Arch the back to receive the blow
one is followed by many more
never enough to fill the void
when discomfort is pleasure's source

many types are drawn to hurt
both the sinners and the saints
each with a need deep within
to receive the benefits

tears accompany the sad relief
something felt at long last
proven by the aftermath
borne by welts and stinging flesh

this happy leave of sanity
an excuse to lunacy
by invitation of the lapping scourge
is abhorrent to the common folk

they mutter that it is abuse
torture if the truth is said
still the adherents return again
finding mercy in the pain

vulnerability to the extreme
when the barriers are no more
between a world of few regrets
and connection of the whip.

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In tomorrows beyond this time
awaits a door with my name
with grief as the chosen stain
embolden in a crimson font

this portal should be closed
barred to all who walk the earth
lest they fall victim to the spell
allowing the door to be unveiled

that one-way journey to the beyond
marked by the passage sadly sought
now too visible upon the hearth
when the rest become defunct

consumed by darkness with no return
this is tomorrow without reserve
I’ll pass the days until that time
seeking a way to avoid the fall.

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The headstones mark the homes
of those who have left this world
even as they still exist
with the semblance of mortal life
now their tombs hoard the dark
like the miser storing gold

there was a time for death
putting aside the painful parts
sadly the sum may hold life
away from the prying light
asking bones move about
when ashes hold their fire

what's thought dead will remain
in the cold comfort of the grave
unless the spark is given hope
when the lid is opened up
allowing something more than grief
beyond the press of misery.

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I dreamt I crossed the bridge
to arrive where I’d begun
gender matched as consequence
when the subject came to love

taking favors from the same
matching grace in the exchange
with no guilt or reticence
for the pleasure then possessed

embracing lovers from a place
of adoration some abhor
affection that came naturally
sadly discouraged by the whole

it mattered not behind the veil
where acceptance was assured
echoing what’s known inside
on the canvas of pleasured dreams.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190113.

Yesterday I expressed
something more than living angst
this surprised even me
with ink as memory
shared with a waiting world
those some words put to page

stated in poetic verse
the quick hope that soon expired
as the sun began to set
the buoyancy was aberrant
even as it is was blessed
flash in the pan before the night

lost as the day began again
with the weight of history
a glimpse through art’s recall
spot of brightness in the gloom
the consolation of the past
now absent in the present time.

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The bees fly through the fields
the birds alight in the trees
with the displaced at the gate
looking at the verdant scene

the time of year is firmly fixed
upon the dial at warm seasons
without admission of the rest
leading up to winter’s breath

delightful colors on petals’ limbs
only feel the sunny heat
the orb above favors them
providing homage to its kin

still the chill is realized
beyond the spread of flower’s realm
asking those who stand outside
to know they’ll never feel the warmth

this envied corner of the bees
denies the company of the gray
longing for the honeyed fields
now only feel a deep dismay

frosty drifts from snowy peaks
causing trees to shrug their leaves
an icy realm beyond the gate
with full sight of the spring.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190111.

Plant a tree from a seed
with the intent to pass away
before the fruits are obtained
from tall bows in future’s place
the lowly sprouts of this year
are no more when we’ve expired

these fragile pledges of future growth
defying tillers of the soil
in our place are mighty trunks
once so tiny in their youth
with a lifespan beyond compare
survive long after senior folk

shade will prevail at long last
after seasons come to pass
removing sun from the sky
even as it rules above
one at a time the cycles turn
prompting arbors to transform.

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