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poetryaccident Sep 2019
To come from faith is a trap
snares woven between the words
took to heart by the sincere
before the mind is lost to fear

there is no telling where a life ends
from conception to the last descent
into madness without escape
surety set against all wills

others are ****** as so entranced
the lockstep standard is applied
wedded to religion’s jest
that ego lost is safety gained

confusion is the monster born
identity turned to flip the tale
where the god stands alone
or is the enemy of common man.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190906.
The poem “Surety Set” was inspired by thoughts about dogmatic blindness, confirmed by a quote by Philip K Dirk that began with “They want to be the agents, not the victims, of history.”
poetryaccident Sep 2019
Sorry lover but you can’t look back
to the sheets thrown to the floor
forgotten while bodies press
ghosts lost to passion’s bliss

promises once had a place
fealty against death’s cold hand
the declarations none will admit
when light of day too soon arrives

strong emotions aren’t cast aside
instead replaced with grounded angst
along with rage of what should be
tears spilled on pillows drenched

promises lost along with pride
if only this came to pass
along with advice none request
sorry lover please don’t look back.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190905.
The poem “Sorry Lover” was loosely inspired by the song “Written in Blood” by the group She Wants Revenge.
poetryaccident Sep 2019
They say the old must surely die
to allow the new to thrive
a sacrifice that bears new fruit
from the ash of kernels cast

the promise for the hopeful flesh
shed with cocoons in the light
a cheerful plan without regard
for the outcome that then transpires

this is the jest by the gods
revealed as the greatest lie
when the reverse is the truth
culminating in a hollow life

what may be new is no more
put aside before it’s born
rotting while the old conspires
to pretend that life will thrive.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190904.
The poem “Jest by the Gods” is about a transformation that works against an individual.  The cocoon does not grow a butterfly.  Instead, the caterpillar is entombed.
poetryaccident Sep 2019
The stage is set once again
a tarp put down to catch the blood
with a backdrop to accentuate
an end foretold by stalking fate

what could be is doomed to fail
except to ask hope to prevail
even as the tiresome trek
demands detours into dread

once again the faith is crushed
gods are ****** in the dust
beholden to the sacrifice
their gaze observes the final price

the implement has been set
disappoint hone to an edge
waiting for the nod to slice
to the bone without respite.

2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190903.
The poem “Catch the Blood” is about the disappointment of trying for a goal multiple times, with each failed attempt taking a little more of a soul.
poetryaccident Sep 2019
The accident came by intent
on the wings of friend’s content
put to canvas with pigments towards
three months pursuit of crafting works

the same became my lofty goal
with words replacing painted forms
even though experience
was lacking in the poet’s pen

with each day another poem
was writ to page as purpose turned
from ninety dates to mere ten more
culminating at the year’s close

this happenstance of timing bless
the muse demanded only more
with lucidity in the breach
expression put to public stage

a goal surpassed had been gained
now writing was the habit set
so many couplets spun to state
sanity lost while wisdom’s gained

moving forward into years
with five down and more to go
the accident is now a cause
these words submitted with more to come.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190902.
The poem “Poetry Accident” is an expression of the journey of my poetic writing efforts.  The artistic enterprise “Poetry Accident” came to birth in September of 2014.  At conception, the effort was to produce ninety days of poetry.  The ninety became one hundred, which then rolled into years.   Nineteen hundred plus poems later, the accident continues.
poetryaccident Sep 2019
Life spins round the single point
all time taken in the observed
consumed against more than less
or opposite as consequence

is this the drain circled now
or *** of gold to cash against?
both are an end to the means
of damning efforts to redeem

consider outcomes that transpire
by the fruits that are acquired
while the surface is the same
the shell contains the darker stains

by the debris cast about
the drain demands little worth
only that life prepares
to be consumed in karmic sleight.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190901.
The poem “Life Spins Round” was inspired by the debris that surrounds a continuously depressed person.
poetryaccident Sep 2019
The itch is less than constant pain
not enough to cause a moan
but always there in misery
asking balm to cure the ill

that static humming on the nerves
stripped to wires sparking hot
the echoes sound at all times
a dirge to state illusion's cast

the glow perceived in manic flush
wishing less than consequence
perhaps the crowds can’t conceive
a state beneath that asks too much

at the price of sanity
a rage suppressed against the need
questing for the medicine
applied to scratch demanding deeds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190831.
The poem “Applied to Scratch” is about the low-grade hum of addiction asking for appeasement.
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