The music has ceased to play
a harmony that was blessed
to be replaced by muted tears
or discord of infernal tunes

the party lapsed to the dismay
of those who sought brief escape
found within dulcet tones
absent in the aftermath

those who dwelt within the charm
discovered more than life allowed
prospering before the fall
into realms where silence damns

a hush of the distant grave
brought forward to the present day
a stillness that conspires within
when music ceased to play.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190627.

Kindness dwells in the breadth
of acceptance without regard
for the differences that exist
sure as dusk ends the day

those distinctions that separate
one from another in disgrace
if damnation leads the way
conviction made as consequence

disquiet fed by the unknown
fear to hate becomes the track
steer away from this response
lest the same becomes the norm

compassion is the higher path
when understanding disconnects
from one person to the next
without the same experience.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190626.

Big waves on little rocks
one or the other describes my lot
blessed to bury pain’s delight
or hold against the pressing flood

each has a time beyond the shade
cast by shelter on longer shared
as the storm is clearly sought
to experience what’s beyond

lost from sight in the gale
connection becomes the substitute
denominator in tempest’s span
asking more than most expect

diamond hardness now regaled
against the give of soft downpours
both the large and the small
now push the sufferings out of bounds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190625.

Consider the source of beauty’s fount
originating from deviance
aberration now embraced
when straying from sterility

attraction stated by the self
rejecting claims from beyond
by the pundits who exclaim
what’s the best for charm’s grace

in the mirror of other’s eyes
a choice is made with regard
for the splendor that waits beyond
conventions sought in twisted thoughts

these reflections offer hints
where the queer meets the kink
the final path to elegance
lays beyond convention’s bliss.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190624.

Immortality is far removed
from existence for all souls
until that end joy requests
avenues of consequence

part of fullness is to express
the body folded in motion’s quest
with one intent full in mind
decision made to carry on

hours are frozen in response
the rest forgotten to celebrate
bodies join to live beyond
the count of time now denied

life will in end its due span
regardless of what all may try
the path to thrive has been found
with the capers of the divine.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190623.

The compassion is evident
in the offering of an ear
to listen to the mutterings
of a soul lost to pain.

commitment made to hear the words
opens doors to new realms
the bizarre in a landscape
foreign to the helping eye

stories spun from bold cloth
can’t be shared in response
by the virtue of too much
or not enough to cover up

the fullest part of the plea
is denied in response
with compassion not to blame
in the face of strange dismay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190622.

A rapt desire clouds the sight
obscuring sanity in response
with best intents put aside
for the wants deep inside

the source of angst is the *****
hidden in the breadth of time
only shown in privacy
in a shared audience

wishing more than life provides
the taint of lust won’t relent
still on the side of wrong
always ****** by the crowd

if only life was less cruel
to state a preference for abuse
this harsh rebut does not blunt
focus of the craving wants.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190621.