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poetryaccident Aug 2017
The right answer is happiness
said The Buddha long ago
this is not the present case
on this day of sadness' place
if the ‘I’ is fully removed
ego discarded for the good
then the wanting is put aside
what will be left in a mind?

Repose is portend there
commitments dropped from my back
promises made on ego's chit
finally disregarded at long last
if only this could be the way
life has attachment beyond longing
or is it the web that all construct
binding egos for humanity?

The wheel is turned by all souls
chained to duties at love's request
that task master of cruel repute
trading despair for loyalty
society must continue on
regardless of how I sort myself
to drop an 'I' or discard want
why must the outcome come to this?

If I could in love's firm grip
move beyond this ego's grasp
happiness would be my end
put down the wants of this life
lay my body to the grave
though most would disagree
dear Buddha why is this so
did you consider depression's toil?

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170808.
A friend shared the following in a meme:

A man once told The Buddha "I want happiness".  The Buddha replied, "First remove 'I', that's ego talking.  Then remove 'want', that's desire. And now all you're left with is Happiness".

This is meant to lift the heart.  It had another meaning to me.  The poem “Depression’s Toil” describes the destination.
poetryaccident Aug 2017
the cuts are too deep to hide
hot reaction comes to the front
hard earth is bent to satisfy
pain deposited in the soul

many hands took to the task
to slice incisions into life
with the victim left alive
still breathing with desire to die

taint etched on God’s vessel
asking Hell to take the lead
with one avenue left to walk
spreading rage before the end

it’s no wonder the anger waits
brought by those who take vengeance
if you doubt why this should be
look to the cuts that still bleed

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170807.
“Too Deep to Hide” was written in response to seeing a YouTube video.  The presenter said that she felt that she wasn’t a misandrist because she was reacting to a lifetime of abuse by misogynists.  I felt there was some truth there.  This could be applied to some men, those stated they aren’t misogynists because they are reacting as traumatized victims.  With that said, I suspect that men are far (far) outnumbered in these respects.
poetryaccident Aug 2017
Excuse me while I art the day
perform the tasks some call play
by writ of pen or palm of hand
producing pleasure many rue
don’t measure craft against minutes
what’s been made is trivial
papers made to rule the world
the hallowed part of nine to five.

The muse does not promise much
than to prompt ideas to bloom
with few profits to bank before
efforts toiled before the show
when compared to nine to five
creation moves by different rules
manifesting both terror’s face
and sheer beauty that all relate.

Into this realm you may walk
assume a distance during rants
unless you relate with my pain
or dance the same with glee’s delight
please take my hand if you will
we’ll journey forth to pass the time
creativity will show the way
excusing us to art the day.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170806.
“Art the Day” is about the pursuit of artistic efforts.  The “payback” may be minimal or even negative.   I used to play games on my consoles, but not now!   My free time is taken up with either poetry or photographs.  The writing takes at least an hour a day.   The pics are could consume weeks if I manage to catch up on the back-log.  What do I get out of these efforts other than a “drain” on my free time?   The benefits are much more than the monetary alternatives!
poetryaccident Aug 2017
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 dear friend was told that they were trying too hard to be unique.  This was said of a person who I know is incredibly individual in identity, expression, and potential.   I, and others, came to my friend’s side.  My take was that world sometimes isn't ready for the true breadth, and beauty, of uniqueness.   “Average Quakes is about the sources and challenges of being honest with self-identity and self-expression.  I do truly applaud those who can surmount “average is as average does”.
poetryaccident Aug 2017
Child of dance and musics' light
smile imbued with quick delight
by note or step the world is found
within the heart fresh with life

the world is yours to explore
from near to far in their due time
first to walk, then to ride
before the move to the stars

the martial path was bypassed
replaced with a passion to excel
secure the calling as the boss
vocation’s pull beyond this sight

the curtains lift as I watch
a bystander to the smile
that asks the sun to stand aside
removing need for the house lamps

perhaps I’ll see where this goes
or I won’t, the wheel will tell
the youth to senior in due time
still of dance and music’s light.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170804.
“Child of Dance” was inspired by a friend.
poetryaccident Aug 2017
Lessons come at their own pace
some have more, some have less
the most challenged have no fault
for the burdens that pile upon
one on the other, encumbrance
doled to see who will break
as the targets look for cause
wondering why the hammer drops.

Severity is the divine joke
just grin and bear under the load
God has deemed to dole it out
or did the Devil assume control?
a story tells sanction asked
the one who lies was set to task
another reason is brought to mind
humanity is the foe found.

Mistakes are made against this veil
karma has the bill in hand
with an outcome few desire
pain amplified as consequence
the reaper comes as last resort
though too often as disease
by slow neglect or same intake
both are life’s antagonist.

When the heavens and the hells
pile on the back the burden’s toil
avoid the paths that fate a price
embrace the lessons you must take
self-awareness is hard earned
surviving falls to climb back
all’s not lost in agony
the sun will rise with dawn’s start.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170801.
“Dawn’s Start” is about suffering, sourced from intentional and fated sources.
poetryaccident Aug 2017
In waking life I have a dream
of three slugs put to skull
this is a fantasy I'll admit
because only one would do the trick

in my dreams I find escape
calm is found with visitors
transients blurred by shifting scenes
seeming normal in nightly realms

then I wake from torpid bliss
find myself within the chains
ternary dreads await the soul
that drifts among the lucky ones

the sleeping hours ignore this theme
the trilogies are heavenly
with no taint of deepest angst
asking balm by three times fired.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170731.
“Three Slugs” is a very dark poem contrasting the struggle of waking life with that of calming sleep.
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