Some dance to remember
the past that's already gone
cast to the realms that are beyond
some dance to forget
the pain that still remains
as fresh as the pouring rain

recalls born of life's troubles
healed by the lyrical cure
if only for the span of a song
soon to only fade away
lost as it is gained
in the whispers to the wind

recollections may be denied
or pursued with each step
as the soiree is embraced
illusion in the shared beat
don’t assume it’s the same
when needs are finally met

each memory asks for its balm
soothed by loss or by gain
something pure in each refrain
asking another to be played
partners found to be held
if only to stay in that place.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190311.

Apply the fetish with intent
or submit with bent desire
both are sides of the coin
paid to stoke the thankful *****
the once forbidden steps aside
to the path of craving’s want
asking only that all involved
play their part in the charade

predilection is the term
for what’s desired in the heart
a slight taunt of the world
to satisfy the steady burn
stoking fires by give and take
shunting shame in their wake
none shall regret the aftermath
when the culprits are ourselves

a shot follows the trigger pulled
two may play in this duel
maybe more if there’s a crowd
prompting hoots for much more
faint utility left behind
whispers of what was meant
and all that’s left is lust’s desire
that adherents won’t deny.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190310.

Proximity expands the world
without distractions that intrude
judgments spawned by the eye
dissolve when truth is realized
denying lies that dissuade
connections blessed as consequence
invoking joy where pundits taunt
their ignorance is paramount

that pettiness of life spent
marking scores inside the mind
would deny the status found
in an embrace some would reject
they measure beauty with false hope
that vision knows the hidden realms
while denying the greater need
to feel another while we live

when the intimate is understood
divine touch transcends the flaws
the latter being ephemeral
illusion cast to the side
imperfections melt away
if they were there anyway
when the treasure is revealed
in comforts clasped without regret.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190309.

I danced with eyes fully shut
on the edge of life’s crevice
in the arms of the one
who risked it all to join the fun

the depths were ten thousand feet
promising doom upon impact
or an inch if I’m honest
still the act was filled with fraught

failure was part of the jaunt
always there as an option
with the promise to instruct
those who knew that life could turn

just like the moves to and fro
not all of them will properly flow
knowing truth should prevail
the breadth evokes consequence

some will falter by disconnect
others by the straying touch
as the partners move about
with shared intent in the dance

fully closed asks so much
perfection in failure’s grasp
crossing bridges that connect
one to another without regret.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190307.

Look to darkness for a laugh
chuckles pulled from the pain
sadness has a new lease
loneliness in the extreme
their companion is not light
when the absurd is brought forth
to contrast with absent joy
survival discards the empty smile

the void demands something else
on the altar of the felled lives
if existence must proceed
beyond the phantoms of deceit
monsters of direst dreads
provide the truths few accept
except when the veil is dropped
pulled from the rod to the floor

when holiness becomes absent
the profane will take its place
forcing choices among the scraps
some are better than the rest
a sacrifice is brought to bleed
as the basin collects the drops
an offering of darkest taint
extols the pure that it’s replaced.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190307.

I'll dress the dandy to transcend
the disconnect I'm forced to embrace
by the virtue of gender's stamp
applied at the time of birth
a joke that's secret from the crowd
who assume the normative
a standard lived by the crowd
except those who fight the odds

the dice was rolled by the gods
a mold removed from the shelf
into the latter I was poured
with snake-eyes on the die
this departure moved with stealth
a theme repeated through the years
into the realm of decades' span
until I resolved to respond

acknowledgment was far to slow
the baby steps now comical
even as friends observed
something forming in front of them
in hind-sight the deed was done
with understanding far behind
until at last the consciousness
understood the schemes of life

still society would have a say
given what they had at stake
awareness begged me to step away
from the contracts that held sway
the ink becomes a rigid bond
with blood just as strong
demanding due to the chains
fighting freedom now held true

the response to this cage
identity lost to the rules
is to bend my present style
towards what I’m now denied
the splash of glam will come across
with a dash of dandy and then some
winking broadly until that day
my gender is stated for all to see.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190306.

I've already put the pen to page
extracted emotion as the ink
for the angst that dwells within
seeking avenues to be dispersed
the sadness mixed with anger’s bent
was too much to be expressed

when the efforts would surely lead
to destruction of the grave
in that breach I’ve instead
stated pain and so much more
wanting freedom from my gloom
creating text instead of doom

weighty tomes have been produced
if the reader stoops to explore
the hoary depths I’ve explored
posting them on the web
the resulting works are arrayed
filled with words that explain

what came before is the same
as the day now elapsed
these volumes by the muse’s hand
collections stacked without regret
what may follow gives me pause
the grim reaper stands just beyond

now that the balm is no more
exhausted by the constant storm
I’ll bid farewell with a phrase
‘the end’ inscribed one more time.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190305.