A thousand lives are now reduced
the pulsing crowd is not pursued
in the blink of a jaundiced eye
a multitude is put aside
the field of dreams is now bare
fences fall in disrepair
no longer needed to protect
the trampled crops of years past

the kaleidoscope has ceased to turn
colors fade into the night
as dust descends to blind the mind
no longer will the mirrors shine
with patterns set upon cracked walls
taunting what had come before
when rainbows turn to shifting ash
the only motion that now survives

still the shadows are cast to hide
where the road may lead from night
mirrors smashed for their crimes
against the souls trapped behind
the visions meant for cloistered groups
projected upon the broken glass
don’t ask why this must occur
when a thousand lives are no more.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190425.

Fame escapes those who strive
to explain the span of life
heights and depths that truly shine
while the author is denied
they still exist for the muse
supplying skills to the crafts
an artifice that is blind
even as the vision strives

something more than guidelines
the mundane is left far behind
exploration few observe
that formulas do not ascribe
comfort left to plumb the depths
beyond the shores defining life
only the mundane may provide
safety in the web of lies

looking to the corners where
the dark exists outside of light
denying glory for disgrace
the ordinary at best embraced
full obscurity will then claim
a child birthed without regard
for the heights some attain
absent while the art’s displayed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190424.

Consider this as a thought
if I could wake in the morn
look to the mirror to confirm
identity felt in the heart
would I see something new
not viewed the day before
when I look to the beyond
I'll discover the inner thoughts?

the outside has remained
fixed as if to harshly jest
still this is not enough
to deter the hopeful glance
a witness to what few may see
from the realm of normality
what came before is not in play
even though they are dismayed

this matters not when I rise
fix my intent to fully live
even if the uniform
does not match the role assigned
there is the life of the regime
actions taken for their sake
by agreement of the whole
and to these codes I'll uphold

the intent is paramount
when doubt hovers all around
enough to block out the sun
without remorse in early dawn
when I wake in the morn
I'm quite sure of who I'll see
standing there to greet the day
behind the facade of mirror's face.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190423.

Look to history to know the tale
the sum of what came before
when a single act can't explain
the reaction from the crowd
the slight should not enact
cries of anger then expressed
except when the breadth is seen
of the pain the wounds inflict

the pinprick made in jest
or the statement meant to quip
both convey so much more
than  thoughts may account
assumptions miss the mark
to detriments of the ghosts
those that walked the twisted trails
tracking back to hurt once veiled

these revenants doubt intent
of the one that walks their grave
demanding blood for trespass
with damnations few contend
the past has more to say
than all the mutterings that explain
transgressions made by fools
with knives turned back to wound.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190422.

Look to the holy if you seek
disaster lurking beyond the meek
ruins extending from the doors
of temples created to the word

the myths would have them as the lords
advisers in the place of gods
instead the rooms are filled with screams
pronouncing edicts of mad dreams

the garden is set by mankind
an Eden cast in Hell’s light
where the fall is carried out
to standing crowds on every morn

without the angels to guard the gate
all may enter to find their way
beware the promises tricksters sell
of mansions glimpsed on distant hills

there is no paradise for the fools
squandering all for trinkets gained
when power is the truest god
nothing less will meet the mark

beware the maze that is the mind
turning roads into quagmire
the only exit is to dismiss
this quest for Kadath that leads to sin.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190421.

The fall exists as part of life
a welcome dip from the climb
asking nothing for itself
while gravity seeks a result

angels cry for the descent
without assisting by their wings
because they know inner truths
a wish granted to the accused

reminder of the consequence
or perhaps the last request
for something less than heights
still cursed at the best of times

when the less becomes the whole
contingent on a life extolled
the end result may be the lapse
declaring nothing except the end

the substitution has been set
low for high without regret
banking on the impact’s touch
to caress away the storm

now life has been resolved
collision granting more than love
the nightmare left to only dream
of valleys found within the peace.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190420.

History waits a long game
before turning cards held to breast
stating those who will ascend
along with fallen then condemned
past transgressions are held up
to the probing of insight
no longer hidden in plain sight
now visible to the light

the shadows will no longer hide
violations once thought right
the complacent put aside
when decrees are fully plied,
conservatives in the dark
those concerned to hold the past,
who fight against the tide of time
while holding to a tarnished life

society is the past blind
huddled masses used to hide
now pushed aside at long last
when due measure is put to test
beware the ground on which we stand
justice will have its day
asking nothing less than change
damning those who ruled past days.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190419.