Floating gentle on the wave
only felt within the brain
hidden from the sight of those
wondering why the need exists

a delightful fuzz that consumes
agitation of the mood
always there beyond the veil
responsibility that must prevail

damning all to turn the wheels
creating thirsts of the soul
asking lubrication to extend
to the balm of troubled woes

a comfortable numb with regard
for the depths of agony
escaped at last in the waves
dependence spun from craving’s needs.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190823.

Memories come rushing back
of the friends once forgot
in the mists of living angst
behind the veil of private death

the exclamations that surprise
distant echoes of the past
breaking walls built with lies
that no one cares for this life

one or another is enough
the darkness broke by a light
lit from above to reveal
what came before the misery

a recollection that does not care
for the darkness left behind
asking for a smile to spring
when reminded what life brings.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190822.

When the ties dissolve at last
dreams put aside with full intent
to seek the dreams of vacancy
beyond the dross of everyday

the pressures sought to transform
coal to diamonds as a result
instead fine powder fills the air
blinding those who seek the sky

ash from urns not yet interned
contribute to the pressing mood
as the thoughts turn inward
disregarding where life finds charm

the magical falling short
and then forgotten in retrospect
the mystic ****** before the fall
as the unbound dissolves the world.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190821.

Blessed are curses as a path
to the riches in aftermath
before the bell tones at last
denying more while giving less

embraced by fools counting sins
there aren’t enough to contend
when the darkness felt within
consumes fair judgment for all men

the only saints that remain
are disguised in full regret
for the beasts that contrive
to enslave their lesser kind

animals that only know
troubles delivered by the gods
damnation sourced in mercy’s place
blessings lost on tilted scales.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190820.

The clouds have their day
to release what’s pent within
no longer able to hold the mask
of sunny days meant to last

the halcyon all pursue
a status quo for the abused
idyllic for the quick glimpse
when inquires seek portends

even as the coming storm
gathers round behind the smile
heavy with the unresolved
echoes of the saddest times

soon to drench the frowning crowds
scurrying to answer shelter’s prompt
away from those who can't escape
the overcast of sunless days.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190819.

How many words would it take
to exclaim the breadth of life
something more the mundane
against the range of rainbow space?

reassurance becomes the grail
from the bard or minister
each with a tool near at hand
holding letters to be heard

those exclamations in holy text
ask their due with curt distress
as the statements fall too short
of the needs for spectrum’s dreams

the poet’s muse responds in kind
fills the gap where creeds are blind
with a comfort the lost long seek
a balm extended as souls are freed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190818.

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.