I’m now driven to have a voice
turned to share with Kings and serfs
with the former in charge of change
ruling latter by force of will
while the common may share my pain
bent to meet their master’s fears
it’s to the Lords that I’ll submit
rhyming tomes of spoken verse

at first I put the words to page
quatrained statements in the wind
stating truth that few did read
when given choice to turn away
even when the ink was blood
sourced from wounds I sought to tell
these relics from a bygone age
were as feathers in gusting rain

a voice broke out into the void
first a whisper and then a roar
demanding hue from all around
especially those behind their walls
the verbal hammer molded iron
crafting tools that shattered realms
where the Nobles sat above
these unwilling are dragged to court

my pointed tongue condemns their lot
as truth is told through God’s true face
by their mouth the veil is ripped
tumbling Kings to their fates
this high claim may be too much
wishful boasting from a sad bard
still I’ll state the minds of serfs
while damning sins the Kings commit.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180514.

The here and now share a trait
a chortling joke of divine strain
forever lasting and still obtuse
missed by minors below that grade
dire odds are cast to tease the fool
presented by same to sooth the mind
assume that one will follow the other
even though history denies the dream

first the assumption measures the now
this clear understanding of what should be
set on foundation of shifting sand
engulfing the fantasies most closely held
this doesn’t matter when castles are mist
with bricks made of vapor consumed in the dawn
assumed to be real by twilight appeal
that realm of landscapes behind sleep’s blurred veil

the future compounds the quiet delusion
designed by the leaders with hidden agendas
not truly evil though this may be muddled
by conflicting motives of equally sad fiction
‘walk there and do that’ becomes the shared mantra
they can be same when past is confusion
splitting and merging in their collisions
each asking flesh with full committal

don’t lose your faith with my words of discernment
railing against the abuse of the soul
the jest lays outside of permission
when truth only serves the master’s whim
the less is found in this awareness
as roads are detoured for what’s more precious
with all due chances of humor’s bliss
circling from now to future’s poor fiction.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180513.

If I could stand as a spark
scant example to like minds
this existing becomes too small
to have some meaning beyond this shell
my slight ember is too weak
to purge the darkness of dire ills
dispassion banished from this plane
is fever dream of dogma's slaves

a mere breeze would be enough
to ***** the vibrance from my life
even as I find my way
shining brighter and still fragile
contrary views are manifest
combining raging tempest winds
with inferno’s appetite
claiming all who choose to fight

against the scourge of normative
intolerant asking for the right
to crush their fears by any means
resulting gloom is victory
half a bubble, if not more
my defiance from the mark
a small candle in these words
inviting other to share their light

the combined will not be squelched
no matter what their urgent wish
tyrants rage when they’re denied
when the stage is shared by all
clustering sparks against our doom
illuminate what many share
celebrate with blinding fire
whose who stand at my side.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180512.

The acts I perform in pursuit
of the core of who I truly am
are secondary to what’s behind
franker realms that define

the spectrums direct how I bend
observing beauties in my world
this is a filter for God’s grace
the executed shaded thus

these outward deeds may conflict
with the norms of other folk
even as the source is same
prompting acts they dismay

truest love observes the heart
affections lead the physical
feelings prompting what then trails
affirming passions felt within.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180511.

When the monsters gather round
all too ready to devour
I seek safety in the shrinking light
while the danger consumes me whole
I'd rather perish from this place
escaping by means that should not be
than meet the shadows that would consume
certitude of happiness.

Anxieties can hold sway
over souls too hurt to try
bleeding from a thousand cuts
the gaping wounds I now ignore
this greatest laugh of them all
to be a failure in public's eye
is seen less than efforts put
to cleaning up the shattered past.

The bitter pill is swallowed fast
steel barrel put down the throat
marking breaks from monsters round
it's all to sad they'll multiply
celebrating their winning taint
result of my giving up
leaving battles that can't be won
by the survivors left behind.

My escape could be enough
serenity found outside of life
I'll tell myself this greatest lie
while monsters gather I cannot fight
I pretend that I'm OK
anxiety absent on the bright days
this would be true if the sun shown
instead of gloom where I walk.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180510.

Three by three becomes my world
the precipice to the beyond
has a step to stop pain
another square that calls my name

always there within my sight
siren to wounded soul
with the taunt of cold relief
in two tons moving past

this narrow place of sanity
sorrow reigns in spaces left
cognizance is betrayed
by the tears then exclaimed

all the spectrums become one
celebration has been squashed
by the fool that stands outside
on the last stop I'd like to take

a single step off from the nine
the ending place for my world
with no turning back against the push
three by three I should have stayed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180509.

When the void lays beyond
down a path none may avoid
this one-way trek to the outside
rushes forward to meet all

around the curve of the path
the soul staggers to stand upright
chains imprison those who fly
flanked by walls none can climb

behind the door bound in iron
greatest barrier known to man
defying those who may explore
thick as smoke when we fall

the destination is far beyond
still too close in moment’s breath
by the grace some may persist
while others fall between the cracks

cloaked behind firm beliefs
that state unknowns none shall see
until they cross beyond our sight
without a voice to verify

some will stumble towards the edge
while others run the opposite
time will test the rebel hearts
dark reward is the escape.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180508.