The monsters of the hidden mind
sequestered far for good of all
hold their counsel until the day
that life’s grace will be betrayed

before the time that darkness reigns
in the deepest of mind’s caves
far from the light of calm resolve
squirming worms disrupt the thoughts

holding masks to the world
evoking bliss while doom grows
waiting for the chance to strike
assume control beyond their might

beware the dusk before the night
when sanity has a last gasp
monsters stir from their respite
moving forward in twilight.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191027.

Fay angels hold to the heights
the guardians of God’s domain
have witnessed much across the years
above the realm of mortal men
assured of blessings from their god
while watching cars passing by
the bridge between two ends
transportation in best of times
a lovely perch for the Séraphin

this high juncture most ignore
no true stop for mortal men
lest they pause to contemplate
observe the cars in all their might
flying down the concrete stream
oblivious to spectator's gaze

at that bluff I find myself
hearing angels’ whispered songs
asking me to pause again
I rebuke their company
push them aside as I proceed
their input has no place
when the pit is in my mind
seeking depths beyond the pain
feet to fall and then no more
flying for a brief time
while angels hold to the heights.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180717.

The clouds have their day
to release what’s pent within
no longer able to hold the mask
of sunny days meant to last

the halcyon all pursue
a status quo for the abused
idyllic for the quick glimpse
when inquires seek portends

even as the coming storm
gathers round behind the smile
heavy with the unresolved
echoes of the saddest times

soon to drench the frowning crowds
scurrying to answer shelter’s prompt
away from those who can't escape
the overcast of sunless days.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190819.

At all times the word is ‘stop’
before an urge is set upon
those four letters instead of two
is the gospel to be pursued
this due caution in the face
of hot lust is preferred
because the outcome does less harm
than what could happen in lieu of it

even as the key is held
near at hand by the lock’s hole
the door must be forever barred
for the honor of all involved
even as the eyes turn to gaze
wishing more than life may grant
never room for dalliance
this is the way of the astute

an internal voice that is discreet
reminding all of their place
this frank refrain rings the ears
within the realm of boundaries kept
this is the path that caution takes
respecting those outside of bounds
always there to remind again
a stop is better than a bad go.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190125.

The wanting lingered without respite
an intruder that cared not
for the mercies of a staid life
away from the passions on my mind

borne on a wind of comeliness
though not a stunner by most concerned
the breath that stirred the fallen leaves
became the storm that leaves me weak

a total package at last glimpsed
the secret unfolding in due time
a bright flower I now observe
rare among the other blooms

if only more could see this belle
the glamour would beguile all
perhaps I’m biased on this point
struck by a spell in my heart

yet in my core I know I must
seek a path away from lust
still distraction rings the gong
it’s with regret that I stand strong

a sum of parts assails me still
though there is more to this tale
when the dream walks upright
the wanting burns without respite.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181119.

Gender flows from a source
a sacred premise sometimes flawed
still the whole relies upon
these qualities to state the world
asking some to twist their selves
for the comfort of the whole
seeking forms that fit staid molds
constructed by the status quo

blue or pink for each side
align with bits of body parts
stamped on the consciousness
as anatomy has its say
usurping nature deep inside
peeping out in inner thoughts
prompting those who disagree
to fight the fixed society

the binary is a start
there are some who mix the two
or disavow a single bond
these expressions are allowed
more often the lanes are crossed
to find a truth that coincides
with a nature beyond the flesh
that forms the body felt incomplete

this is compared to those who veer
to the side that is their truth
gender flowing to be resolved
with touch of lace or something else
gender moves back and forth
outside the realm of normative
while the twisting calms the self
of the one that feels its touch.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190126.

Revelation comes and goes
like the tides by moon’s bent
sometimes rising to the cause
when not pulling away from shore

inconsistent if truth be told
even though the will is strong
wishing something to be said
as the shyness rules the day

to share the self outside of walls
constructed for safety’s sake
darting through the open doors
returning when the wind blows cold

forgive these failings in hindsight
exposure turned to truancy
please don’t judge what may come
look to future fates more kind.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190911.

The decision is already made
now the minutes tick away
counting down until the time
arrives at last to end a life
the decades borrowed are returned
unfairly hoarded without reward
sorrow pressed absent love
now the bill will be resolved

separation becomes the norm
practice for the coming act
perfection found without regard
to the sorrows afterward
with the end at last in sight
the reaper will find delight
accepting offerings none should take
upon the altar of final shames.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190409.

A thousand lives are now reduced
the pulsing crowd is not pursued
in the blink of a jaundiced eye
a multitude is put aside
the field of dreams is now bare
fences fall in disrepair
no longer needed to protect
the trampled crops of years past

the kaleidoscope has ceased to turn
colors fade into the night
as dust descends to blind the mind
no longer will the mirrors shine
with patterns set upon cracked walls
taunting what had come before
when rainbows turn to shifting ash
the only motion that now survives

still the shadows are cast to hide
where the road may lead from night
mirrors smashed for their crimes
against the souls trapped behind
the visions meant for cloistered groups
projected upon the broken glass
don’t ask why this must occur
when a thousand lives are no more.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190425.

Desire for relief becomes a bane
to the health beyond the pain
when the angst has assumed
proportions past the natal wound

the remedy has long ceased
even as disaster builds
as byproducts are ignored
against the numbing of the balm

clearly sought to assuage
anguish found beyond the base
if only life was more than strife
self-medication would be denied

the impostor has been seen
still this path is pursued
gladly ****** with due shame
as false relief fills a frame

the curative has been bypassed
by transgressions to the flesh
embarked upon to find relief
from the ills beyond the pain.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190727.

Canyons filled with empty eyes
silent visionaries knowing all
while keeping secrets of their own
behind staid curtains of the soul

witness to the gods’ downfall
evicted while the cyclone roared
still the walls stood upright
monuments to the contrite

with no regard of what’s beyond
the void containing all the world
this empty echo that resonates
to the chords of sleeping beasts

damning all with vacant hearts
while keeping lairs in the dark
shutters hiding lurking mouths
desiring naught while seeing all.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190716.

Look to beauty for a clue
of what the heart would pursue
outside of masks that conceal
longing for an open field
the fences ring the dandelions
along with daisies blooming wild

those flowers echo apologies
for the barriers they live within
violets ask for a reprieve
the same intent inside of me
they are the rebels of the crowd
whispering truths far too loud

these are the secrets of the stars
the first is last after all
beauty found in purple hues
it’s enough to convince
the lost outside the high fence
the seekers of true consequence.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190304.

Perhaps one day I’ll disconnect
deny the world its cruelest jest
asking me to stretch beyond
the quiet shell I seek to find

strong desire moves to direct
the heart that wants nothing more
than a peace from world's exchange
pain and bliss in equal parts

if torment's span is the price
to live a time in ecstasy
those who bend will soon break
find escape in pain's pledge

pleasure drains as fluids flow
extinguished in warm outcome
waiting for the check to drop
asking much in aftermath

what comes next is a gulf
with no needs for a short time
not the peace I truly want
instead the calm before the storm

disconnection escapes my grasp
when the clouds next gather round
promise of the falling rain
finding pleasure before the pain.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171204.

Revelation waits in the heart
perhaps once slumbering in the past
now perception has arrived
to ask too much from the now

stepping from the normative
boundaries meant to protect
come with too high a price
for the ones who compromise

identity of the true self
becomes indulgence of the mind
in the battle for safe domain
when passing was once safe

the world would like for the same
continuance of what came before
it could care less for the change
now required for sanity

passing becomes the option shorn
seen as the perfect lie
all said to true if a soul
allows the truth to be ignored

still revelation will have its day
the world be ****** in aftermath
when the reality is revealed
to the shock of verity.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190607.

The ice seems ten feet deep
in the midst of winter’s chill
with a promise all is well
before the cracks are revealed

the darkest depths await beneath
always there outside of sight
all too close if truth is known
regarding strength now foretold

scant inches are the mark
a lack of support now disguised
instead of thickness most enjoy
when striding about their lives

a truer measure of the heart
is the peril now close by
than impressions of the mask
denying all till aftermath

peril waits for the fall
dropping down into the depths
most often hidden from the view
from the ones that could console

when the cracks open up
support is lost in the end
that quiet doom near at hand
finally taking the innocent.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190528.

I dreamt I crossed the bridge
to arrive where I’d begun
gender matched as consequence
when the subject came to love

taking favors from the same
matching grace in the exchange
with no guilt or reticence
for the pleasure then possessed

embracing lovers from a place
of adoration some abhor
affection that came naturally
sadly discouraged by the whole

it mattered not behind the veil
where acceptance was assured
echoing what’s known inside
on the canvas of pleasured dreams.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190113.

Frankenstein was a master
I'm my own, it doesn't matter
when the parts of my whole
become a monster to the world
the brute exists at the peril
of innocents walking round me
little do they know their place
conjoined within my broken frame.

The outside scars are my frame
connecting tissue disparate
if I'm a work of macabre art
this mural's marked by tissue's grain
too many sources become the one
torn from the shadows near at hand
fiends or beasts are mirrored there
teasing madness from my brain.

If my mouth still had lips
perhaps the screams would be mine
a sharp response to the harm
blossoms fruit that I'll detest
as the knife cleaves the flesh
I'll add the new with ****** thread
a little's lost with no gain
my life diminishes with the pain.

These hands resign to their fates
right from left are ignorant
of what the other may conspire
to collude with spirit's bane
I'm Frankenstein borne anew
both the master and the brute
standing tall on borrowed time
seeking salve I now reject.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180403.

Change a devil if you dare
remove their horns from the head
point to the heavens where you came from
this is the fantasy few will find

how many angels must attempt
the transformation of the bad
when the saviors are destroyed
stacked on high like cordwood?

a legion lost in this attempt
heaven is emptied in the attempt
still the devil asks for more
to serve the purpose that’s two fold

the truest sport absolves the pain
submission granted and then consumed
all for the chance that something will take
nudge the demon to accept wings

horns regrow while bodies bleed
a fiend suggesting salvation’s fruit
it’s a process that may succeed
supplicants feeding every need

look to the pile that results
all the past head ornaments
with room left for many more
while the devil waits to be saved.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181201.

Do I need a lover to let me know
beauty is something I can claim?
one or more to tell me lies
while they ply my body’s prize?

a small measure of attractiveness
seems to escape my self-worth
asking more than it should
to fill the gaps between the cracks

validation of the outer self
contingent on what others think
becomes my search in the wild
a will-o-wisp I’ll never catch

always returning to the clutch
flesh to flesh as a grind
chasing dreams out of reach
when lovers are the measurement.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181212.

The count is lost through the years
of the lives I’ve chose to live
this question matters in the least
when the versions are revealed

congruities of purpose split
among the paths I’ve gladly walked
differ widely by intent
while they merge to form the whole

each has a mask I take down
from its place on the wall
to revel in the task at hand
joy in pain and carnal bliss

this variety of pursuits
some controversial in themselves
others push against the grain
asserted by society

switching out identity
to suit the job near at hand
may confuse those who watch
the shifts required to exist

to reconcile what I must share
the count is lost in aftermath
disguises revel in themselves
the controversy I’ll accept.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190108.

Different is as different does
separated from a choice
even as the critics state
options are clearly there

this illusion unjustly held
asking more than nature’s realm
can supply as consequence
of distinctions in lettered space

predilections stamped on souls
identity beyond the norm
this surety that’s not denied
by the span of days expired

kindness shown to the diverse
affirms a life of honesty
diverting from the tramped path
into realms where life is pride.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190711.

If the ink were to dry
letters set for all time
and nobody saw the act
would it matter after all?
this audience of one
no more at day’s end

scribe and reader alternate
as the same experience
a separation of roles
blurred to one from the start
when nothing matters more
than transcribing from the heart

heights and depths are the same
invocations of the mundane
as the saint and sinner seek their own
in the form of unity
the ink will remain at the end
silent witness to the dismay

shreds of joy conjoining with
the stains that pass for life
now this drop stands alone
asking nothing from itself
except to know the relevance
of existence beyond the pen.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190325.

Consider shadows that most deny
valid against the press of night
consideration turned to charm
by the impact of appeal's turn

even as the darkness forms
wrapping around the gentle souls
without malice or ill intent
as they seek comfort’s bliss

surrounding those without regard
for the ghosts that then result
even as the normative
demand falsehoods in the stead

for the ghosts among themselves
pressing outward with dismay
affirming what’s felt within
hidden plainly while love is blessed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190923.

Simulacrum
is my state
representation
of a real thing

an imitation
that may confuse
in a good way
yet still abuse

the hopeful souls
desiring labors
borne of truths
while I spin tales

this effigy
of an actual man.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180827.

Look to the prequel as the start
premiere to what you know
explaining how the journey started
by new beginnings beyond the now

motivations brought to the front
the end was known but not the spur
now explained with characters
some were known and rest expire

before the dusk there was a dawn
darkest night to be revealed
past to present is exposed
actions taken before fate’s end

canon is the trek of karma
the bomb ignited with the match
look to the prequel for the start
revolution formed on whisper’s brink.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180215.

I stare into the silent glass
puzzled by the scene present
echoes of sad humor found
on the wall before my face

reality is conviction shared
with impressions floating there
some are shared by the group
others visible to only one

boundary stopping more than life
the touches beyond who I am
flesh to flesh will not be
when the pane is unkind

the hues evoke emotion’s child
with the highs and the lows
darkest blacks and bleakest grays
stand aside with rainbow’s span

portal to the other realms
one inside the mortal flesh
another framed to reveal
workings of an outer world

imperfect copy sadly mocks
cold and flat is all I feel
images that may have depth
facsimile is the mimic’s laugh.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170903.

I once saw Holy in the woods
far above rest of life
with their trunks so near to hand
arboreal creatures reaching up

majestic crowns that challenge fate
an aberration that took my breath
trees so straight they broke the air
shattering sky like arrows shot

the shards rained down to the ground
amongst the scrub and bushes strewn
atop the bones of giants fell
by their age or nature’s curse

defiance of the lower realms
failed the fauna thought most blessed
when the rot consumes the corpse
they’re reduced by fallen grace

I relate to both these themes
seeing God and touching Hell
across the years of standing tall
the cycle turns for all kinds

I’ll exist the best I can
touching clouds of deity
while knowing feet are made of clay
baked by fire in furnace heat.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180114.

Power asks for too much
based on acts of thoughtless youth
pushing boundaries then deplored
in the time present now ignored
this pinnacle may be accused
against the weight of the abuse

Satan pleads for justice ******
at the coming of a lost dawn
towers stand in the light
ignoring taunts that bring delight
angels cry in dark despair
to a future none should prepare

morality has no bearing here
when a life of power is embraced
nothing less than wins are blessed
with religion near at hand
a conscience that knows the past
denies the sins fully wiped

with forgiveness near at hand
the mighty fist will always win
the lesser *** unduly whines
forgetting glory handed down
power blessing base desires
to hold the measure of earthly pyres.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190918.

I'm an answer seeking questions
end result you'd never guess
against the background of random chance
inside a box made from the past
now response begs for origins
something familiar when I'm the freak
no longer holding to the mold
exploding outward for all to see
the puzzle is scattered on the board
the box lid has been forever lost
perhaps God knows who I should be
what query would return my life.

The outcome is plain enough
though exploration still unwinds
in territory more frequented
by the youth less afraid
my generation walked the same paths
with few admitting that they did
in dark halls we whispered truths
while telling lies to a larger crowd
now the young strive in the light
revealing trails once concealed
kept from sight to most men
or only trod on by the brave.

Now I'm left with only claims
not sure how I came to be
or what purpose the divine
has for my continued life
meandering has brought me here
honesty grasped along the way
sharing more than perhaps I should
while unsure of the beginning quiz
perhaps you have the illusive query
something to wrap around these bits
scattered as a whole to represent
the person with more to share.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180314.

Arch the back to receive the blow
one is followed by many more
never enough to fill the void
when discomfort is pleasure's source

many types are drawn to hurt
both the sinners and the saints
each with a need deep within
to receive the benefits

tears accompany the sad relief
something felt at long last
proven by the aftermath
borne by welts and stinging flesh

this happy leave of sanity
an excuse to lunacy
by invitation of the lapping scourge
is abhorrent to the common folk

they mutter that it is abuse
torture if the truth is said
still the adherents return again
finding mercy in the pain

vulnerability to the extreme
when the barriers are no more
between a world of few regrets
and connection of the whip.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190116.

Visions are made from memories
cast unbidden to consider
what will bubble from the depths
informing goals through history

echoes evoked in night’s dreams
behind the walls that none see
except for the witness asked to view
testament stated to relive

reminding the future of what may be
based of reveries of past days
what’s now lapsed will return
asking the dated to be reborn

the karmic asking for its due
chimera born of old and new
a destiny stated in fantasy
now the future will reminisce.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180908.

Was it worth it to persist
in a world prone to hate
when a span manifests
between the norm and deviance?

this is the question of the ages
the freak persists no matter what
judged peculiar for their ways
even though they’re genuine

the lack of reference is a source
familiarity lost in a rush
between surviving life’s travails
and opportunity to see the world

this is biased by the need
to hold with dogmas ages’ deep
reinforced by hoary texts
damning by the ancient words

one or the other is enough
to turn society against the one
asking them to double down
if completeness will be preserved

the answer to this puzzlement
seems contrary at first blush
presentation of a friend
a frequent face to contemplate

still the world will seek to hate
this is resisted by amity
experience shared with the one
finding worth to carry on.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181203.

The ring is sought above all else
this seems the goal for our lot
clouding minds in the quest
for something fresh beyond the self
there’s no commitment except to now
the moment sought and then pursued

to the ends some may taunt
but even they would do the same
connection held as the goal
flesh pressed in response
more than attraction is in play
when the urge becomes a need

sewn throughout by the Lord
or put by nature to grow the herd
neither is of consequence
when base natures take the stage
the urge to merge tops the list
**** the final aftermath

perhaps the deities will relent
when they know the bill's been paid
the luster fades when attained
once to lead to many more
this hunger for the band
to find another once again.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190629.

One nation under all
founded for a single cause
this is the mantra that resides
in the minds of simple folk

this passion above all else
so say the pundits to themselves
the holy writ applied across
imaginations in the now

this becomes the fervent lie
by the ones who reside
in the boxes built with walls
from the delusion of the mind

uniformity becomes the joke
denying nature of its course
reality will have a say
disallowing the fever dream.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190809.

A friendship made beyond the veil
that curtain draped on rods of sleep
where no others than my self
may view the beauty then enjoyed

the void brings companionship
an irony that nothingness is the source
for a sharing that I'll not regret
even as guilt still finds its place

more than touch was implied
familiarity shared without reserve
I wish I could remember more
these recollections beyond the norm

this fellowship I’ll not soon forget
never to be seen beyond the night
it's still enough to write this poem
instruct my pen to dream again.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181116.

I'll take the uniform from the shelf
an image for the common crowd
one of many in the ranks
keeping step with the contracts
the same raiment is procured
from the closet in which I dwell

still the fit will suffice
if my true role is falsified
stating purpose with due resolve
with apparel on the frame
a disguise that few see through
when the pretense is pursued

this masquerade is portrayed
the desired set for the eye
spun from threads of fairy wings
just as real as mythic dreams
to lull the masses with the lie
keeping peace in rank and file.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190318.

Immortality is far removed
from existence for all souls
until that end joy requests
avenues of consequence

part of fullness is to express
the body folded in motion’s quest
with one intent full in mind
decision made to carry on

hours are frozen in response
the rest forgotten to celebrate
bodies join to live beyond
the count of time now denied

life will in end its due span
regardless of what all may try
the path to thrive has been found
with the capers of the divine.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190623.

Big waves on little rocks
one or the other describes my lot
blessed to bury pain’s delight
or hold against the pressing flood

each has a time beyond the shade
cast by shelter on longer shared
as the storm is clearly sought
to experience what’s beyond

lost from sight in the gale
connection becomes the substitute
denominator in tempest’s span
asking more than most expect

diamond hardness now regaled
against the give of soft downpours
both the large and the small
now push the sufferings out of bounds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190625.

Nervous as the day before
the same again without pause
I wonder why this should be
stumbling when confronting this
attraction's bliss at the least
or something more I can't admit

except to say that jealousy
impacts the image I may see
relating comes with conflict
of the feelings that make me mute
wishing to draw ever near
while running away in quiet fear

in the end I'll maintain
a safe distance to comprehend
what can’t be while the angst
steals me from relation’s game.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190314.

I ask too much of the world
for the truth to be revealed
kept on the surface for me to see

instead it hides down below
waiting to bite as serpents would
from the box that hides their kind

if only I could be ignorant
not knowing the darkness laid within
how life's companions may attack

to see this creature underneath
robs me of my ease of mind
creates defenses I can't take down

now the world has been transformed
the surface is not my friend
when I know soul’s dark content

as they believe they’re concealed
submerged beneath their disguise
I’ll not fall for the deceit.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171120.

I'm still haunted by the sides
of life's coin turning around
ever present in my view
asking more than I can bear
both the beauty and the taint
latter being ugliness
assault my senses with no regard
for the damage that's been done.

In the present I'll take beauty
the lines and curves that steal my breath
that's not the ill of my complaint
I quite appreciate the scenery
instead the drumbeat of the parade
repeats the song I cannot sing
doomed to see and not embrace
my voice is lost forever more.

Fallen contrasts to the beauty
humanity bowing to lowest evils
by their hubris or selfish needs
the same outcome is ensured
these are like the air we breathe
sin embedded in our frames
still I turn from the foulness
wishing we could find God again.

By the sides I lose all hope
never resting on firm ground
I am lost to disconnect
from divinity of all kinds
be they grace or be they vile
each is a face of life’s coin
spinning on the silver’s edge
haunting me on each side.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180315.

'I've yet to meet' becomes the chant
for the ones that can't relate
to a world that’s much more
than the walls beyond their fate

tolerance is not the goal
allowance for other views
when the sufferance is nothing more
than a naval circled round

nor is breadth of emotion’s lure
allowed as a tolerance
except to confirm the known
what’s trapped inside the mind

wheels turning round themselves
without a pause to regard
those limits that may extend
beyond empathy now firmly dulled

the outcome becomes a farce
to spectators with sound thoughts
discerning right from wrong
hidden from the shuttered one

a final measure is their chant
this declaration of the unaware
isolation now a platitude
for a life fixed in solitude.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190515.

I am the monster in their midst
breathing air like decent men
while insisting I belong
spinning lies while concealed
a miscreant of ill intent
when the standards all conflict

one by one they are betrayed
by the spectrums my life spans
while holding tight to the mask
lest it slips to show the beast
the cataclysm would follow suit
on that day the veil is dropped

a doppelganger now suspect
of malfeasance behind the back
misconduct against the whole
measured by the normative
a betrayal without regard
to the feelings spun from glass

made more fragile by beliefs
filaments strung from self-deceit
once trusted to hold the line
now standing outside of bounds
even though I’ve not moved
the world has shifted on its own.

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Revelation waits in the heart
perhaps once slumbering in the past
now perception has arrived
to ask too much from the now

stepping from the normative
boundaries meant to protect
come with too high a price
for the ones who compromise

identity of the true self
becomes indulgence of the mind
in the battle for safe domain
when passing was once safe

the world would like for the same
continuance of what came before
it could care less for the change
now required for sanity

passing becomes the option shorn
seen as the perfect lie
all said to true if a soul
allows the truth to be ignored

still revelation will have its day
the world be ****** in aftermath
when the reality is revealed
to the shock of verity.

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I'd be Dana for a day
welcome a change to reflect
how far I’d rise if it were true
a joy embracing certitude
perfection set upon the earth
the sublime bliss in stature’s form
for the hours after dawn
leading to the gates beyond

this journey would be enough
exclaiming splendor in response
to the gal that inspires
so much more than life allows
if the gods had their say
the mirrors would all agree
with the choice of the one
to emulate in symmetry

in a single blink of an eye
I'd realize beauty's gain
peach of a dream in waking life
a hottie now realized
form to fit identity
embodied deep inside of me
asking only to be seen
revelation for just one day.

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Voyeurs come in many stripes
standing at the edge of light
peering from the depths of shame
knowing where to place the blame

scripture written on the self
lifted from the holy books
skin absorbs the greater truth
without regard for consequence

spoken clearly behind the mask
worn to **** the realm of doubt
becomes the journey of the mind
slick with tears from the beyond

the steps are taken down the path
away from orbs of calm insight
remaining while world retreats
****** of the private grief.

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Inflate the ego at your own risk
lest the air go to the head
with results that few pursue
when doom arrives at the end

the race is run against the wind
lifting those who seek to fly
the balloon rising high
before falling to the ground

pushed by storms that twirl within
a gravity spun from the soul
the black hole light can’t escape
when assumptions consume grace

the detonation comes at last
between the pull and the push
more a whimper than a blast
a fitting end that few admit.

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A new low among the heights
a spiral returning into the mire
ever escaping gravity's pull
towards a crash upon the globe

even when the sun may shine
fill the expanse of the sky
the clouds blanket unseen earth
depths far from the warming orb

asking nothing but belief
that doom will return to compete
with belief of upward trends
tested by the cold malaise

all the reasons to resist
in culmination to exist
are put aside without hope
lest the highs take control.

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Faith eludes those who boast
to possess this hallowed trait
while attacking the enemy
that fear's embedded in their mind
with only terror near at hand
the balm of faith is withheld
instead dogma’s brutal fist
communicates with a chin

now that fear is near at hand
doubt erodes the higher thoughts
chasing mercy with sad glee
forbearance is a memory
civility has no place
washed away with the blood
first mere droplets to precur
the drowning flood of false alarm

resulting wounds will not close
forever tainted with the sting
now that love no longer flows
along the streams of kind words
that aim to share piety
secure the walls against the horde
has become the deepest wound
that creed of faith far removed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180927.

To not exist frightens some
terrified of what's beyond
by the writ of dogma's word
or question mark more profound

as if demise is a doom
not the blessing of nature's grace
sympathetic to all men
wrapped in mysteries beyond insight

no prey is sought by the void
instead the rhythms seek their own
karma wed to cyclic storms
prompts alarm where none is meant

all will fall between the cracks
when the surface is meant to split
time is measured by those who stay
before the cleft expands once more

if our fates were prolonged
beyond the time breaths bequeath
that peace found outside of strife
would escape the tortured souls

madness tips the scales to view
by the wisdom's virtue or sadder means
comfort found in what most may fear
mysteries explored by journeying forth.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180911.