A cloak of silence is my balm
from the madness of the mob
a world lost unto itself
while derangement is the norm

to step aside is for the best
at least in regards to sound's impact
while words are honed to razor's edge
seeking blood in hearts of stone

already bubbles sustain the storm
my own should join as consequence
asking all to respect the mark
roundly ****** by half the world

there is no promise that I'm sane
if factions prove their ruling claims
what's known to me is fallacy
by the knowledge of partisans

now only music can provide
the only beauty god contrived
this struggles on to hold reason
while the noise seeks to win

selective deafness will secure
isolation before the purge
hearing nothing but my mind
screaming eulogies to the beyond.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190129.

The crowd asked why it should be
another one lost to tragedy
while the sun still shined above
hid behind clouds of anguished doubt
this flood of concern is too late
the showers fell in twilight's eye
now the skies reflect the mood
with the promise of another flood

the warning signs were plentiful
like blades fallen from autumn trees
too many to address singularly
a summing raking is more exact
each little death accounted for
the crumpled victims of season's change
dropping in a silent sprinkling
until the leaves have ceased to be

the blinking light in the marsh
a will-o-wisp foretelling doom
ignored by those of sound mind
luring the rest into the paths
there the brightness was blinding
no longer twinkling far away
instead the siren's lantern shone
across the marsh of no return

thus the leaves and the lights
are the warnings seen too late
because they take an awful price
when the end has come and gone
the crowd may ask why it should be
with the omens left to taunt
crystal clear in hindsight
once hid behind the anguished doubt.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190128.

If I could shout for a day
count the hours with my shrieks
I’d be hoarse before the calm
descends upon my jagged mind

twisted past the balance point
the brain descends upon itself
with small quiet as a bomb
waiting for explosion’s balm

this awakes the greater harm
if the silence must be held
this ability to cease the cries
comes too sadly with a price

once the pain begins to sound
there is no ceasing afterward
forever droning plaintive cry
echoes without comfort’s kind

now the need is kept inside
while emotion kills the soul
bleeding from the wounds within
without recourse to sounding out

this secret is my mute fortune
hoping none must bear the noise
I’ll keep from shouting for a day
instead I’ll die to for quietude.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190127.

Gender flows from a source
a sacred premise sometimes flawed
still the whole relies upon
these qualities to state the world
asking some to twist their selves
for the comfort of the whole
seeking forms that fit staid molds
constructed by the status quo

blue or pink for each side
align with bits of body parts
stamped on the consciousness
as anatomy has its say
usurping nature deep inside
peeping out in inner thoughts
prompting those who disagree
to fight the fixed society

the binary is a start
there are some who mix the two
or disavow a single bond
these expressions are allowed
more often the lanes are crossed
to find a truth that coincides
with a nature beyond the flesh
that forms the body felt incomplete

this is compared to those who veer
to the side that is their truth
gender flowing to be resolved
with touch of lace or something else
gender moves back and forth
outside the realm of normative
while the twisting calms the self
of the one that feels its touch.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190126.

At all times the word is ‘stop’
before an urge is set upon
those four letters instead of two
is the gospel to be pursued
this due caution in the face
of hot lust is preferred
because the outcome does less harm
than what could happen in lieu of it

even as the key is held
near at hand by the lock’s hole
the door must be forever barred
for the honor of all involved
even as the eyes turn to gaze
wishing more than life may grant
never room for dalliance
this is the way of the astute

an internal voice that is discreet
reminding all of their place
this frank refrain rings the ears
within the realm of boundaries kept
this is the path that caution takes
respecting those outside of bounds
always there to remind again
a stop is better than a bad go.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190125.

Here's a drink to the lost
in the beverage of their choice
be it drenched in alcohol
or absent the sotted brew

each absence is trifling
taken in the world's wide breadth
what's now wandered far a field
denies attention by the pleb

a crowd of thousands mill about
ignoring each in their stead
this is the illusion beyond the cheers
draw the curtains against their shrill

there are a few that are too real
even though they're now only ghosts
haunting halls in memory
denying balm of thoughtlessness

these gaps are notable
when a seat becomes a void
where once the cheer was embraced
by dear ones now removed

so raise a drink to these souls
in the beverage of their choice
we'll get sloshed because we can
in memory of missing friends.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190124.

Here's a drink to the lost
in the beverage of their choice
be it drenched in alcohol
or absent the sotted brew

each absence is trifling
taken in the world's wide breadth
what's now wandered far a field
denies attention by the pleb

a crowd of thousands mill about
ignoring each in their stead
this is the illusion beyond the cheers
draw the curtains against their shrill

there are a few that are too real
even though they're now only ghosts
haunting halls in memory
denying balm of thoughtlessness

these gaps are notable
when a seat becomes a void
where once the cheer was embraced
by dear ones now removed

so raise a drink to these souls
in the beverage of their choice
we'll get sloshed because we can
in memory of missing friends.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190124.