There are two ways this could go
when the measure has been resolved
of whether nature moves to shock
or boredom is the end result

shame is assumed without proof
humiliation only found
with a result that mortifies
death by variety that fills a life

while reality says otherwise
tedium becomes the norm
apathy fills the void
when existence is switched about

the latter is the sad result
embarrassment put aside
in diversity the truth is known
comparisons become too trite.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190728.

Desire for relief becomes a bane
to the health beyond the pain
when the angst has assumed
proportions past the natal wound

the remedy has long ceased
even as disaster builds
as byproducts are ignored
against the numbing of the balm

clearly sought to assuage
anguish found beyond the base
if only life was more than strife
self-medication would be denied

the impostor has been seen
still this path is pursued
gladly ****** with due shame
as false relief fills a frame

the curative has been bypassed
by transgressions to the flesh
embarked upon to find relief
from the ills beyond the pain.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190727.

Perception is left behind
even as the light is shown
in the brilliance of the mask
worn to show what lays beyond

an awful truth that most reject
in their span of sheltered lives
spun with intent to isolate
against the blaze of augury

still the glare is pursued
by like travelers of the same
stamped upon features cast
hinting what may follow forth

now eclipsed by countenance
in the dazzle of life’s bane
denying nothing in the midst
of those wishing to look away.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190726.

The kiss presented another world
opening vistas without regard
for the fall that will result
once soft flesh becomes one

the journey forward is enough
even as the fog descends
to encourage the lost to stray
without regard for surety

the secure are asked to deny
safety grasped in loneliness
dire peril blessed by the joy
with guarantee of a dying drop

guard against the smooch’s lure
while the event is dreamt about
the lechery of happiness
is bless elation before the shame.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190725.

When tears hover behind the eyes
pushed by sadness that won't stop
even as the sun may shine
that avenue that life provides

survival found outside demise
is merely shuttered against the storm
the world shudders in response
while not knowing the very worst

as the floods are restrained
weeping ****** in the end
a smile is held in response
still the need won't be suppressed

with the statement held in drops
mourning life that all must share
in privacy of eyes held shut
the tears will flow until the end.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190724.

The darkness holds a special place
for the artist in search of grace
when only blankness is at hand
matching bleakness of the night

the artist lurks as consequence
seeking words to put to page
or notes delivered to inky space
to fulfill the urge to share

the requisite hangs above
an emptiness of the heart
with past works long divorced
from the shadows of the now

cloak of dusk becomes the muse
gloom declaring what lays beyond
with a voice no longer mute
creations birthed at long last.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190723.

Those that came before
shot by arrows and trapped by lures
forged the trails all now walk
without regard for the lost

walls made of glass ten feet thick
doors shaped with sharpened thorns
these avenues were their path
as egos pressed to hold them back

conservatives exclaimed strong ire
as the bodies fell by the side
intolerance had a long hand
exacting martyrs drenched in blood

the price was known in those years
and then forgotten with banners hung
in the halls where glee persists
while memories collect the dust.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190722.