insides dead,
driftwood emotions,
oceans of regret.
swept under the waves.
Betterdays,
in the horizon.
Hard to find them
in the abyss
of bad habits
that i’ve inhabited.
Agoraphobic,
closed off,
like a treacherous day.
Doors locked,
subdued,
constant moods,
brooding storms in submarines,
under the weather
&
under the sea.
show me the coral reef,
of beautful feelings,
and creatures,
the features of life.
Evade me by day,
and escape me at night.
i can’t fathom the colloquial,
of the same old ****.
i’m down with my nothing,
and i’ll sink with the ship.

Man is evil ,
he stole from the tree ,
he ate from the orchard ,
the apple ,
the plum ,
the pear ripe ,
yet no fruit did it bear .

How he builds to his own Glory ,
Majesty power  .
How resplendent his works on the sea's ,
Andrews designs his workshops in the ghost of Brunel ,
' even God himself could not sink ,      
    this ship '

How proud am I that New Yorks lights may shine bright tonight .'


Faster and faster she sailed burning coal fires roared ,
pitch black smoke they roared ,
like an uncontrollable beast foaming at it's mouth ,
Child and mother and Father did not awake ,
or like cattle with rats left to their fate .

Nothing was spared for the great and the good ,
Oysters ,
French ice cream ,
Cream of Barley ,
Hors Doeuvie ,
Roast Duck and apple sauce .
lumps of ice on deck enter this cold spring dawn that could only bring death .

The wealthy sailed in boats that heard Angels cry ,
dolls and chairs ,
Kitchen pots and plates ,
mothers held their babies as salt waters swell .

Only the moon that night could ever give away it's secrets to it's starry hosts .
Children were tossed into sacks ,
then into nets pulled up into the Carpathias  ***** ,
Women wandered like lost souls looking for the're men as dawn broke so did the reality of their never ending night .


New Yorks lights shone bright that night ,
not for Titanics waters did they part ,
Pier fifty four greeted the survivors to such surprise .
The thousands that gathered with grief and questions in their eyes .
How many dead ? the death toll rise,
to this never ending night until the violin played and fell forever silent to the sea ,
nearer my God ,
yes nearer my God to thee .

All that remained the crashing of each wave ,
the Atlantic Ocean swollowed whole ,

Swollowed whole .

is now departing Waterloo please stand clear of the doors.'
Past Vauxhall , Queens town it rattles ,
Past ruins of mans grandure ,
Greek Theatres. Of Greek gods
Amphitheatres of Rome ,
Grand stair cases where Titanics. Good walked down ,
arm in arm to tea with Captain Smith .

Where Napolian crowned himself  , Empeorer ,
Placed a crown upon his head at Notra Dame is said .
A Kaiser rode with noble steed through Jeruselems ancient walls ,
he built an arch so all could see how grand ,
how great he was to all.
And we dream like kings , have manic dreams
and build monuments like pyramids in the sky.
Yet butterfly's can't hold them ,
Neither flys ,
Or mice or rats scurry by .
They crawl where man can't find them ,
Yet are there when they fall ,
and sickness and death shall take them,
and where insects crawl ,
Our bodies decay  ,
where sheep and goats don't mix ,
Shifted like  sands of time ,
To green fields or fire ,
by the great Shepheard King Jesus ,
Who died to save us all.

The human race  always searching space
Wasting endless money with their game
Yet deepest ever oceans things never seen
By the human race unknown still remain

Crearures largest than imaginations are
Of entities so massive live still far below
The very oceans they play in just for fun
Without a doubt they live and yet to grow

Man and his foolish ideas of all down there
With twenty five if that percentage of brain
If he had any idea of what exists miles below
He would be rewriting his as if books of same

So far below where man cannot go or know
That would make the Titanics position a puddle
Yet he tells of  of all he knows of what dwells
Beyond his thinking and the as if shallows puzzle

Earth has endless answers to unasked questions
Mans minute amount of  what he thinks does exist
Just little boys with his endlessly ever expensive toys
Down where daylights never seen the likes never kissed

Upon earth man has not scratched the surface yet
Far from as brilliant as he feels he is for sure
Give ot take another million years he might be close
Beyond his imagination below miles below the shore

terrence michael sutton
Copyright  2018

FAMILIAR STRANGERS

My heart drifts
It pounds hurriedly
I wasn't running
I hear yours too
Beating faster than her shadow
Then I realise
We are adorn with bait
Always running from Predators

Yes, men are no longer taken across
Adorn with heavy necklaces and bracelets
On pants into Titanics
Like modern day fashion
Accompanied with wine from their eyes
They drank to stupor
With whips sounding like applauds
A continuous jubilation

Baited by strangers no more
But the strangers left their culture
Together with their ornaments behind
Invisible ornaments
What an inheritance
Our own now strangers
Our own now prey on us
Even in our Father land
Another jubilation
I thought it was over

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