Revelation waits in the heart
perhaps once slumbering in the past
now perception has arrived
to ask too much from the now

stepping from the normative
boundaries meant to protect
come with too high a price
for the ones who compromise

identity of the true self
becomes indulgence of the mind
in the battle for safe domain
when passing was once safe

the world would like for the same
continuance of what came before
it could care less for the change
now required for sanity

passing becomes the option shorn
seen as the perfect lie
all said to true if a soul
allows the truth to be ignored

still revelation will have its day
the world be ****** in aftermath
when the reality is revealed
to the shock of verity.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190607.

Consider lovers
the wicked and divine
reflections of the flesh
shown without reserve
heights attain in pure joy
sinners before the fall
until another comes
their place now assured

emotions spun to remove
concealment the heart
disregard the normative
diversion is the goal
endings sought for relief
before desire is resolved
in the end lovers fall
the wicked and divine.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190607.

Revelation waits in the heart
perhaps once slumbering in the past
now perception has arrived
to ask too much from the now

stepping from the normative
boundaries meant to protect
come with too high a price
for the ones who compromise

identity of the true self
becomes indulgence of the mind
in the battle for safe domain
when passing was once safe

the world would like for the same
continuance of what came before
it could care less for the change
now required for sanity

passing becomes the option shorn
seen as the perfect lie
all said to true if a soul
allows the truth to be ignored

still revelation will have its day
the world be ****** in aftermath
when the reality is revealed
to the shock of verity.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190607.

Consider lovers
the wicked and divine
reflections of the flesh
shown without reserve
heights attain in pure joy
sinners before the fall
until another comes
their place now assured

emotions spun to remove
concealment the heart
disregard the normative
diversion is the goal
endings sought for relief
before desire is resolved
in the end lovers fall
the wicked and divine.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190607.

The chosen seek to elevate
themselves above the tainted crowd
with intent to safely flee
where the narrow trails may finally lead

into realms with thin air
shared by clouds that obscure
the mist hiding mortal souls
from rapport of those below.

this escapes asks a price
denying sanity after a spell
spun by tomes of ancient source
wisdom lost for dogma sought

in the end blindness reigns
only seeing their like kind
even while the eyes discern
fault outside the clan’s four walls.

it’s not enough to recognize
a shared reality with the rest
now the size of buzzing flies
with importance just the same

madness gained for safety gained
summits ask far too much
with the chasm that defies
humanity shared by all kinds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190606.

Sharing private joy behind closed doors
by like minds without restraint
normally wrapped around like chains
now dropped to allow full access
don't imagine what transpires
this is rude and still a lie
even if the edge is pushed
in imagination's fevered ruse

a vain attempt to deduce
rapture gained by shared abuse
consent allowing so much more
than civility should abhor
to explore without complaint
becomes a gift beyond compare
wrapped in bows or tied in ropes
fun restrictions matter not

such niceties are released
when the actions become a plan
staked upon full privacy
nothing said beyond the pain
the perverse is now made plain
to the partners of like mind
they'll not judge in aftermath
instead asking to go again

these private joys beg for release
break the bounds of calm deceit
pretending to be so much less
than the monster inside of self
within the shelter of those walls
no audience for what transpires
private joy is finally shared
staking claim to play again.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190605.

Forgive the crimes that don’t exist
except in the minds of little men
who exclaim without reserve
what others fail to observe
counting slights where none exist
while exclaiming holy names
still the pundits harbor hate
stated to the lost's dismay

those who travel outside of bounds
moving to their inner plot
a compass that many have
still the squares will complain
denying likeness is at play
a minority against the whole
it seems enough to stoke the flames
turn the night into day

they believe sins are paramount
spun from cloth they only view
a cloak of shame that’s fully false
only seen in bigot’s eyes
stating choice is at play
instead of a natural tilt
it matters not what’s then said
when natures are firmly fixed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190604.