a man insane~
All in a short while and for every mile
To leave this place never to go again~
So many can tell of stories so well
Of very near not ever coming home~
No such thing as luck if out there your stuck
And left there to survive alone~
Best is to know of it and thus survive
Never allowing it your soul to thus own
As within it can a thousand spirits ride
Ignoring it can see you ever safely home

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

If I were a kite in this life
Your very love would be my thermal of air~
If I were a fire set to burn
Your very love would be my match~
If I were a vehicle of any kind
Its only your love that would be my fuel~
If I was to ever need encouragement
Only your love would be my very motivation~
If I ever need one only ingrediant to thrive upon
It could ever only be your love~
If I was to tell of the one reason I live
I would say in all honesty that only your love
Could ever take me to where I wished to go
And only the lack of it could ever destroy me ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

After the earth had already been wiped clean
Five times before billions of years after  we came
Man way more interested in past than future
Once more a lost civilization man alone to blame

My own soul has told me if it all of what it knows
Once more to come we the longest time ago
And from a place still above his comprehention
He'll ask how was I back then suppose to know

Sadly badly it shall be once more be the same
Life a most precious gift we allow equals to rule
I've no doubt within my very mind woman will
Be the last remaining soul using a rock as a stool

Mans sexist racism egotisticle war loving attitudes
With half a brain he can look back this to see
But like achild bold he cannot be at all told
Cutting all just above ground and still up the tree

Families only wanting peace of mind to find
I fear not myself lived my life but children dying
Brain washed many all by religions politics
So many innocent heartbroken and crying

Nobody takes uncountable wealth with them
Not when comes the time oxygen is no more
And they'll blame their god from deep in sod
When they alone karma visits them for sure

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

My Friend.. Written by Maxine Lawler

A Poem a young lady wrote about myself
a long time ago ..

He only knew me through the words I wrote
That's how others would only see~
They would not understand the importance
Of what he really means to me~
Dreams are now coming true
Thanks to a distant friend across the miles~
An open mind a caring heart
He makes my world full of smiles~
Ive never really been so very open
Until his letter came that day~
He was like an angel sent
To help me upon my way~
A new found friend a *** of gold
Brighter than the rainbow color~
He's perfection inside my heart
So special like no other~

Written By Maxine Lawler
copyright 1990

( If your out there little one .. I do sincerely
hope that you are still as happy and well )
Your friend Always ..
Terry .

HUMANS SIMPLY NEVER LEARN

How they say we humans mostly make the same mistakes
Doing things the same always expecting all to be better yet
The very reason endless civilizations are no more around
Instead of contentment natures creations game and set

Flowers bloomed the same a million years ago as now
The ever needed sunshine the moon stars always same
But along comes humans all knowing dunces in pointy hats
Wanting to be known as the most brilliant without a brain

We need oxygen grow more trees need happiness make love
Take away the .. Look at me I'm god upon earth ..human suicide
We'er here to learn to be one since first days of moon and sun
Or the horse of yet another planet destruction we all get to ride

Forget all the .. I Know The Way .. And be simply what we are
Take away all the latest rules of life just love one another that be
Basicly we all are what we were created to be like land and sea
We could all go back centuries and still be ahead so very far

My own father used to say .. Want the fire to burn my mate
He'd take a deep breath .. Then leave the ****** thing alone
But no theres always one kid in every class in school that feels
I'm a born again genius stuff common sense I might just go home

Well theres endless on earth that knows how this story it goes
And we allow these brain dead knowit all to run our earth
When all we have to do is to become one love each other
But they feel theres no money in doing that or any worth ..

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

A knock upon my door quiet late
A very upset angel standing there
Can I talk with you awhile asked
Yes sure come in pull up a chair

My partners gone to see his mistress
I found out about it not that long ago
I'm angry upset sad and bewilded
Not sure what to do feel badly its so

I living now alone in my own home
I said well first you get rid of that
Go grab a gew things then come back
By morning you'll be fine thats a fact

Comes back takes a shower has a wine
Then has a few more feeling better
Whats good for goose good for gander
She said dressed only in an old sweater

By morning all was feeling wonderful
Vowed to let him unknowing have his way
What he does'nt know won't hurt him
Now all is just fine come whatever  may

( as I was told )

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

WAIT  A  MINUTE  I  HAVE  ME

I was feeling ever so lonely
Not a real friend I could see
And then it hit me and I knew
Wait a minute .. I have me

The only soul thats never lied
The one I could trust with life
The one who's never let me down
Regardless come the worst strife

The one I've spent my life with
Never took advantage of me at all
And when I needed a hand that one
Answered every single urgent call

When I needed help that one alone
Was there for me in every way
No matter the situation every time
I could depend on that one to stay

That one will always be my friend
When others could not be found
I have this one for all my life
Has always been there for me around


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

One More Reason To Believe

( If only we KNEW instead of just
  believed .. And never just had
  MANS word and HIS book ..Life
  would be by far less stressfulfor all )

One more reason to believe
In the one we trust~
One more reason to believe
Now ..For their sakes and ours we must~
Many reasons now we have
To thank him for being there~
He helps us all in every way
His love beyond compare~
Now he has one more of us
And one day it will be me~
I will have learned all I needed to learn
And then from this classroom I ll be free~
I then will see the very sight
Of those I love so but have died~
And then I ll know all is calm
And that needless tears Ive cried~
He loves me and I love him
And there's not a doubt that , that's true~
For we all know deep inside that he s there
He s there for me .. He s there for you ~
so rest assure that they are now fine
And if they could tell you they would say~
Never been so whole and so loved
And I ll be waiting for you on the day~
One more reason to believe
In the one we trust~
One more reason to believe
For all our sakes we must~.

Terrence Michael Sutton  
copyright 1980

I saw a little bunny , It looked so funny
As it hopped around in the morn~
The grass was wet , I got as close as I could get
So very early in the dawn~
It was only a baby , All alone and maybe
It could have lost its way~
I wished there all alone I could take it home
It looked so all alone that day~
I then stood where I sat and it saw my hat
And hopped further and further away~
No more was the bunny that looked so funny
No more did the funny bunny play~
Its eyes were big , Its ears were long
Its tail a little ball of fluff~
It had cute little feet so short and so neat
And its coat was as furry as a buff~
It hopped all around without a sound
As it played there in the early morn~
The grass was so wet , I got as close as I could get
So very early in the dawn~
A rather fat little bunny that looked so funny
Oh , I never will forget~
The very way I saw it play
How Id love one for a pet~  

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1982

If you had any idea at all ... at all
How your being my dearest friend
How your very being in my life
Has become my hearts sincerest trend

Gives me reason thus to dance in trance
Has me feel that I could really take wing
And has me feel as if I could fly so high ..
With all to my very heart that you bring

My heart it thrills no falls no spins no sins
Seems I cannot remove this full time smile
Instead of walking I almost skip its true
The feelings within my heart thrill in style

Always please do this to my heart so full
I've never felt this way before in my life
My heart strings you pull my hearts so full
Happiness has replaced all memories of strife

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

All the main world leaders brothers one
Been woring on it for simply ages now
They'er trying not to let it be known
But slowly happening and to it they bow

Reducing the world population by endless
The old mentally ill the pooer and the lot
Up the wealthy down with the rest that be
Becming one ridding the world every spot

They say making peace my foot friends for years
Making life harder for all over time the plan
Country leaders becoming one every day
The real honest truth is just another yam

Only those not blind can see it happening
All the rest of the battlers well might as be
getting harder every day for all upon earth
Except the richest of the worls be they wealthy

The big picture is hard to hide for God on earth
But they let little bits show more every day
Oh this man bringing countries together as one
Wake up read the writing on the wall come what may

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

https://youtu.be/rjkrjYitgeA

All that and more ..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

The Singing Of silence


Mournful quires how they can sing
Away out upon the most deserted land~
Away out into the deserts vast
Silence hauntingly sings across the sand~
An endless landscape onward spreads
Where there's nobody to be found~
To be caught our here is to know fear
So burning hot the ground~
Silence sings its mournful song
Like a quire of sheer warning~
To stay too long is to die
And so the winds carry the quire of mourning~
The nights they are as cold as cold
The days hotter than one can bare~
Not a place to love with grace
To go one better had prepare~
No water to be found around
Only naturals survive~
And then with fright they appear at night
In order to live there and stay alive~
Not a place to be in a sandy sea
Most of all if your alone~
The desert plays games with ones mind
Having wish you'd stayed at home~
And all the while for every day,night and mile
The quire of silence sings~
From dawn all day to morning it sounds it's warning
As the hottest sun it stings~
The singing of the silence
Can send a man insane~
All in a short while and for every mile
To leave this place never to go again~
So many can tell of stories so well
Of very near not ever coming home~
No such thing as luck if out there your stuck
And left there to survive alone~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright ( 2007 )  2018

OH  BIRD  UPON HIGH YOUR SILENCE SPEAKS
VOLUMES N A WORLD OF USELESS SCREAMS
I TRY TO ESCAPE THE NOISE COMBINED
AND DRIFT A LAND OF OLDEST DREAMS

I ADORE THE NIGHTS WHERE ALL IS QUIET
TO GIVE MY OVER WORKED MIND A REST
I'M WAY PASSED THE CONSTANT OITCH OF ALL
YOUR SILENCE HOW IT WORKS MY MIND THE BEST

REASON I SUPPOSE I SPENT MUCH TIME ALL ALONE
BY CHOICE NOT BY WORLD LIKE THIS DAYS NEED
WE ALL COULD HAVE SURVIVED BETTER LONG AGO
WITHOUT TODAYS ALWAYS ONGOING CONSTANT GREED

I LONG AGAIN TO SLEEP AS A CHILD OF NATURE
FAR AWAY FROM ALL ACTIVITY OF THE HUMAN RACE
WHERE ONLY YOU DO FLY SO SILENTLY HIGH
AND PEACE OF MIND TO THUS EMBRACE

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

A   BEAUTIFUL  PREGNANT WOMAN
                         ( In Australia )
A beautiful within attractive pregnant woman
Her partner decides to end it all right then
With the blunt end of an ax killed her and baby
Jailed for life fed clothed taught a trade till when
If a dog bights a child on any day they shoot it
This angels life is over her family suffer always
Bring back the electric chair rope or needle
An eye for an eye in religious books it says
Me , I'd tie him to a tree on an ants nest
Pour honey all over him just to be kind
Sit back if I was her family with a wine
Allow him to suffer as they heart and mind
Everybody knows right from wrong in life
If not happy he could have walked away
Put these mongrels out of their missery
Capital punishment for these crimes to pay
Don't any talk to me of forgiveness and love
Religions tried it on Jesus as he didn't agree
With their holier than thou as if once cross
No talk of forgiveness for these crimes to me

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

We live our lives doing always as taught
Following a given from birth set of rules
And only few ever do wander from there
Never activate wildest sensations like mules

Comes a time a little extra wine a stop over
During a longest flight a night time to bight
A place that you've never been in life before
Alone you thought to sleep some over night

Another passenger doing same time to blame
Says want to **** an hour or two no fun alone
Strangers but pleasant company who knows
You attend making yourself  next door at home

The whole trip  being a weary one now half way
Each knowing not of the other not that caring
A little wine with nicest things to enjoy chewing
You think time for a little time out a little sharing

Who's to tell there to enjoy not in any way dwell
Relaxation needed time to pass no explanation
Taking advantage of what could be a chance divine
What the hell could just be your wildest sensation

Proving to be as a volcano lava running ever slow
All vibrating as an earthquake poetry in motion
Allowing a stop over to be all of that and more
A time to move in the timing of swells on ocean

One's wildest sensation presenting it's self slowly
And being all you imagined it to be and even more
Still to get a good nights sleep after all said and done
A personal best stop over like waves washing the shore


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

She Was ...

MY MUM ..

She was the best of the best
And the worst of the worst~
She traveled all over
And quenched every thirst~
When somethen was over
She d move on agen~
And only return
When and if she got the yen~
She d say what she thought
And nomatter to whom~
One could never miss her
Even in a crowded room~
She d do as she pleased
And no matter what~
She was always herself
If they liked it or not~
Full of surprises
And one could never guess~
What wonderful things
She d make out of a mess~
When one thought they had her
They never had her at all~
Come rain or come shine
She always had a ball~
She lived her life to the limit
Come day or come night~
And when she made a statement
She was usually right~
She could dance she could love
She could see in the dark~
One vibrant woman
Who was always a spark~
She left no stone unturned
Missed nothen at all~
Nomatter who ever downed her
She always stood tall~
Everyone loved her so
And they hated her too~
That was everyone she met
And that was more than a few~
She spread so much laughter
And thrived on pure hell~
Nobody ever forgot her
They all knew her too well~
She could take anything on
And just as easy throw it away~
And go on regardless and
Live well another day~
She was all that she said she was
So she d say with pride~
She could welcome you home
And just as easy cast you aside~
There was more to this woman
Than anyone ever knew~
She could tell you a lie
And prove it was true~
She d play out a fantassy
And make it become real~
She had her own charisma
Never ever hid how she d feel~
She could sing like an angel
And then steal your heart~
and once she had gotten it
She d rip it apart~
Nobody ever owned her
She was her own soul~
She could act like a child
Or a woman so very old~
In her life she lived several lifetimes
And lived them all well~
She had her own brand of religion
And rang her own bell~
Everyone that knew her
They never ever knew why~
She could make so very happy
And then give you reason to cry~


Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright First written 1964 ..

Each and ever memory in its own form
Have their own true stories so to tell
They give on sight telapathic vibes
Of the experiences they lived so well

We see them every day around in life
And their stories we can as if hear
As they still live to tell us of a time
Their stories ever real and to them dear

Lessons we can all still learn from them
Of things in time gone by we never knew
All to be heard by souls that stop to listen
Of memories many stories ever real and true

Be so great at times to simply completely forget
Of somethings that haunt your very soul of a day
A song even a flower something somebody says
One wishes at times they's just go away

We all so often just walk past upon at a time
And do not stop to take in the stories then told
To listen to what these memories have all to say
Of away back then in their days of so old.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

Everybody crying the bush fire delibersately lit
They never think natures a fire bug as well
Two limbs rubbing together in a strong wind
Throwing out beer bottles the sun hot as hell

Flipping a cigarette out the car window too
On a hot day I've seen eggs fry on a rock
In Australia birds bring glass to build a nest
Theres more natural fires started than'd shock

Built up piles of grass over years get so hot
Ever stuck your hand in lawn clippings old
And yet they look for someone to blame
Of the negatives of nature never to be told

An old bit from a horses bridle in the grass
On a hot day cannot be picked up no way
Why do they think a crow bar never laid down
Insread of stood up upon any working day

Endless natural reasons fires started due to heat
Try walking bare footed in outback sand I say
Too many people that do not know anything
The sun and nature can ignite on any given day

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Theres a brand new data trend happening
Its a brain storm all upon its very own
All these browsers and sites and places
Collect your data for profit to the bone

Well the new trend is feed the mongrels
Tell them the greates loads of un-cut lies
Let themthink the entore world is crazy
Untill from laughter one of them dies

Give them all the garbage you can imagine
Theres image sites one can create selfies too
A One eyed and four legged husband  and
How you sleep hanging from trees like bats do

How you found a way to  turn back time for real
By eating snakes alive as it has you dance so well
They want data give them data heaps by the ton
That you have dogs that eat investigators do tell

That you just dropped from the sky born again
Arrived with the real secret to life and its not nice
That hell is hot and heavens as cold could ever be
That when you die take bourbon theres lots of ice

While you were being born again you heard news
A heavenly spirit told you have fun as its soon over
He had on a shirt that had on it in big print to read
Times short better get busy love everyone in the clover

Tell all not to tell a soul its all secret religious data true
Asked Jesus when hes coming back said man thats funny
He almost lost it laughing of religions and their wars
We don't have wealth up here so no money sorry no honey

Thet want data so give then data by the truck loads full
They'll give unempoyed hackers a full time job for sure
All the browsers and IT wowsers pumping data bowsers
All the satilites bumping into each other as to find out more

Comedians all then collecting data  by the volume as well
The chat sites could join as one discrimonation out the door
Racist egotiscacles sexists screaming whats left to protest
Things are no way fun as once upon a time thats for sure

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

MUM ALWAYS SAID

My Mum always told me when down within the garden
Never **** or harm the Hornets reason why
The Hornrts **** the Waspsand Wasps **** Bees
If no Bees you've got no garden garden will die

To learn companion growing some together some not
Not all plants get along as one  lots like life
Keep the weeds down they are so greedy taking over
A little work in the garden a lot thus saved strife

When buying a plant in a *** split *** down the side
Cut half an inch off the bottom and plant it that way
When the plant grows larger then you can easily
So easy to just take the *** it was in throw it away

Plants suffer *** to ground shock this way grows better
In the same soil it was in when you bought it first
Dampen it never soak it the plant will tell you
When it is really in need of moisture and has thirst

The best gardens covered with a green mesh high
Lowering the heat on a very hottest type of day
Prevents and protects from heaviest rain pounding
Your plants will thus thank you with a grand display

Bearded Iris and bulb flowers love the morning sun
However they too like shelter from heat later on
You take care of them and they'll thank you no end
As they all thus sing the happiest garden song

When its raining throw Epsom Salts on the lawn
It must be watered in as if not it will burn
And your lawns will then remain an Irish green
Gardens always need your utmost sincere concern

Flowering bushes like Camelias love it as well
Watered in aroung on ground of their roots below
Pansies violets and the likes of those like shade
Beautiful if planted in mass or old barrows its so

Even roses like after noon shelter from heat of sun
Sun and shade many a grand garden has been made
Some things adore the sun and not some others  
Happy plants and flowers always make the grade

Water gardens in the evenings stay wetter longer
Gently not full blast from garden hoses and tap
Geranuims love the sun dawn until day is done
So many colors and fragrents no doubting that


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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Religions are a business organization
Founded of greed thoughts soul controll
As the little innocent souls that be
Bring them money since days of old

Without the innocent input no religion
And wealth then goes out the window too
Imagine what one coin adds up to over all
Small donations for convinced fantasy true

Never them paing tax or feeling guilty for
Their contradictions lies and a few words
Like sin and fear and faith and believe
All of which known better by earths birds

Generations of souls born to as if follow
And to keep them right where they are
Once endless god reduced now to one
Their integrities would fit tight in a jar

The point being every soul born knows
Right from wrong when only one other
Is the reason they and you exist at all
Instead just worship your very own mother

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

That perfect place to sit and think
Your very personal home away from home
To sit and write or paint or think
A place all of your own

It has not got to be miles away
It might be closer than very near
A place that you can share with those
You love so very very dear

Ive a little track just down the back
That finds its way right through our corn
And it is leading to our river not too far
The nicest time there is just after dawn


The sand is soft and the water clean
It flows faster sometimes after rain
Its a peaceful place real close to home
On the other side a mountain to climb again

The rivers wide and in places deep
The softest breezes down there blow
its a special place of Godly grace
A place I really like to go

Theres a boat for crossing to other side
Theres fish to catch down there any time
Or to just sit and think some and enjoy
A wonderful special place to rest ones mind

At the end of a little track down the back
It begins only five minutes from my home
Lead to by a little track just down the back
A special tranquil place all of my own .

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

Always every day come what may
Strive to be happy inside outside too
Know your friends who are your friends
All sincerely deeply wish this for you

But live your life free of strife be proud
Always be open honest speak your mind
Those who are your friends will understand
Because they love you always you'll find

Be cheerful merry wear that smile always
Know you are admired for whom you are
And if any don't their problem not yours
Know that you were created to go far

Have yourself each day a beautiful day
Never be shy of anything in your day
Always walk that walk and talk that talk
Be all you can be in every single way

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

It was predicted ever so long ago
By one so few will ever understand
Born second of June back when
Never been wrong yet since sand

Many things he saw and wrote of
Many been and many yet to be
A soul with insight and of future
Since first birth of ocean and of sea

One thing he predicted being still
That 2018 year of earthquakes true
And this year is far from over yet
Preperation needed by all  through

We all living only on an earths crust
Way deeper below all hell is so alive
Time to think of all earthquakes course
If the human race is re this to survive

This planet thus unloved as it mostly is
And man playing god more so of late
With nature and karma working as one
Time man opened his mind re lifes last gate

terrence michaek sutton    
copyright  2018