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poetryaccident May 2019
Consider why we react
when the differences are well known
around for longer than those alive
on the two sides of the line
opinions differ naturally
every vein is there to see
don’t dismay at this fact
instead react at danger's sign

words have been put aside
now the fists will provide
dialogue of the end times
while the demons cackle loud
or perhaps they’re twisted round
weaponized into lies
with all meaning hollowed out
what’s left behind takes only life

all intent has been lost
to disagree with forethought
in that place the hate forms
debate discarded for only harm
when victory begs scorched earth
the meek cannot abide
waiting to be struck down
sacrificed with cold regard

consider the motives that destroy
power is often at their core
without regard for purity
except to rule in solitude
no longer happy to dissent
voice a quarrel without blood
now the conflict has progressed
to win it all at swords’ edge.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190521.
The poem “At Swords’ Edge” is about the vocal reactions to abortion heartbeat laws.  A societal disagreement about abortion has transformed into life-threatening and disempowering edicts born from religious zeal.
poetryaccident May 2019
There's that moment when you're awake
a realization begins to dawn
echoing the sun’s faint beams
something happened inside of dreams
you’d best keep it to yourself
so says the voice that’s not contrite

reflecting on the hidden scenes
beneath the balm of measured sleep
if only the face was reticent
muting journeys beyond the veil
instead betrayal is exclaimed
others asking why the grin

the prohibited draws a smile
taboo is best when indulged
without regard for consequence
when the illicit is made real
**** time or ****** spree
both are forbidden in the now

you'd best keep this to yourself
lest the prudes condemn the snooze
embrace the vacation of the mind
the retreat from tiresome grinds
just realize the fantasies
translate poorly from fair dreams.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190520.
The poem “Hidden Scenes” is about adventures behind the veil of sleep.
poetryaccident May 2019
Society asks its due
this refrain is soon renewed
with every pause to cry inside
along with rush of pleasure lost
retain the smile on the outside
smashed to the face to comply
with orders from those above
dictating bliss from sacred books

cherry-picked to maintain
a power structure that will abase
those who struggle to discern
identities outside of norms
please don’t stray lest the gods
become peeved high above
this is imagined in the minds
of the followers pushing lies

"refrain from genders in your head
or ******* for pleasure’s sake"
where these may lead is suspect
violations that **** the rest
for the minority of purity
virtue is their only goal
the majority is instead concerned
with control of the unknown

no matter how the bits may fit
the joy derived is soon condemned
safety put in the same place
best to die than sin again
the prescription is relevant
by a world with prejudice
knowing all while acting less
dictations stating righteousness.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190519.
The poem “Stating Righteousness” is about the pressure of a normative based society on the person who stands outsides the boundaries of expectations.
poetryaccident May 2019
The game was rigged from the start
if times spanned are a start
assuring all will be conned
to play along as if lulled
this was the theory of the top
steadfast in their beliefs
now wondering why the calm is broke
as the tremors are perceived

'why rock the boat?' is their reply
to anguished screams from below
begun as whimpers beneath a gag
now fully voiced in aftermath
a thousand injured in the forefront
with a million close behind
each with a tale of their own
tragedy mounted against the crown

still the kings are sanguine
nothing changed at the end
this desire to stand upright
while the structure begins to shake
countless hands grip the beams
wishing only to topple them
bring the tyrants to their knees
for abuses they'll not admit

excuses tossed as a last defense
declarations of false intent
pretending to know innocence
as blood stains guilty hands
vanquished at long last
their victims take the stage
warning others to not ascend
lest this fate recur again

now the game has been renewed
the small hopes are disabused
as new tyrants build their spires
regardless of what has lapsed
perhaps one day these to will fall
if lessons are kept close to heart
nobody is above the law
when castles topple to the ground.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190518.
The poem “The Game” is about the ongoing battle against misogyny.
poetryaccident May 2019
The safe word is assumed
when adults set to play
outside of bounds most pursue
capers rung from solitude
******* jailed in every pore
the singular in custody

those halls of silence that care not
when libidos seek discharge
all extremes are allowed
without recourse to a crowd
the warped seeds bear no fruit
until there’s a multitude

there’s no doubt of this state
frustration asking for much more
with satisfaction at the wait
for release all celebrate
isolation is soundly ******
by the thoughts that travel round

plumbing depths none shall see
if desires sourced from misery
both pain and pleasure put aside
then imagined by threefold times
each with a safe word kept in reserve
if only these could be heard.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190517.
The poem “Safe Word” is about the frustration of an imaginative mind and nobody to play with.
poetryaccident May 2019
I am the monster in their midst
breathing air like decent men
while insisting I belong
spinning lies while concealed
a miscreant of ill intent
when the standards all conflict

one by one they are betrayed
by the spectrums my life spans
while holding tight to the mask
lest it slips to show the beast
the cataclysm would follow suit
on that day the veil is dropped

a doppelganger now suspect
of malfeasance behind the back
misconduct against the whole
measured by the normative
a betrayal without regard
to the feelings spun from glass

made more fragile by beliefs
filaments strung from self-deceit
once trusted to hold the line
now standing outside of bounds
even though I’ve not moved
the world has shifted on its own.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190516.
The poem “Monster in Their Midst” is about the normative world accommodating the alternative.  The assumption is made that all everyone is cut from the same cloth.  Reality does not reflect this wish.
poetryaccident May 2019
'I've yet to meet' becomes the chant
for the ones that can't relate
to a world that’s much more
than the walls beyond their fate

tolerance is not the goal
allowance for other views
when the sufferance is nothing more
than a naval circled round

nor is breadth of emotion’s lure
allowed as a tolerance
except to confirm the known
what’s trapped inside the mind

wheels turning round themselves
without a pause to regard
those limits that may extend
beyond empathy now firmly dulled

the outcome becomes a farce
to spectators with sound thoughts
discerning right from wrong
hidden from the shuttered one

a final measure is their chant
this declaration of the unaware
isolation now a platitude
for a life fixed in solitude.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190515.
The poem “I’ve Yet to Meet” was inspired by a meme that featured a gentleman who had yet to meet a woman who enjoyed *** too.
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