Dancing only to explore
the joy of motion instead of more
was the goal before we met
instead desires were prominent

to fall in love once again
seems my fate in your embrace
I’ll write to gauge how this was
when the passions gripped my heart

now amour is in the wind
adoration perhaps misplaced
yet the feelings are not vile
there is honesty in their wiles

blowing boundaries meant to guard
delicacies of the world
toppled by the human wants
driven by the social dance

have no fear dear audience
all’s not lost as bodies meld
the madness goes as it comes
temporary in moment’s brush

to fall in love is our fate
this is annulled when music ends
the cycle turns to be renewed
as another meets my arms.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181028.

The poet’s page demands results
words submitted in due course
on a theme that resounds
with their souls and their hearts

into this space I grasp at dust
sift through the dunes of my mind
seeking more than I will find
epiphanies escape searching rhymes

poignant lines sublimely stacked
in groups of four more or less
upon each other in pursuit
looping round in stanza’s bliss

this construction becomes a fraud
a framework only without resolve
to ordain itself with more
than ******* churned in empty prose

a foundation ordained by God
or stolen by the might foe
sustains the gospel of the muse
stamped with dogma of deepest doubt

wishful plans that fall so short
when no deity will pay heed
to the twaddle of fool’s discourse
drivel stated and not ‘the word’

these proclamations to all who read
worthy of tomorrow’s dreams
will echo loudly to the fates
exclaiming paths of destiny

lastly consider the substitute
forgotten before the day concludes
this is what I’ve put to page
all to the outcome of my dismay.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181125.

Regard submitted with delight
I’m not devoid of the wish
to indulge in life’s treat
physicality borne of warmth

when the topic is one of love
receiving praise for who I am
a gloom descends as I search
for the slice that life denies

life presents sad challenges
spawned from spectrums I embrace
perversions in the common eye
lived as the natural I can’t deny

infatuation is derailed
when the rainbow is revealed
not just one outside the norm
the sky is filled with the bizarre

one would be enough to spurn
affection given in pursuit
by affairs of the heart
flings leading to *******

this familiarity of amour
is pushed aside by the woe
panoply of letters strewn
in the path of forever love.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181126.

I'll stoop to be a noun
if the reference will resound
with others seeking truth
found by words applied without
these labels hold a tainted
asking more than they give
except when the need does arise
to educate a larger crowd

otherwise the labels taint
the person I’d like to be
with a shadow that extends
into the realms that came before
dragging the tendencies
for verbal unpleasantness
look to the reasons why
they were vilified

pioneering adventurers
walked paths now obscured
with trials that few have seen
on this side of history
still their experience
the shoulders of giants
instructs their descendants
to worse that life presents

bravery is the illusion sent
when the word are cast
to change the aftermath
demands that I commit
confirming what’s been told
experienced along the way
now that I’m the pioneer
with good and bad to share.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190301.

Consider lovers
the wicked and divine
reflections of the flesh
shown without reserve
heights attain in pure joy
sinners before the fall
until another comes
their place now assured

emotions spun to remove
concealment the heart
disregard the normative
diversion is the goal
endings sought for relief
before desire is resolved
in the end lovers fall
the wicked and divine.

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

The knowledge brings me to my knees
(figurative if you please)
still the outcome is the same
no dalliance broached beyond the range
asking only that I comply
obedience best for everyone
this mantra like a drumbeat
the rhythm some choose to ignore

as the gods look down upon
perhaps they don’t after all
it’s all the same when the mark
is doing right by other folk
lines on the ground marking space
explanations none should ignore
dire mutterings that are sourced
from the realm of past retorts

still the whispers will not stop
the other ones that ask too much
a will-o-wisp born of greed
temptation doomed to mislead
demanding that I violate
the framework that protects
these fragile walls that separate
right from wrong at day’s end

imagination is asked to hush
move along in due course
once suggestions have been placed
that **** a soul if pursued
so now I’ll dance at the edge
of that gulf that beckons me
the territory where I once played
before life took what it gave.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181226.

Dare I show some flesh
metaphorical or in the real
to demonstrate a common ground
between myself and readers’ minds?

if the answer is a yes
the outcome is preordained
as the words and lack of clothes
reveal the person beneath the mask

weakness put to the front
transformation now divulged
down to the skin and beyond
until disclosure becomes old

with a twist that’s laughable
or just ironic in pure hindsight
nothing new is ever shown
****** is shared by all.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190825.

Welcome to the alternative
a world that does not age
welcome to the embarrassment
when I’m oblivious to the shame

the fantasy is one of years
forgotten in the rush of lust
put aside by the fool
courting youth they should deny

what came before now betrays
permission given now rescinds
no longer are the partners sourced
from a breadth of society

relationships that were blessed
become the sin for all to see
the wheel has turned to exclude
now damnation becomes the creed

the need does not relent
to press the wanting flesh
even while the response
is one that few would want

halved plus seven does not compute
in my realm of feeling borne
for the beauty so near at hand
ephemeral in all true aspects

towards this end I’ll deceive myself
ignore the warnings from high and low
pursue the charms all disclaim
while disregarding the wide shame.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181205.

Could a person ask for more
ask the gods for their grace
than the friends that I adore?
the answer is a solid no
affirmation of my good luck
confirming life outside of norms

another batch has arrived
one of many that time supplied
so many faces moving through
with the naughty and the nice
pursuing life as they choose
unabashed at the outcome

to these ends they affirm
how I choose to express
identity true without remorse
testing limits that are contrived
so many boxes I’ll bust out
set by gender or desire

I’ll do the same for my chums
we all struggle to declare
identities not normative
cherub or demon, they’re the same
my friends now echo how I am
with respect shared between.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181207.

Times change and I miss your face
now fixed in my memory
a dream conspiring with the wheel
to turn around and taunt again

events conspire to separate
one from another without reprieve
with no rhyme on who should leave
or stay behind to mark the days

all may grieve in their way
even as necessity
demands this price for some to grow
in distant lands beyond the fold

no evil entity is to blame
instead the cause is so mundane
the ebb and flow of lives
just enough to get by

shifting winds blow the leaves
to the west and to the east
times change and still I miss
your face lodged in memory.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190123.