Don’t ask the gods if they sent
sedatives to cure the pain
those aches of body’s frame
or the trials of mind’s domain

indulgence in the medicine
not prescribed but still pursued
by the drink or much more
addressing woes all deplore

removing more than agony
when composure is reduced
inebriation of the whole
in pursuit of the profane

to be wasted is called a sin
this sacrament now denied
even as the misery
demands a world that’s more humane.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190817.

Inflate the ego at your own risk
lest the air go to the head
with results that few pursue
when doom arrives at the end

the race is run against the wind
lifting those who seek to fly
the balloon rising high
before falling to the ground

pushed by storms that twirl within
a gravity spun from the soul
the black hole light can’t escape
when assumptions consume grace

the detonation comes at last
between the pull and the push
more a whimper than a blast
a fitting end that few admit.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190816.

Excuse the ****** some deplore
disclosed in words as they explore
so much more than clothes removed
the breadth of skin then exposed

just a glimpse when compared
to the flow of note’s discharge
dropped on the page in a stream
with souls undressed as result

secrets told without regard
in the buff by outcome
the inner self instead of flesh
disrobing more with every tell

in the end the truth is told
nakedness beyond the fold
don’t look away lest one miss
a birthday suit by writ’s admit.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190815.

Consider the ruins that still stand
testimony to craftsmanship
of the labors that came before
by the builders now long gone

with one stone upon the next
scattering low from the high
with the latter fall short
of past phantoms forgot by most

still the testament of origins
invokes the present to construct
these small altars desiring more
while the deity is still a ghost

whispered echoes against low walls
the only remnant that’s still found
with the rest tossed to the ground
stated artistry in the remains.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190814.

The faces in the ancient gallery
each with intents few conceive
become the nature of the ones
that travel far beyond the veil

those safe realms of the mundane
are left behind by the brave
with mere protection of a masque
this thin shield against the ******

in the realms between the stars
where only madness may be found
look to the helmet closely worn
to secure the deceptive calm

traditions once long lost
hold the secrets now disclosed
don’t taunt the wisdom from beyond
without the faces from the halls.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190813.

Social media reveals the mind
an echo of the owner’s heart
with the words put to page
and the pics that illustrate

look to the themes that repeat
no matter how wild they may seem
the inner self has been exposed
in tales of joy and angst of woes

divergent from the owner’s type
first appearance is now a lie
when the curtain is pulled back
to announce true relevance

sureness found in humor’s breadth
along with lust that calibrates
identity brought to front
by the virtue of pixel sparks.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190812.

When a world dreams the next
three small wishes become one
each with the knowledge of the last
until the natal is surpassed

a first asks for a new day
demands existence to coalesce
against the tides of ignorance
combined with fears few admit

the second grasps rainbow tears
puts to sleep the tendencies
to look behind when progress asks
forward movement at long last

a final third belies the rest
for the progress thus attained
when the curtain falls to ground
the new is old in sad discharge.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190811.