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You know the age old stories told of life
The old easy come easy go one true
If things look too good to be true one
The old trust me would I lie to you

To date its all been deals on wheels
Nothing's really changed that much at all
One trying to play I'm the king of the castle
Another wants sanctions lifted writing on wall

War games now told not to be give me a break
Imaginations of plans unknown becoming scary
And I feel give some a free run as it seems
Starting to look a little the spider and Mary

Sure the world needs an end to wars and peace
Tell me the first or last time this was the case
The earth destroyed 5 times before now this
So many now less interested in earth than space

Well its all a game of monopoly wealth and greed
Endless damage to earth and billions daily dying
Children suffering worse than abuse each day
And endless fed up to the neck of trying

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
 Jun 2018 Zeljka Clark
Lora Lee
sometimes the walls
peel down    
in tears and metal
as the floodgates
               open wide
as the soul is bared,
raw,
              exposed
softly humming
its release of pride
heartbeats strong
head up high
queenly stance
bearing storms
ready for the battle
taking form
yet holding on tight
to solace's reins
praying to heaven
for grace in the strain
for soon the cry
                  to action
will fall upon this
           tender land
all that exists
washed away in
        a whirlwind
of sand    
in the distance
a lightflare
a whipping up of womb
a time for victory's place
in this tempest monsoon
and within my skin
in the flight of
               my freeze  
my pain opens up
and allows
me
          to
               breathe
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQVop3-OOXc
I see the universe expanding
Has been for 13 billion years
While stardust breeding planets arose
And that Dark Energy I fear

Can’t understand Dark Energy or
700 trillion miles to bear
To reach Andromeda Galaxy
When water was discovered there

Believing acceleration slowed
For 200 billion galaxies
Science proved that hypothesis wrong
Questioning even more fallacies

Each newborn star illuminated
4 billion times stronger than our eyes
Their galaxies currently revealed
Expansion’s not slowing- surprise!

Brilliantly more supernovas flew
Among 100 billion stars
For all we know this still is true
No water or air- can’t live on Mars
just exploring my lifelong fascination with space, all those big numbers describing distances between planets, the moon and stars...I enjoy seeing the marvelous pictures captured, but would prefer keeping our Earth healthy to live here, not counting on Mars or finding another planet.
 Jun 2018 Zeljka Clark
CharlesC
the extreme forms
we know as abuse:
alcohol..drugs..***..food..
there are also thoughts
reflecting deep-seated bias..
perhaps a political persuasion
which has lingered for
years of a lifetime..
can we speak of
an addiction to happiness
or are all of the shades
really a search for happiness..
the ego searches and insists
that the search among objects
will locate the illusive
happiness..
the search might occur
in more subtle terrain:
religion and forms of
spiritual practice..
yet these must also
bear their shades
of addiction..
 Jun 2018 Zeljka Clark
CharlesC
ego
 Jun 2018 Zeljka Clark
CharlesC
ego
is creation itself
a rising in and of
consciousness..
a simultaneous birth of
a 2-sided coin:
subject/object
as thought and perception..
the birth is convincing
in its colors and boundaries
appearing as both
savory and unsavory..
along with its birth
comes ego's desire for
the happiness
which once it knew..
questions are a threat
and its defenses
often most militant..
fears and desires
conceal real happiness
retaining that most
convincing coin...
 Jun 2018 Zeljka Clark
CharlesC
Eventually
all of it must burn..
The isolated thoughts
which claim identity..
An appearance
posing as permanent..
Simply knowing
a thought as appearance
an appearance
coloring the Knowing
is the spark
igniting
The Fire...
Trumpets scream out in
agony for a man too
terrified to speak.
For a time, Shostakovich was not Stalin's favorite composer.
It always comes back
to sleepless dark mornings,
waking long before
sleep is through,
clutching at seconds
until I have to leave.

What should have been
will never be,
banished to the south wing
of the dungeon.
Such a refined cruelty
to chain my memory
one chamber over
from your playroom,
where you give and take
your pleasures...
which many years ago
too briefly
were mine alone.
Finishing a draft started months ago.  Needed to release a memory before I could finish.
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