Consideration asks a price
a quota given to admit
those desiring passage to
the lettered realms confirming self

these domains are only blessed
by occupants residing there
it’s no wonder that obstacles
are erected as consequence

identity is denied
as a measure that complies
with the checklist written by
experts docked with battle scars

instead dire standards are applied
disregarding pretentious folks
deemed so by their eager wills
to exist outside of ills.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190920.

Voyeurs come in many stripes
standing at the edge of light
peering from the depths of shame
knowing where to place the blame

scripture written on the self
lifted from the holy books
skin absorbs the greater truth
without regard for consequence

spoken clearly behind the mask
worn to **** the realm of doubt
becomes the journey of the mind
slick with tears from the beyond

the steps are taken down the path
away from orbs of calm insight
remaining while world retreats
****** of the private grief.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190919.

Power asks for too much
based on acts of thoughtless youth
pushing boundaries then deplored
in the time present now ignored
this pinnacle may be accused
against the weight of the abuse

Satan pleads for justice ******
at the coming of a lost dawn
towers stand in the light
ignoring taunts that bring delight
angels cry in dark despair
to a future none should prepare

morality has no bearing here
when a life of power is embraced
nothing less than wins are blessed
with religion near at hand
a conscience that knows the past
denies the sins fully wiped

with forgiveness near at hand
the mighty fist will always win
the lesser *** unduly whines
forgetting glory handed down
power blessing base desires
to hold the measure of earthly pyres.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190918.

The private hell is construed
from the warped inner truth
verity gone as consequence
in the landscape that grace forgot

“a lie” says the honest man
without the reference of the condemned
who knows worth has been lost
against the angst of inner thoughts

this tableau without regard
for salvation that’s possible
to maintain a modicum
of a shelter against the storm

instead the abyss is embraced
a netherworld without the sun
reflecting a void felt within
waiting for the world to fade.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190917.

The representation of the leg
fall too short when compared
to attributes above the waist
or that region of ***** fame

gams extending to the foot
both the curves and the straight
attribution of delight
to the review of the eyes

the shapeliness that few deny
when honesty is applied
the delight of verity
only ****** by devil’s lies

these edifice of angel’s breadth
recognized by vision’s bliss
defying nature in good jest
with perfection of the leg.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190916.

To be known has a price
a due given to past works
glittered trinkets that exclaim
where the future may yet lay

these become foundation’s curse
basis given to later worth
even though a fuller breadth
is still there with relevance

expectations become contrite
sorrow given to circumstance
when the outcome does not match
the vision fixed upon the prize

while a range of interests beg
something else to the front
for some time in the stead
of fame’s need to state the day.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190915.

The forever yesterday is no more
has passed away like the fog
now defunct as fading mists
pressed upon by sunlit beams

those artifacts of a past day
once entrenched as if to stay
find no traction in beliefs
torn apart by time’s conceit

dismissing mountains without regard
for the depths of bedrock’s plunge
seeming solid before the breeze
took the hill and cast it down

leaving only memories
the ghosts in place of solidity
a forever that’s passed away
just like the present sure to stay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190914.