Make a note to mark the place
something referenced afterward
when the world has revolved
and still the cause pushes on

add to the stack of lettered screams
so many stating a need for change
yet the pile will surely grow
with additions stacking on

without regard for lunacy
the same repeated once again
please don’t fret if this is so
even angels are laid low

just remind the deaf self
something more may be done
announced by notes from the heart
perhaps one day they’ll be heard.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190405.

Moving forward offers hope
something more than what's deplored
this distrust is my own
resolving motion will be a cure
to remain will be an end
consumed by hatred from within
never trying, the greatest sin
with damnation near at hand

twisted palaces tower high
built on foundations made of lies
pure disgust would be its name
lurking deep inside the brain
rationalization spring to mind
stating hatred from mankind
against the mirrors of the void
only gracing ideal flaws

rote imperfection becomes a curse
mutterings by the disturbed
yet there’s a way to overcome
relinquish pain for so much more
deny the voices that hold the chains
look to the road the sun reveals
there the cages are no more
bent to bridges instead of walls

the distance traveled is so small
enough to claim comfort’s prize
blessings heaped upon the ones
who dare to pass to the sun
there the travelers may convene
compare discoveries few have seen
absent of the troubled thoughts
the future waits in the beyond.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190404.

Revelation born of change
sourced from behind the eyes
seeks the mirrors to be seen
when vision lacks bravery
still, the restrictions had deterred
those self-made, sourced from fear
on the span of baby steps
to fly beyond a gilded cage

if only verity did not hide
that spark admitted to the self
base of thoughts from years ago
as presentation now complies
sadly fear lingers on
when society classifies
good with bad, entwined with lies
denoting sadness sanctified

a spiral set upon itself
small momentum found at last
the journey isn’t made alone
small pushes and gentle hands
still the shadows may remain
slowing progress beyond this place
forward motion is still made
saving grace belying pain.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190403.

A thousand lies
and sometimes more
are seen as fact
when monsters stalk
refusing truth
obscured from sight

as myth embraced
in past times
only harm is possible
as self-care is dismissed
fallen angels stand above
asking nothing less

whispered shadows
the voice is mine
if only echoes
did not respond
bouncing round
now only screams
may be heard
destroying dreams.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190402.

The ink pulls from humor’s font
comic enough to block out pain
lunacy hung from mere words
elevating to the absurd
in other stanzas the darkness reigns
without remorse until the end
lost from sight inside the pit
fed by despair and constant angst

these dueling shades are rainbow’s breadth
with more colors to be shared
each with a mood to inform
poems exacted to be felt
first there’s red to celebrate
leaking blood and pure romance
passion shed by the knife
or given by exacting love

then comes the white of the shroud
denoting ends the none deny
that celebrate purity
with the pale light to justify
these illustrate how ink may flow
a fickle muse is in control
between the poles that define
the experience that life provides.

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To live openly is the goal
in the realm of the world
portraying life without regard
to dangers that may come
constant shadows flit about
extensions of doubting tongues
wagging when outsiders are
the only reference to the heart

there lurks the dangers of dislike
transgressions both small and large
exacted by pure prejudice
extending from a stranger’s face
then comes the violence of the world
existence fraught in every day
where does the answer lay
to calm those with hateful fates?

the remedy asks for those
most endangered to come forth
declare their place among the flock
no less or more for who they are
when enough stand upright
already there among the crowd
the rest may see the consequence
of honest living with resolve

the family member or a friend
seen all too human in most ways
is now embraced even though
full resonance is disturbed
visibility asks for this boon
compassion pressed into the void
where once discomfort ruled alone
now acceptance finds a home.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190331.

All these poems are testament
to a world found within
the writer with the muted pen
expressing words that disappoint
these desires ask too much
prompting readers to perceive
what is barely recognized
against the screen of inner thoughts

the prose falls flat in response
gibberish that damns the tongue
even while the tumbled talk
arrays a legion of impotence
a thousand weapons making noise
firing blanks into the sky
wishing outcomes that define
something past the written lies

each vowel stands without a voice
the consonants are the same
still the volume turns upward
past eleven in churning words
a vehicle to explain
is found imperfect after all
with no one put to blame
removing readers from the shame

life is more than words may glimpse
when the depths have no end
to shine a light into that well
asks much more than poems share
the whispers will proclaim
what they may in resonance
hoping a single soul
acknowledges the muffled tones.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190330.