I'm the king of a distant land
adjacent to those of friends
with one difference I'll point out
it’s the spirits I embrace

filled with ghosts all can see
reality for the rest of them
yet they haunt my waking life
too visible yet still not there

hands extended and then felt
by my fellows and my chums
while only breezes touch my skin
when the same tries to caress

intangible to my dismay
tears more real than coddled love
when the veil becomes too sheer
ephemeral becomes the norm

this royalty sits on a throne
alone with only shadows held
phantoms hover close to mind
while the same is near at hand

perhaps in time I’ll step down
join my friends away from spooks
no longer will the visions haunt
enfold the world when spirits bolt.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171019.

I was at a dance, feeling separated the other attendees.   A friend noticed my condition and asked if I was OK.  I begged off, saying I was tired.    “On A Throne” is about the experience.

Recollection was on the path
from the thought of who we are
with the past as the route walked
to the now in front of us

then came mad gibbering
ghosts evoking their shrill cries
casting doubt on today
placing veils I must displace

resemblance asked against the whole
of those who came before
bears the fruit of tainted trees
when the judge is memory

a comparison to recall's fog
is less solid than clouds above
yet it's the measure to ones before
this norm for stating what will come

judgment granted against bygone times
the harm, the joy, the rest of life
disregards the blessed now
the only way of the future paths.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171018.

“Fruit of Tainted Trees” was inspired by the Anaïs Nin quote, “I do not recall anyone to whom you bear the slightest resemblance. You remind me only of yourself…”.  I took the “recalling anyone” and turned it into the larger recalling of the past.  While the past seems to be a predictor of the present, the judgment of people based on the past is a problematic activity.

There is a battle I’ll reveal
between two sides that want the same
happiness sought to fulfill
the breadth of life in expanse

there’s a brawl between soldiers
one below and one above
contending for the common ground
exacting ruin with each stroke

weaponized by good intent
the conflict wracks internal space
disrupting breath that I desire
choosing paths beyond the now

each engaged in my employ
taking turns to steer the course
if only they would pull as one
provoking calm instead of strife

drawing blood with each stroke
first the reason, then ardor
I’ll never know which is best
a thousand scratches on my soul

the same master requests both
to make peace instead of war
pull together against a world
that cares little of this contest

between the head and the heart
there’s a battle every day
happiness should be the goal
if the contest was not a duel.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171017.

“The Contest” was inspired by the “Sex in the City” quote, “there’s a battle between what we know and what we feel”.

I dream here
of right and wrong
the darkest worlds
and blessed life
moving forward
stuck in the now
wishing more
than what I have
letting go
too much of that
evil ways
I hope the best
for dear friends
hid enemies
a world lost
then realms gained
betrayal marked
loyal comrades
in fevered visions
chimera’s hope.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171016.

“Chimera’s Hope” is about polarities of life.  It was inspired by a Tumblr meme with the words “I Dream Here”.

Beauty is life’s will-o-wisp
luring many to their doom
or distraction at the least
from the path of consequence
it has a purpose, that’s for sure
copulation to survive
as a race that still depends
on two to make the little babe
still the gods would advise
walk away from comeliness
once the goals have been birthed
because the rest will drive you mad.

Society feeds the half-lie
a never ending cavalcade
conveyor belt that’s always fed
with succulent that then decays
what came before was enough
only in the moment’s blush
then fading to be replaced
by fresh meat, union’s call
presented by the tycoons
wanting more than sanity
dollars piled in tall stacks
by libidos they have fanned.

The seduction is complete
I’ve walked into the dire swamp
where once I was far too young
blind to the paths that promised all
now I sense where I stand
it’s to late to reap rewards
though I doubt if I could
back in the day, the past years
even then the beauty stirred
just as now, my present life
in the marsh beyond the course
destruction lures a mortal soul.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171015.

I can’t deny that beauty infests my world.  It is present in so many ways.  The poem “Life’s Will-o-Wisp” is about aspects of this existence.

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.

The poem “Harsh Charms” was inspired by a  Laurie Halse Anderson quote: “I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here”.

To sketch or paint is enough
when a call is in the heart
to put on page the innerspace
inspired by feelings of the day

the groove is found in the ink
expressed for sake of artistry
crafting substance from nothing
by drawn lines and paint’s tint

a scratch of pen is the start
marker’s swath with a line
boundaries set by the mind
blueprint of what’s to come

blending lines into swirls
simple structures built upon
depictions hinted in outline
a picture forming by design

overlapping towards the goal
expressing God in our sight
by the virtue of a blueprint
illustration of the dream

building worlds all may see
ambition authored by a pen
or the pigments of a brush
to sketch or paint is enough.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171013.

A friend has been celebrating their “Inktober”, a nearly daily expression of sketches.  They sketched one based on one of my photographs.  The end product inspired me to write “To Sketch or Paint”.
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