They say hate is required
to define a state of mind
for the self or other ones
only then will purpose shine
nothing less is a fraud
pretending towards the greater goal

set aside by the holy saints
now enforced by strident imps
joyful that righteousness
found a place to lay its head
safe from those without cuts
that deny godliness

the diagnosis will depend
on the bleeding from the wounds
more for the best after all
when injuries are surely bless
where the gate should open wide
the guardians hide the key

as the test falls too short
or exceeds the latitude
that those who pass beyond the walls
are truly wounded and then absolved
the see the hurt in the world
as the measure for the all.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190514.

At the edge of life's triumph
lays the chasm of no return
where only the brave dare tread
or the foolish in their rush
pursuing life’s ardent dreams
beyond the safe embrace
the rails are lost to sight
only darkness lays beyond

the siren calls for one
with promises of the heart
some think them only lies
the truth is in the tunes
songs from angels’ choirs
played to devils’  bands
the combination is the lure
drawing souls to the cure

it’s the passion that decides
where the path will arrive
without regard for the norm
constraints are put aside
if the past is held too tight
relief is possible
when peril is consoled
at the edge most avoid.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190513.

If God created beauty’s breadth
the Devil was deigned the guardian
with one order set in stone
to push reproduction at any cost
large assumptions must be made
if Old Nick will have his way
to hold survival as the goal
even as the game is wrong

the young flowers attract the bees
of all ages and pedigrees
it matters not what will come
wasted efforts and broken hearts
sadly desire does not quench
when potency is decreased
a chasm opens between the two
as age provokes an awful thirst

generations are aligned
to progress their bloodlines
while ancient husks are ignored
no longer needed in the war
Lucifer has no desire
for this ilk in his crusade
except to taunt them as result
for their failure to procreate

beauty is born again
always there to prompt the urge
with God standing by to view
their work progressing with rebuke
from the souls that must retire
act as if the world is no more
while the fiend has his laugh
at the expense of those concerned.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190512.

People wonder who is my God
a private matter brought to the front
with the answers too often thought
to be aligned along two fronts
either the holy or the ******
these are the choices near at hand
I’ll step aside from these paths
present my own as consequence

God exists for all to see
in the rocks and the trees
the sentient that came before
and will exist afterward
this span defies all attempts
even as their ego may desire
by mankind to raise themselves
above the realm shared by all

creation came from the one
a multitude beyond count
now the basis of all things
forever bonded as a result
the before defining now
with sanctity as the norm
there is no difference to be found
if the bits are pulled apart

even while mortal souls
attempt to state the good and bad
God still stands without regard
to dogmatic efforts of the priests
they chase after sin of every type
each a fault found in themselves
treating all with abuses
by chasing villains of the mind

the taint of sin is too real
though most are confused
to the source of this malaise
God is still a mystery
ask the suffering that persists
beneath the symptoms is the cause
companion to the ego’s will
with agendas few confess

deriving pleasure from the pain
explanations spun to impress
salvation is a worthy goal
if it weren’t needed after all
these sad attempts to compress
deity into a small book
once a reference to be checked
now the manual to suffering

into this life we are pressed
to reconnect to everything
forgotten in the agony
relief standing close at hand
this is my God that I grasp
both myself and much more
completeness found outside of tomes
connections to the Holy Grail.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190511.

Society states a strong preference
to the boxes defined for types
into which all must surely slot
for the rigid to have their way
one or the other is the normative
as if a coin flip may define
the infinite found in between
realms where poles are left behind

still the pundits seek to constrain
those who choose to stray
it’s for the best for all concerned
so goes the theory as whips flay
held by those with holy zeal
to set right what’s not been wronged
the absence of conformity
is enough for their decrees

imagination is put aside
denial held as the sacred rite
when this measure becomes a blight
held up to gods for pure delight
the greatest sin life contrives
is to curse the soul without reprieve
demanding death before life
then pushing some to self-expire

these destinations of mankind
divorced from nature they defy
wishing only to console
fantasies in sacred texts
these statements of society
are merely rules without regard
to the ones that can’t abide
left to suffer for the lies.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190510.

There is a chance to transform
step from the shadows into the light
expressing self without regard
for expectations of the world
presenting boldness in the act
while affirming humanity
the underlying has not changed
even while the surface strays

the natal form may please the eye
say the spectator on the outside
please remember this is a lie
to the one that must reside
a choice is made to walk the path
invoking rainbows along the way
arches that bend the light
with promises of golden pots

here's a secret that few know
when these realms are explored
absent of the normative
the traveler dares more than most
there is a danger when one steps
from the path that most adhere
as the monsters wait to pounce
eager for a chance to eviscerate

still the travelers will depart
seeking lands beyond their shore
where treasured truths may be found
beyond the chains of the norm
transformation is for the strong
the light is pierced by the dark
don't let that hide the genuine
when truth is at last found.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190509.

There is a line to be crossed
when kind remarks turn to lust
moving towards the opposite
of compliments dearly sought
civility is put aside
for the chance of lewd lust
already present in the heart
brought to view by an outside voice

sadly noting the fixed parts
appearance set long ago
into a package that dissuades
comments made outside of bounds
when the words state passion’s bloom
arousal none would desire
outside the voice now condemned
to be a creep in the aftermath

the pleasure taken is an abuse
a violation that acclaims
when ownership is desired
to feed the **** excite the mind
steer away from this line
even if the desire is strong
keep this all to yourself
the world deserves nothing less.



© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190508.