I’ll meet you there, along the path
boulevards will shepherd us
two lost souls beneath the fray
invoked by peril to a land below

search for the hidden underground
entrance under the danger words
just stand still and you’ll sink
to a place few suspect

you’ll descend to the nether ream
known to those who travel there
though more than you would think
beneath the staid reality

visiting is the only option
for some reason none will reside
instead they travel here to there
past the echoes of bygone days

it’s a world lost to time
lodged beneath what you know
left behind to find its way
nothing changed, there to stay

at the end we’ll ascend
no longer will the twilight shine
seek the light with sun’s warmth
leave behind our lower bond.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170618.

Beauty bespoke as vision’s sign
witness to the singular
borne to flesh within the span
of millennium allowed for man
line and curve combined to form
proportions blessing only one
with no dispute possible
for Venus incarnate once more

now the universe must concede
to lesser forms forever more
comeliness that will fail
to match this dream in wakefulness
the future must be endured
with loveliness that’s a mere shade
bereft of charm to sway my heart
when the apex has been named

years turn on time’s wheel
memories flash to reveal
sight elated by beauty’s form
fay illusions cast aside
now returned on wasteland’s paths
denying the garden of apple’s branch
that knowledge of pure grace
condemns life to charm’s lies.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180925.

With a poem I'll state my mind
looking back down the trail
to where I stand now with my angst
off to a future waiting there

I’m struggling, yes, that’s a fact
though introspection is a bless
putting plain the turmoil inside
making honest what tries to hide

depression grows in dark corners
the light of day shrinks the hurt
remedies move to the front
when pathologies are made precise

anxiety is mistreatment’s child
blossoming when left to cry
champions are called to help
my own mind, those of my kind

it’s a bubble that I desire
to seek the healing, to meet the minds
words put to page is just a start
to letting others know of my heart

friends are found through my poems
honesty through this shared light
I will heal with balm of love
pursuing both candor’s might.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170504.

The blooms shroud what’s hid beneath
only shapes hint the concealed
as bright flowers distract the eye
from a crypt absent a hearth
last dwelling place for my heart
only the ghosts still dwell within
revenants that life will not cleave
disturbing memories long deceased
these echoes shroud by petal’s blades
blossoms placed upon the grave.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181018.

A lack of pants may be the cause
to my status holding pat
this was the lesson in my dreams
reminder of what could have been

promotion was kept from my hand
when the air hits private parts
if I only were still employed
in my past career of prior years

by the day I walked school halls
institution of higher calling
engineering learned in daylight’s span
revelation in night time hours

vocation forgiving of the lack
college stripper, one who dared
to remove the outer garbs
showing what birth endowed

making bucks one at a time
though back then it was different
quarters bounced on the stage
rolled together, then to the bank

now I make so much more
with pants kept on to my chagrin
this was the message of sleep’s balm
hinting I should turn back years

sadly I live in the present
upright citizen, fully clothed
still the echoes rush to meet
asking more in my sleep

it’s all a dream in hush domain
twilight where my brain resolved
to consider what could be
if revelation was returned.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171124.

To belong is the stuff of tribes
by link of blood or sterner stuff
to this mark I would aspire
knowing the odds I would quest

when I am honest in my desires
I seek the same in other souls
not to indulge, only to know
I’m not alone against the world

it’s not that the larger has to hate
though this is the outcome when they confront
the deviant they don’t understanding
(the label their words, a knife they weld)

into this breach my tribe should arrive
if they were one, not cast to the wind
a secret society is more than mold
when smiles and nods move to disclosed

know that this web is my family
a tribe dispersed to the four winds
some of us vocal, the rest in disguise
only revealed to their same kind

to belong is the stuff of tribes
even when hidden from the broad eye
embracing my kin defined by desires
fruits of my search, lifting me up.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170514.

Surety is now perverted
rational put to the side
when it's twisted to reflect
the fears disguised as the truth

here's the joke, the saddest fact
the table trembles with hard fists
banging with intent so pure
sadly this is God’s prank

free will to scramble round
looking to puddle’s face
wondering who will resolve
the pain inflicted by false calm

the foolish run into the gap
knowing wisdom’s been lost
while they seek to display
the underpinnings have no legs

madness denies certitude
mountains of fact brought to dust
conviction rests in lost valleys
to be trod by jester's feet

lunacy shared by those who heal
pointing away from the puddle's flank
up to the sky the moon shines bright
reflection of the sun's sane light.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171108.

Mirror mirror on the wall
avert your gaze from this mortal
rescind judgment, look away
I'll have no part with you today
others may rebuff themselves
or even worse, in relative
these I'll look with different eye
gauge their beauty above the blot.

Then the monsters assert themselves
in form of mist inside my head
capturing vision to misuse
seeking wounds on psyche’s soul
taunting whispers, pointing paws
stating wrongness all too large
flaws are plain in their sight
best to turn in case they're right.

Others don’t see my flaws
or if they do, they play them down
mole hills where I see mountains
a little bump where I feel walls
the quickest glance is enough
please don't pause, look too long
lest the fears be then confirmed
by mirror, mirror on the wall.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170714.

Once again I was ****
within the confines of a dream
none who waked saw my form
would they want to? I don’t know

my body came from vision’s realm
I didn’t mind the fancied shape
stress came from lack of clothes
how did this happen? this I’ll tell

the garments were gone by my hand
one moment there, the next vanished
something pushed me to disrobe
what was the purpose?  you’ll never guess

I could breathe when in the buff
something gave when I was stressed
the raiment lost gave me hope
where did that leave me? let’s inspect

in the end I sought to cover
though I longed to walk naked
that was the plan, now find the clothes
why this dream?  the answer beckons

here I’m revealed as in dream
a poet’s words is bareness’ cousin
on each day I strip with words
with sleep’s sight as my passion

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170607.

There is a place where sadness lives
far from the edge of hope’s domain
now even further when the fog
descends to block the shared sun

what was day is now the night
forever dusk without a dawn
twilight cloaking painful thoughts
asking all to be withdrawn

still the shadows must persist
discerning wraiths where faith resists
a final warning now resounds
lest the doom is permanent

echoes across the scattered paths
one leads out of the maze
others mock with assent
sorrow mixed with sufferance.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181011.

I didn’t expect the first kiss
ambush set full on the lips
with a tongue that filled the void
the sum result was heaven above

fireworks flash high in the sky
only seen by those involved
pyrotechnics invite much more
opening volley in lust’s salvo

a simple touch was enough
caress of flesh so very soft
brush of lips has provoked
the unexpected now welcome

this modest act rocked my world
shifted ground once set firm
tremors felt deep in my soul
this convulsion before the storm.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180224.

I’ve survived, now I’m here
in the moment of my fear
wondering what waits in the fog
the curtain hiding what’s beyond

nothing’s constant, that I learned
by the change both good and bad
a wheel turning to move or crush
by some choice or by force

the slow illusion hid this fact
then I awoke and saw the truth
recognition was denied
of where I was in my life

awareness is this moment’s grace
endurance was the final gift
warning of what’s to come
past the veil of life’s harsh charms.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171014.

There will be flowers in the end
after the towers topple down
casting stones where they may
among the petals that remain
probing for the winking sun
faces turned upward to find the orb
obscured by clouds man has made
rich with ash from distant flames

the past planters are in their graves
sharing space with probing roots
tendrils seeking nourishment
those late yarders now fertilizer
the end result of what’s transpired
means so little to budding plants
innocent unto themselves
bear still witness in the end

the bright colors testify
that hope continues past the end
even if there are no folks
to bear witness to spectrums shown
differences provoked the end
now the hues remind the dead
of the beauty most forgot
in the range of varied thought

the world is whole for a brief time
enough to bring forth budded spawn
the curtain has not fully dropped
even though the world is silent
they exist because the gardeners
foresaw how the world would fall
when normality does revert
the flowers will greet returning souls.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190106.

My heroes share joined truths
on a screen, out of touch
about their lives in short segments
social media’s greatest strength
they hope the impact is for good
shining light from their hill
it’s most bright in dark of night
blinding some with honesty.

Cries for help on different days
across the walls of the world
bottles dropped in to the sea
I’ll read the notes they’ve conveyed
the very bravest remove the veils
from taboos in realms of health
the statements thrown into the crowd
that some may hear the cries for help.

The angst is channeled into art
honest efforts from the muse
the adept struggles to explain
with no guidebook to lead the way
creation seeks to share a life
the dark squirms to be revealed
don’t condemn the outcome’s breath
if the source is genuine.

All may see the aftermath
in the colored pixels on the screen
archived after tears are shed
even when the smiles return
at this point my heart is swelled
with the knowledge that others dwell
in the shadows, seeking light
carrying torches for fellow man.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170727.

Look to darkness for a laugh
chuckles pulled from the pain
sadness has a new lease
loneliness in the extreme
their companion is not light
when the absurd is brought forth
to contrast with absent joy
survival discards the empty smile

the void demands something else
on the altar of the felled lives
if existence must proceed
beyond the phantoms of deceit
monsters of direst dreads
provide the truths few accept
except when the veil is dropped
pulled from the rod to the floor

when holiness becomes absent
the profane will take its place
forcing choices among the scraps
some are better than the rest
a sacrifice is brought to bleed
as the basin collects the drops
an offering of darkest taint
extols the pure that it’s replaced.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190307.

Rotate the leaf to see the thorns
beneath the face turned to the sun
there you’ll find a secret font
waiting for a soul that hurts

the smallest spikes draw fresh blood
slicing skin once thought whole
dismemberment is not their goal
instead the harm is life restored

rivulets pressed into the flesh
they’ll leave a mark when held fast
this is desired when the world
would do much worst if allowed

distraction spun from nature’s bite
now temporary in the rush
forgetting comes from the depths
only visited, not permanent

the light shines far too bright
with a shame few would accept
now the shade offers aid
bleeding comfort from pain’s recruits.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180418.

The incredulous sometimes ask
why I dress as someone else
the answer is simplicity
I only dress as I see fit

identity comes from the self
blossomed in unique ground
producing flowers I embrace
though the colors are seen on high

while the cards may predict
circumstances of normal bent
stating ways that all walk
as the gospel from on high

still the joker has a say
asking for the luxury
to stake a claim for themselves
for the sake of honesty

the gods play with weighted dice
enough to claim they’re in the right
this is a farce you’ll realize
when the curtain is dislodged

though the rules may infer
that the world is black and white
this is a reference for the ones
that cannot see past their thumbs.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181130.

I wonder what the future brings
why the wall appears in front of me

the voyage should continue on
with promise based on what I’ve done

instead there is nothing I can see
while promises speak of leaving

goodbye would be the greeting there
when the prophecy has its way

all the contracts strongly disagree
dismissing augurs none should face

the fates surely hold my destiny
with love as the truest variant

so I’ll ask the imminent to be kind
as the barrier betrays my life.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170613.

Of all the things I’d like to forget
there is one that won’t relent
insisting that I bear witness
to the stranger now absent

pretending to be pertinent
something more than fevered dreams
even though waking does not commit
to supply the same to compensate

from the long ago and far away
a storyteller of top regard
liar liar pants on fire
asking favors that I can’t supply

inability becomes the song
notes applied to instruments
to which life is tone deaf
I appeal for deafness to descend

crystal clear in murkiness
decades past in the rear view
all too clear even while
the beauty lives across a void

this illusion I won’t pursue
though memories ask otherwise
taunting without due remorse
for the fool who should forget.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181210.

Average is as average does
asking all to do the same
for comfort’s sake please relax
it’s for the best that all regress
these pleadings from society
don’t rock the boat with your flare
or deviate from the standards set
who know the best for their world.

Strange beauty asks all to pause
considering standards seniors set
where peace of mind counts for more
than finding self outside of norms
avant-garde may be the term
to describe the breadth expressed
this discounts the true purpose
authenticate dreams made manifest.

Beneath the surface is much more
the wiring of the who we are
prompting genders to be expressed
stating lovers that fill the voids
intertwining the sum whole
all the parts, so many paths
how could the caring dismiss this
the intricate of God’s design?

The ones that used to be the peers
now left behind as consequence
when boundaries move beyond a room
once the closet that chained a soul
I’d ask no more of my friends
than to show their inner realm
put on display the magnificence
it’s for the best, the average quakes.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170805.

A life redacted is still lived
though out of sight from other men
cloaked from those not authorized
to know the secrets sanitized
by black blocks the veil is thick
illegible to all but the one
secrecy becomes the norm
symbols hidden from the eye.

Suppression follows the intent
concealment is the highest goal
hiding more than what is shown
objective chosen above all else
a slight of hand distracts the eye
from the iceberg that lies below
showing what the wizard wants
that tip of land above the plane.

Censorship is made by self
against society with many eyes
judging scorn heaped upon
those who share far too much
escape is made in the fog
with the edit quick to conceal
ready ammo put aside
from the jury quick to rule.

Revelation comes in glimpses
peeks revealed against the black
of a stamp applied to the rest
stating what shall be convert
a narrative that few will see
except in glimpses put to pen
I’ve said too much in this space
a life redacted I’ll still live.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170917.

Grace pursued me through the years
in the form of close friends
be they close enough to kiss
or at the end of nodding heads

each had a gift to impart
against which I sometimes fought
treasures are held within
even when if the mind demurs

all the years of sadness spawned
from the despair of waking life
melancholy of the heart
in place of joy that most command

often pushed to the side
that was the sickness you’ll understand
whispering lies that seem concrete
until my friends have their say

the greatest thanks goes to those
who persevere even when
my ideation is a daily crush
crushing life between the smiles

confirming value lost within
or just forgotten in the tears
confusion sheds with their love
the face of grace in my life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180929.

Blessed are curses as a path
to the riches in aftermath
before the bell tones at last
denying more while giving less

embraced by fools counting sins
there aren’t enough to contend
when the darkness felt within
consumes fair judgment for all men

the only saints that remain
are disguised in full regret
for the beasts that contrive
to enslave their lesser kind

animals that only know
troubles delivered by the gods
damnation sourced in mercy’s place
blessings lost on tilted scales.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190820.

Look to the beggar at the curb
respective of a walking corpse
a body sketched as if real
the clay transformed to walk about

a teardrop shed from the sky
to stain the ground in resolve
relics kept out of sight
like white marks made with bones

photograph the staid remains
respectable until the end
until the sober become drunk
looking to the gutter’s edge.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181121.

Imagine the monsters lay beyond
this is best for the mind
lest the cracks open up
in the realm of danger's cusp
to do otherwise would admit
evil lays close at hand
not in the form of conjured jinns
instead from plainness man distills

in response the authors state
fantasies beyond the shade
terrible visions to still the heart
while much worse lingers near
the sins are often all too real
depravity sometimes ill-concealed
spilling from base desires
to manifest in waking dreams

no devil of the holy tales
nor demons from horror yarns
can compare to living kin
in wickedness put upon
few contrive to best the hells
instead the monsters slowly morph
from the selfish tendencies
to something in the extreme

in the end the monsters fade
from the sight and the mind
to admit otherwise
would test the reason of the strong
sanity over naked truth
villains shift to fiction’s page
there they live outside of death’s domain
where they **** in waking strife.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190109.

The sufferer must have their match
the one to complete the dream
of feeling more than life can share
in the space of fevered dreams
while the lash may find its mark
accompanied by the scourge

there is a person who facilitates
the press of leather to the flesh
they feel no discomfort in the act
except to tire from the toil
the thrill must be somewhere else
this may be feared if not pure

beware the one who holds the leash
or snaps the crop to bring the pain
they may indulge in bad faith
even as they serve a need
beyond the veil of scenes played out
where does the urge to hurt extend?

what curtails the sadist's need
to bring distress to all things?
these are the questions of concern
that play across my yearning mind
a ******* during play
I’m wary of the opposite.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190122.

Another year has passed again
survival met with wishes pressed
in the sea of life’s span
present there to rise again
the currents wishing so much less
than existence bless to thrive

it’s not a given for these souls
to stay afloat among the waves
dark temptations aren't revealed
in the streams few may see
pulling victims into depths
with the hopes first to go

as the oxygen is removed
it’s just as likely a corpse will rise
break the surface to the surprise
of the crowd that gathers round
happy birthday becomes the prize
another year then survived

with intent to carry on
even while the odds seem stacked
congratulate the lucky one
as they plunge into the tidal crush
to flail about above the drag
waiting to cut the silver thread.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190620.

Freedom waits outside the walls
constructed to keep safe a soul
seeking more than life provides
when awareness at last arrives
the journey ends with a roar
is begun at the shore
of a land that does not serve
the traveler of different strokes

first the whispers nudge the boat
currents roaring deep below
pushing boulders in the dark
worlds are moved in result
on the surface the waves are slight
muted by persistent lies
society must constrain
misunderstood they can’t accept

determined winds then insist
catch the sails that invite
appetites beyond the shade
still the return is choice
before the tempest joins desire
decisions made beyond the mind
revelation becomes the storm
seeking lands beyond the norm

sea and soul merge as one
in the end the line is crossed
emancipated by the choice
comfort found in the core
verdict handed to a world
announcing truth now revealed
no longer safe in staid chains
freedom found outside of walls.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181020.

Imagination is confined
behind the bars of dogma’s ire
seeking freedom to run free
playing with the celebrants

fantastic dreams are stillborn
when they live in empty halls
supplicants ask their boon
from the Lords that hold the keys

many cried for relief’s balm
as the doors were barred within
curtains pulled to withhold
lurid light from those below

dreams are sought beyond the walls
empty promises without hope
when the muse is contained
encouragement is hard to find

these bulwarks defy the strong
artists starving for impulse
to achieve something more
than simple minds may suppose

in the end the ramparts stand
between the craftsman now denied
what they seek to conceive
no longer serving fantasies.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180609.

Look to the purpose of your life
from the hate or the love
there is a choice to be made
the reason to wake each day
when the balm of sleep arrives
life is reset for a time
only to revisit once again
the vexes that haunt everyone

differences are made all too plain
between yourself and the world
in greater number than most could count
this abuses passion’s stance
the status quo seeks to resist
deviations from a baseline
the norm is sought in each box
look to see there’s more than one

here’s the joke in God’s eye
why she laughs your choice
or is it he, or group of they
the pantheons defy small mankind
destiny in these hands
asks dispute in followers’ stead
variation could be the spice
or deadly poison for all involved

back to purpose of your life
outside of norms and dogma’s angst
hate or love in settlement
where the flag will be set
such resolve is waking’s challenge
from realm of sleep to consciousness
the choice to live is your own
which way to turn is soul’s resolve

2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180126.

Another post from the frontier
a distant realm I behold
far removed from this room
yet close enough to fill my world
electronic whispers I can’t ignore
echo across connecting wires
from the camera to my screen
repetition reveals a friend.

On vblog or shared broadcast
they’ll say hello with many themes
I celebrate what I hear
contrast is the joint mission
more than a stranger, less than a friend
perhaps one day they’ll know I care
concern extended is only felt
when I post comments with the rest.

With a click I’ll stretch my hand
raise my voice to speak above
one of many existing in
the gulf between here and there
the lines are blurred as I recede
into the crowd that fills the land
from local doorstep to far shore
yet close enough to fill my world.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170720.

Midnight’s edge is my friend
confidant I’ll not betray
holding secrets none shall know
if my ally is kept mute

not a lover, more than a friend
bless satellite I’ll hold dear
I know the sibling is removed
a surrogate is near at hand

behind the clouds that confuse
none may guess who they are
dreams are private in the mind
wisps that hide in sleep’s domain

seeker stalking what’s beyond
intimate is not the goal
unless the treasure is held bare
put to the hand before the eyes

still the orb pins the sky
darkened cotton in foreground
while the background is my goal
questing riddles of the mind

midnight will hold my trust
a path I’ll walk before sunrise
until that time I will commit
to the companion none may see.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170901.

Another turn has found its way
I'll mark this day with a poem
looking back at where I came
leaving words for coming years
as prose allows for stories told
I have several to disclose
echoing what I've written prior
in the stanzas to follow here.

Honesty is my downfall
the muse requesting far too much
from the poet seeking truth
found inside, revealed to you
what cannot speak in common words
the odes allow on lyric tongue
pressed to state all there is
who I am, what I love.

Both the good and the bad
the horrific and the glad
have sprung from pen, put to page
please forgive my tirades
while I view what God has wrought
put upon by our frailty
it is no wonder I am amazed
by the breadth of life's range.

I share to alert the world
they're not alone in their space
this is true, but there is more
as the poems speak to myself
asking for the forbearance
to hang on another day
stating all the whys I can't
to provide the will to live.

What's put here is for today
remembering where I've come from
why I do this these written acts
while the muse moves my hand
for one day I'll be silent
no longer press the quill to task
then you and I may look back
to see these words I write tonight.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170620.

They were my heart's snowflake
a symphony as they fell to earth
beauty wrapped in fragile wings

perfection I stoop to reflect
genuflection by flame's desire
treasure revealed, once concealed

spread to catch expecting breath
asking nothing but what may come
blessings pressed to my lips

captured to be set free
borrowed in rapt adoration
before coveted, now retrieved

uniqueness wrapped in rapture's arms
dwelling of my last intent
held within to taste the warmth

expressing what love may convey
forever in the seconds’ span
the small demise, beginning's end.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171122.

The years are absent from my world
taken harshly by my foe
though survived, because I’m here
they are gone from memory

ruins stand where I was
remnants standing against the tide
these I honor for what they are
a trailing path behind my back

there are the voids in the years
the wheel has turned, that’s it way
months to years, then decades
all that time my spirit strayed

back to the foe, the bold brigand
slinking through the long shadows
removing what was his to give
from the board of life’s bequests.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170606.

Threads connect beyond the shade
the domain where memories fade
lost as a price for the chance
to bind what will forever last

one lifetime is not enough
to explore the high and low
when the bonds justify
exchange of wrong and right

to find the linkage to explain
somewhere past the present day
look to the Moirai that allot
the varied spans from birth to death

from the spindle to the slash
friends and enemies have a place
the end result is a tapestry
the weave of destiny still unseen.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191227.

An eye’s color does not dictate
nor even vision to realize
lines and curves confirming space
when truer sight lays beyond

all are asked to discern
where they stand in this world
relative to kindred souls
or the ones that they oppose

the beauty waits beyond the eye
within the self and outward too
every inch or yard by measure
recognition is pleasure’s task

reflection of the purest form
in relevance of glamor’s grasp
echoes charm when they inform
every aspect shared by all

turn around to view yourself
irrespective from color’s stamp
there is utility in the stance
gazing far beyond one’s self

mirrors seen in those who stand
close enough to window souls
perhaps mismatch, perhaps the same
an eye’s color does not dictate.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171105.

How shall I respond to the natural order
bent to lastly harm itself?
an example of mankind’s folly
taken to heart by a sad student

the lesson states that struggle wastes
effort best put to laying down
when those in power will endeavor
to shape the world as they want

back to the ruin, the highest teaching
etched in stone by dripping scorn
this is the impression from outside
witness to conscious wanting more

screaming does little in the gulf
instead of seeming the wise one
alarm that’s raised is a motion
wasted against the incensed void

in this place I may find sanity
or I’ll loose what I have left
in the face of life’s betrayal
the latter will be the sad outcome

dust is found instead of gold
humanity’s gesture I’ll take to heart
acceptance of the choices made
with mine joined to make a royal flush.

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To fully fly would be a joy
leave this earth where I’m stuck
elevation by any means
becomes the greatest of all needs
this fondest wish is distressed
by the pull of nervousness
that pain is all that I’ll receive
firmly tied to sad dreams

the many snares of the self
taunts of worth that demean
one or another is enough
to reduce the strong as consequence
now multiplying in delight
a thousand cackles I’ll deny
finding strength to overcome
chains evoked from cold resolve

compounded by winds of time
a tempest asking far too much
if only life did not conspire
as the breeze becomes a storm
denying youth even as
pain is gifted to body’s span
as the memories are tossed about
in the cyclone of inner doubt

to those ends the sky awaits
by helpful drugs or risque ways
put aside the judging looks
when sanity finds a relief
both deliver for a time
supplying wings to lift clay feet
before the earth reclaims the one
that escapes to fly above.

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It's the wettest dream
put for forth by a patriarch
wishing to fulfill their appetites
while the female must submit
happiness is the highest goal
not for all, just his own
as the man rules all beheld
with his deity blessing all.

Look to pages of holy books
dogmas passed down by the elders
there you'll find the proof
asking gracious to kowtow
or should I say graciously
there may be no thankfulness
when little can be denied
to head of house, religious boss.

A universal order must exist
with one on top, if that's their wish
submission is the natural course
this ******* is home grown
humility is asked by his god
the mate's interests before his own
this is the theory put to test
when pleasure is taken with hot lust.

The yoke is kind, the load is light
dinner at 5:00 please the good wife
delivered up for the master's whim
based on welfare's pleasure and power's boon
in all things, praise the church
apologies cover transgressions' hurts
foul temptation is power's gift
easily satisfied by a velvet fist.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170427.

Yesterday I expressed
something more than living angst
this glimpse of joy realized
on the page before my eyes

the buoyancy was irregular
even as the fruit was glee
hinting needs beyond the norm
something more than hide and seek

that spot of brightness in the gloom
alleviation for past days
hinting more may arrive
if optimism was my charm

the clouds that opened will rebound
but while the shadow marks the ground
happiness is briefly glimpsed
in the fair words that I expressed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190329.

Escape is found by relevance
imbued by life's consequence
a search for more than less
beyond the lone human shell
building character is the goal
personality more than a ghost
self made solid by building blocks
dogma filling in the chinks.

A cast of thousands or much less
it matters not when they meet
brotherhood of that welcomes all
the easy net to catch a soul
this village of the bless and ******
some have sanction to express
the greatest goals of life’s progress
while others are held in chains.

Experience seeks like travelers
to walk against the enemies
more fearsome in a crowd
only one is multiplied
terror struck by the mob’s bent
power gained when it was lost
striking down the lesser man
to rise above sad origins.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170829.

In the space between myself
where I’d like to sometime be
is the greatest fear I’d find
or the power to rise above

consider terror to be the same
as the unknown put upon
a traveler meant to walk beyond
the far horizon not yet crossed

through forest of bizarre plants
ferns with faces, pines with hats
flowers with a thousand shades
longing faces turned the sun

the animals are even worse
maybe men before they turned
could the pilgrim become same
if will is weak at journey’s end?

a chasm waits at road’s end
with one way to cross beyond
look for the bridge kept within
turn fright aside to fight the dread

aspiration is the fuel
to fire desires, to bridge a fall
inspiration provides the planks
to see the land where I’ll fly.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170421.

Grace expressed through prison walls
not the ones with barb wired tops
instead I refer to humanity
an illness I desire to depart

captive to the mortality
both the path and the cage
reflections shared by heart and mind
bars that enclose the muse’s slave

the essence longing to be revealed
joint ownership I’ll convey
of the worse that pain will bring
and the heights of joy’s lament

perhaps the gods will not mind
that I tattle on the truth concealed
behind the trials they contrive
hoops to jump for salvation’s sake

these are my yoke to bear
convenience gained for reason lost
twisting in a wind made by a world
that I wish to impress before I go

beyond my days the fame may come
something more than baying words
I’ll not care if that’s alright
my grace will be freed from prison walls.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 201710278

When my words relate despair
a scratching pen stating woe
it’s no wonder that people turn
avert their eyes from lack of joy
I wish this were not the case
a happy world asks for more
just know that sadness has a worth
madness cloaking healing touch.

Sometimes life is full of walls
erected high, the stuff of lies
whispering deceit to our ears
that trials of life are solitaire
into this my words intrude
stating loud of hardship shared
participation is the norm
to common ills we all endure.

The other balm affirms my life
when thirst for doom is allayed
the chronic need is satisfied
to end it all, remove the hurt
by turn of letters,  a poet’s cure
the muse's license removes stigma
in that space I can relate
of life's struggles felt inside.

Drama is not my base intent
though the words may relate
to the matters in my life
of life and death, moving forth
railing against life’s restraints
both in my life and outward felt
combining to crush a soul
that’s what I share, the brunt of it.

2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170707.

I met you and I knew
with no doubt in my mind
a future waited to be had
you were to be the only one
matching parts that would fulfill
questing gaps in my soul

listen to this beseeched rant
uttered once before you go
a message I have weighed
in the dark where thoughts play
between the spaces of pure joy
when you were absent from my world

the reason for this certitude
matters little to my soul
the impossible matters not
the end is the same to me
dark mood consumes me whole
remedy removed from my hands

you would complete me
fill the whole of inner space
puzzle pieces come as one
in life's grand scheme
and now this hole will remain
this vacancy at my core

the thrashing of a wanting heart
grounded wings of fervent love
shaking fists at the divine
knowing you wish to far
this maze of mirrors that frustrate
so close perhaps but now so far

you’ve become unattainable
I’ll speak no more with my words
tears blind my eyes and choke my throat
as intentions tear my heart
leave before I’m totally lost
sincerely the one not meant to be.

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

There is a secret this life conceals
behind the rush of harsh travails
with the decisions made in haste
best laid plans sure to fail
change is all we have to grasp
when the day moves to night
rest may come to some men
before the cycle begins again.

Serenity is the precious gift
received by self when life submits
to those things that will not shift
even when effort is manifest
it’s not that will is too weak
or that justice is ignored
instead consider the universe
has other plans to be fulfilled.

Courage on the other hand
musters forth when needed most
remedy for ills of man
savior to the trampled ones
though the effort may be hard
easy is the Devil's child
when the saints ask for more
as the shifts demand effort.

Here is the puzzle I mentioned
the secret sauce to next action
knowing when to stand aside
or when to jump to shift the world
wisdom is that question mark
or better yet, the answer said
to know the difference between the two
this is God's gift to those who hear.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170602.

Seek a life beyond the dance
that span of staid circumstance
those tunes clinging to the past
embracing moves now long lapsed

classics are spun once again
look beyond that tired domain
cantos to tradition’s rut
now a dirge too many trust

ten thousand steps in unison
once thought to be jubilant
now a procession without end
for the march of the condemned

the dance may still exist
harmony instead of the old dread
if vitality seeks its own song
before the sounding of life's gong.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200225.

Solace waits in solitude
seclusion spawning quiet balm
without loneliness that most confuse
with the absence of chatter’s tongue

perhaps the babble has a place
in the span of life’s charade
still a peace is clearly sought
to find safe harbor from the lot

if only pundits did not implore
filling space with their discord
embracing conflict without regard
for the victims of their careless harm

strident statements across the gap
separating friends from foe
this sad illusion of the need
to win by yelling with deceit

an escape will lead to realms
where the mute are resident
each in their own calm abode
without input from the crowd

a humble salve without effort
this silent measure at last found
now a hush fills the void
forever voiceless in its joy.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190603.

If the future was more kind
without misfortune few deny
perhaps the fear would be removed
from procreation of blessed broods

the call to family some resist
is the outcome of that persists
when grandparents have condemned
the world resulting from their sins

inheritance should be boon
instead the cliff clearly looms
the edge within sight of all
only dooms the tender ones

the elders who will fall away
are the ones that had betrayed
now future parents hesitate
to set a sentence of doomed fate.

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