This wall made of glass
with revelations closely felt
presenting fabric on mannequins
nirvana by the tailor’s craft
designed to closely fold
onto a seeking frame

the comely dearly sought
across gender’s gated space
if only the taunt did not
present in figurines
ignorant of their place
in the war inside the breast

beholden to identity
beyond the normative
this struggle asks too much
****** by a street-side scene
that paradise of the pane
beyond the pleading hand

reality asks too much
that nature did not conceive
now a heart longs for release
by the magic of the display
held behind window’s view
while longing knows certitude.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190527.

Consider style as a redoubt
personalized in its goal
to withstand the pointed barbs
inflicted by a wicked world
many molds await the guests
with promises of beauty’s gift

each is a trap in itself
these paragons that few attest
fair illusions are evoked
at the price of willing souls
now prostrate to the task
of luring more as consequence

Procrustes had his bed
forcing outcomes with great pain
now the same made by said
of elegance turned to shame
there is a path to sanity
securely forming dignity

assurance that all is well
while striving for attractiveness
embrace what makes one sing
standalone to charm the flock
this is the state that affirms
the individual among the crowd

the result cannot fall
deep foundations of confidence
even if the pundits cry
fallacies of their minds
hold tight to a bless vision
stated loud for all to see.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190526.

How do you talk to the friend
who’s company you may not have
in a day or in a week
if the demons have their say?

communication is not lost
a desire to share the world
instead the cause is forgot
as the chasm opens up

by a gesture or a word
the feather falls on the camel’s back
a thousand fiends have their day
the harvest gained as bones crack

breaking what stood so tall
buffeted by many storms
now reduced to longing thoughts
the mighty tree has finally snapped

the contract that most embrace
assuming life will remain
is revealed as a lie
when the disease is a crime

until that time the die’s not cast
in a world of many paths
communicate in good faith
before a heart finally fails.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190525.

Put aside the moral realm
dictation stated for right and wrong
these are cast to the side
when behavior produces harm

safety winning over grace
goodwill denied for the secure
in response the blood will flow
when connection is explored

repetition supports the drive
ritual evoking black and white
retribution is assumed
for the unwashed largely feared

a misstep would foretell
of tribulations from the gods
favor lost then condemns
the true believers of the realm

on one side are the good
a territory with high walls
safety granted is enforced
at the end of weapon ports

the greatest threats are the doors
portals barred in best of times
when confronted the alarms
resound too loudly in the mind

danger waits to attack
anybody who wanders out
decency is surely lost
when purity becomes the goal

love is defined by arm’s length
with the self on center stage
the circle shrinks in response
to the shadows dancing round.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190524.

The words said behind closed doors
full of venom that's deplored
by those who stand outside
fully ignorant of the lies

the scope of truth is absent
from declarations stammered forth
for an audience of the few
just as eager to abuse

full of desires for vengeance
against false sleights never felt
imaginations are enough
even while the world is calm

still the patsies are arrayed
to the applause of the crowd
each with blood on their hands
or the need to have the same

curtains drawn against the world
a retreat to solitude
solidarity of falsehoods
embellished with certitude

so say the pundits from on high
cloaked with dogma most abhor
please look away lest the facts
confuse glamour’s jealous lie.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190523.

Passing comes in many forms
a demonstration meant to implore
to perception without reserve
towards a verdict of the mind
the normative is disguised
in the midst of a mirage
asking one or the other
both evoke glamour's charm

the first recalls origins
that the journey left behind
a sad reference that exists
in the minds of the crowd
they demand nothing more
than a past lost to now
progress wished even as
homage praises a lost cause

the second look is much more
finding life beyond the curve
wishing all could agree
sought in the vision persevered
seeking praise for the change
made more precious in exchange
as distraction is removed
in the form of ancient times

one look seeks to assure
nothing’s shifted from the curb
the other looks to the front
each are passing on their own
a presentation that complies
with the standards set by most
even as the shades are drawn
shadows flit behind the blinds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190522.

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.