In tomorrows beyond this time
awaits a door with my name
with grief as chosen font
embolden in crimson script

this portal should be closed
barred to all who walk the earth
lest they fall victim to the spell
allowing the door to be unveiled

that one-way journey to the beyond
marked by the passage sadly sought
now too visible upon the hearth
when the rest become defunct

consumed by darkness with no return
this is tomorrow without reserve
I’ll pass the days until that time
seeking a way to avoid the fall.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190115.

When the hate becomes a box
electrified by past comments
there's no escape for the one
now enclosed by lack of love

the feast was fed for a time
riches poured from above
as the base demanded blood
to sate the priest’s unholy lusts

now that trenches have been dug
with the bottoms beyond sight
keeping safe the twisted words
entrenched in need to be right

truth unmade by the mold
of small hatreds spun to large
asking all the vapid fears
to infect beyond their realm

no compromise is possible
once the line has been crossed
even if the soul may ask
for reprieve beyond discord.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190119.

The crowd asked why it should be
another one lost to tragedy
while the sun still shined above
hid behind clouds of anguished doubt
this flood of concern is too late
the showers fell in twilight's eye
now the skies reflect the mood
with the promise of another flood

the warning signs were plentiful
like leaves fallen from autumn trees
too many to address singularly
a summing raking became the norm
each little death accounted for
the crumpled victims of season's change
dropping in a silent sprinkle
until the coverage was no more

the blinking light in the marsh
a will-o-wisp foretelling doom
ignored by those of sound mind
luring the rest into the paths
there the brightness was blinding
no longer twinkling far away
instead the siren's lantern shone
across the marsh of no return

thus the leaves and the lights
are the warnings seen too late
because they take an awful price
when the end has come and gone
the crowd may ask why it should be
with the omens left to taunt
crystal clear in hindsight
once hid behind the anguished doubt.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190128.

I searched for a greater truth
concealed from the larger group
by their willingness to obscure
possibilities beyond the curve
based on the mirror of the mind
each stand at their line
one bending to the inner need
the other led by dogma's creed

the outlines are made plain
defined by the curves I can't deny
an identity longed at last
beyond the natal breadth
if only the form fit the thought
instead I'm left disturbed
still the siren calls
demanding surety to be sought

fortune smiles at my side
allies as well as foes
one to overcome
the other supports the cause
they've walked this path before
or helped the travelers
one day when I find myself
I’ll perhaps do the same

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190206.

I'll take the uniform from the shelf
an image for the common crowd
one of many in the ranks
keeping step with the contracts
the same raiment is procured
from the closet in which I dwell

still the fit will suffice
if my true role is falsified
stating purpose with due resolve
with apparel on the frame
a disguise that few see through
when the pretense is pursued

this masquerade is portrayed
the desired set for the eye
spun from threads of fairy wings
just as real as mythic dreams
to lull the masses with the lie
keeping peace in rank and file.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190318.

Gender flows from a source
a sacred premise sometimes flawed
still the whole relies upon
these qualities to state the world

asking some to twist their selves
for the comfort of the whole
seeking forms that fit staid molds
constructed by the status quo

blue or pink for each side
align with bits of body parts
stamped on the consciousness
as anatomy has its say

usurping nature deep inside
peeping out in inner thoughts
prompting those who disagree
to fight the fixed society

the binary is a start
there are some who mix the two
or disavow a single bond
these expressions are allowed

more often the lanes are crossed
to find a truth that coincides
with a nature beyond the flesh
that forms the body felt incomplete

this is compared to those who veer
to the side that is their truth
gender flowing to be resolved
with touch of lace or something else.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190126.

‘To each their own’ is the refrain
stated for both right and wrong
bring together the scattered chaff
and separate those who belong
the former is for the best
while the latter is evil’s bane

so many people need to know
there are others now similar
the softest voices are denied
ability to find like kind
while the masses have a say
screaming statements of dismay

‘to each their own’ is the refrain
pursued in lieu of loneliness
now the channels have been cleared
to allow the minority to convene
exchanging statements of support
for the scattered across the globe.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190609.