Michael Sutherland

Michael Sutherland has written many articles for web sites, emails, and sales letters at ezine 
and list sites on the Internet. Back in the eighties he started writing screenplays for the silver screen, 
which stems from drawing cartoon strips. For the last few years he has been with a Literary Agency 
in New Jersey, USA. Apart from writing even though there is technical writing involved, 
he has invented, designed board games. 

Also, he has invented a few household products. One particular product has been patented for 
the UK market. 

He does vary in what he does to try and help people, not to be stuck to one or two types 
of subjects in life. 

 

Annoyance

Cigarette smoke in your face,
makes your eyes water. 
Tears running down.
Your eyes are bleary now. 
You can't see a thing around.

Rancid smells up your nose,
makes you puke.
You feel stifled, no place to breathe.
No fresh air, what a stink!
You're going to suffocate.
That's just great.

Shrieking noise in your ears,
makes you cringe.
It gets louder and louder.
You can't think.
There's no peace.

Someone's hair in your throat,
makes you choke.
You can't drink. 
Your face is turning blowzy. 
Then coughs your heart out.

People you can't stand,
makes you want to get away.
You're in a place of hell.
Everywhere you look,
you're trapped. 
Like the inside of a book.



COLOURS

Let the natural beauty of flowers blossom all the year round,
leaving life to prosper in its own ground.
If they wither away until another year goes by,
it'll leave emptiness and darkness to endure for sometime.
Anguish we will suffer uncontrollably,
no matter how we try to feel well inside thee.
Missing the beautiful flowing colours in our eyes.
The bright reds, blues, greens, and yellows...
all the colours you can imagine and more.
Losing the different fragrances that snare our senses,
the lilacs, the jasmines, and roses galore.
Dismissing soft pebbles brushing across our weary brow.
The subtle pleasures that roll off our lips abound.
And the sweet juices slithering down distinguish faces...
languishing in the foliage surround.
Let the darkness drift into oblivion now,
and let the sun shine once again into our soul.
Goodness will prevail in our hearts for awhile.
So open up to what you can see and savour the delirious moment,
in a state of unbelievable awe... that sparks a comforting smile.


Happiness        

Happiness is a great feeling to have...
when you pass your school exams.
Become the age of twenty-one.
Passing your driving test and being free.
Getting married for the first time.
Having your first child.
Or winning the lottery.
Remember to keep feeling happy, if not for being sad.
Try to be joyful and not feeling bad.
The beautiful things we see before our eyes.
Keeps our soul intact or... otherwise.
Smile as much as you can,
you'll feel better in the long run.
What we cherish in life doesn't always turn out to be good but never be dismayed because of that.
So keep your chin up and think of something nice... wherever you may be.
You'll always be happy even when you're feeling sad.
And nothing will ever change that.
Because happiness is a good thing, not bad.



Life Where

Tasting the fruits of life itself in its void...
is understandably something you can't avoid.
Is the reason for establishing a prominent place until no longer usable, existence is only a moment in time and its not excusable.
Like a sudden compulsion of air exploding into nothing.
The nucleus, the power of life within its vessel.
Can be the truthful nature of the universe, of life itself cement.
The extremity of fulfilment in its sphere can only endure lasting fulfilment.
Life being a confusing enigma, not knowing the true reason of why.
The awesome grasp of life within life cannot be denied.
There is no other form or explanation... to envisage such a clandestine belief that bestows on vacant atmosphere of emotion and want.
Beyond the soul, the depth into the unknown energy of existence cannot be experienced without love and forgiveness of the heart.
The spiritualism of internal existence is not outside but the functionality of life within.
Fear is never an option when life dwells beyond a solidified growth.
Our vision is not here, it's only here for a split second in creation.
Our true life is beyond this world; this is only a stepping stone in our journey through the atmosphere of space.
Disappearance and yet being there is no void, deception is not in play, except imagination does allow to wonder to an extreme rendering.
The inertia reluctance to be moved by the enormity of life beyond death back to immortality; there must be no ending.