The choices made between adults
behind closed doors or in a club
are the world they all indulge
without permission of the crowd
passing boundaries most adhere
in pursuit of painful joy
releasing more than most can see
upon requests of misery

the scenery may seem extreme
mocking norms vanillas seek
access given is power based
sourced from assent all convey
sadly more will mock intent
beyond the ones that can’t relate
these are heretics of the life
full of power they contrive

fools acting like small gods
even though none were ordained
except for a brief time
and even then they’re cast aside
there are none above the rest
outside of choices in a scene
put out of mind the pundit’s whine
that buzzing sound none should mind

please do as little as you wish
or strive to take in the world
safety held to the *******
allows for actions in full consent
these choices are singular
made by the one without regret
when the pleasures are much more
than innocence turned outward.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190418.

The highest climbs offer views
from peaks the breadth is seen
this is a vision that few attain
if the angels would have their say
the world’s revealed without regard
to the cost afterwards
when the fall is the same
as the heights once overcame

into depths that don’t end
torture in the place of joy
the darkness deep as the light
one or another rules the world
in due time the wretch will rise
ascend again to the stars
rescued from the inky realms
until the cycle is reborn

shades may exist in between
except they’re hidden from the brain
as the focus does not relent
between the poles near and far
the cure is worse than the curse
to have lived reveals the death
when the sadness is called to doubt
joy is the lie without resolve.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190417.

Seek the villain at your risk
the mirror that most repress
wearing hats shared by all
even saints before their fall
miscreants much like yourself
with virtue held above all else
except when pleasure is at stake
then integrity is misplaced

when this foible is observed
have forgiveness for the failed
lest the monsters take offense
at trespass upon their sphere
seek not unearned liberties
easy pickings that come with grief
there is a price to company
among the fallen that complain

instead admit the frailty
that comes with life in this frame
mortal flesh seeking more
than austerity may explore
bless the villains for their place
among the paragons now displaced
feet of clay are obvious
shared by all in mirror’s face.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190416.

Beyond the walls made of glass
a storefront or something less
electronic screens that convey
the same embellished to dismay
more than curves underneath
explicit by only gravity

the accents are instead placed
on the gestures of pure grace
promises speak to comfort's aim
more than how they hang to frame
wearing clothes of destiny
established outside normality

whispers from identity
only heard when none may speak
distorted by the phobias
that rattle round within the self
these are the doubts that persist
from the realms of darkest past

stating jeers of the crowd
a poison that shan’t be held
put aside at long last
when sanity must be found
breaking through the glass walls
to finally wear a soul’s regard.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190415.

Attraction turned on its head
desire directing the body led
reversed around to the absurd
predilections are observed
if the normative were in play
there would be a word for this state
with judgment following afterward
tutting loudly to be heard

there were wants in the past
aligned with genders assigned at birth
giving comfort to the whole
that orientation was regular
except it’s not after all
the line was crossed long ago
spectrum slipped outside of bounds
while preferring the feminine

now the *** has been reversed
no longer cis as consequence
and yet the traits that appealed
have not changed throughout the years
sapphic is now the urge
the tendency of rapt allure
for the forms still adored
all the curves that Sappho loved.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190414.

Outsiders walk among the crowd
acting as if they might belong
this is a measure that’s half true
or perhaps less in certitude
the illusion is firmly cast
that all are same as consequence
of spared space and like time
the mirage that gods provide

the end result is felt by most
blessings showered on those below
treasures collected by the group
then divided by the sightless ones
cooperation bestows these gifts
with a downfall few admit
between the spaces of liaison
sadness hides in front of all

even as the voice may say
declarations that others dread
by the virtue of vaulted space
disallowing the replied attacks
the same chasms deny contact
consideration by word or deed
while the prophet may have their say
the flock stands alone across the break

comfort found across the breadth
having all including lack
these are the bars that form a wall
between the one and other folks
the last need is sorely missed
solace only met midway
when the comfort of the touch,
is surely lost before it’s found.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190413.

The unearned becomes a trap
blessings stacked all too high
vanishing as the bridge collapsed
or toppled down to cruelly smash
reliance becomes the drug of choice
supporting making of the bucks
but consider the side-affects
sanity lost as the sad result

look to privilege as the beast
waiting to attack with savage glee
those who step outside of bounds
no longer favored as in the past
what was given may be lost
when the monsters decide to fight
against the one that has betrayed
the vaunted rules that none convey

reliance upon that edge
cutting holes once abused
imbued by a knife that's now dread
as the edges slice the flesh
benefits blessed by circumstance
stoke the fires that now burn
destruction from the coal of warmth
consuming all the group distrusts

the past acquaintance is abhorred
by the prisoners of power’s game
they still exist in the heights
condemning those who dwell below
crisis stoked at the end
condemning those who stepped away
now the trenches are the home
to the lost no longer found.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190412.