Distance found is freedom gained
no one caring about my fate
when the day arrives at last
I'll slip away, find my peace

in that wake the world will shrink
the spaces closed when I'm gone
where now I see empty space
that's where attention will be paid

in the deeds, dissecting words
all these clues left behind
stating why I chose to run
still mysterious if understood

it's the malady in my head
now neurotic in my old age
with connections to childhood
blossoming rich, sowing ruin

now I'll take the distance found
though illusion, it's my grace
an excuse to wreck the world
that didn't ask for this reward.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170615.

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.

Another day spent on the earth
waking in the sight of God
success ringing with the dawn
another chance to make the art

there is the thing that drives my craft
when I don’t write to vent
in the angst to purge a soul
and that’s to script in quest of love

this revelation is my calling
so I may feel the same within
passion shared to all beloveds
returned in equal is the hope

this dream begins with mere words
spun from thoughts I’d like to share
that others are not alone
in my mirror spun with poems

this achievement comes each day
art’s indulgence finding grace
in the realm beyond my walls
love expressed and then returned

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170612.

An empty dance floor
the music has stopped
in time’s lonely halls
in this one today
I see in my mind
and feel in my heart
the reason I move
to celebrate life.

It’s found in the tunes
the moment is near
poised on the brink
again I’ll touch God
bring down the Heavens
where I was before
with angels as partners
to bliss this low earth.

The band takes the stage
hard silence will cease
a reason to live
returned once again
I’ll turn my face
to find new partners
my ears will open
to hear the bless notes.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170611.

Forgive me for my manic gaze
an obsession others may dismiss
when my words spill to page
sacrilege to the common man

when they look to their dismay
to my focus, what I write
of injustice to the few
or feeling pride in who am

one phrase may have a dozen sides
theirs and mine, why must we fight?
I’ll seen mine from past’s insight
others from dogma’s guiding light

while others will wonder why
I resist bless overtures
because to pilgrims I am lost
a sinner to their sanity

the manic gaze lingers still
in this last stanza I’m still lost
I’ll bid my time to share the world
with those who wish to save my soul.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170608.

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.

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.