The monsters of the hidden mind
sequestered far for good of all
hold their counsel until the day
that life’s grace will be betrayed

before the time that darkness reigns
in the deepest of mind’s caves
far from the light of calm resolve
squirming worms disrupt the thoughts

holding masks to the world
evoking bliss while doom grows
waiting for the chance to strike
assume control beyond their might

beware the dusk before the night
when sanity has a last gasp
monsters stir from their respite
moving forward in twilight.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191027.

With each breath the wish grows
‘this is the last and no more’
yet still the lungs fill with air
marking time in equal dread

the seconds stretch without resolve
in groups prolonged by questing thoughts
grounded in a base desire
to cease the practice in sad flight

absent the intake of life
rejected in a paradox
this greatest gift that many seek
becomes the bane of the oblique

still the breaths continue on
precursor of the coming storm
what the mantra long desired
wish satisfied in the lie.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191026.

The sky was clear far above
no cloud to mar the face of God
still the moisture trickles down
hinting presence of a frown

from the corner the wet side
glistening in the morning light
the other orb stands resolute
denying emotion held inside

if disclosure is fully made
based on moisture from one eye
the truth is greater than a lie
presented on the dry side

yet still the sky has no shade
echoed on one half a face
resolute to hold the line
while hopes and dreams slowly die.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191025.

The walls keep secrets well
without regard for time’s span
years are the quickest blink
when looking at the passing scene

seeing all while with staring eyes
this sentinel in plain sight
invisible in the full light
of countless days and hooded nights

cloaked by pictures praising love
generations that come and go
the ghosts insisting they’re alive
shadows cast in passing flight

these memories are well kept
held behind painted shrouds
echoes lost with wisdom gained
never shared beyond the same.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191024.

These assumptions made for sanity
lest the madness find a place
already present in small part
awaits for reason to depart

scraps snatched to satisfy
crumbs sustaining vacant calm
while the storms may conspire
outside the window of the mind

curtains drawn as consequence
otherwise the world would bend
tumble down as gaps appear
expose the farce that all fear

warped to test belief in God
for lies then resolved
assumptions gathered are no more
now cast aside as madness grows.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191023.

The clay has set to **** the one
wanting something beyond their form
now that time has set the frame
with assurance of no change

except for aging that betrays
desires lost in beauty's maze
looking at the warped glass
mirrors stating the opposite

perhaps a chance once thrived
to portray the paradigm
even this is held to doubt
lost in decades far behind

now the clay is only fit
to be ground by the fist
reduced to dust as nature asks
aberrations to step aside.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191022.

A new low among the heights
a spiral returning into the mire
ever escaping gravity's pull
towards a crash upon the globe

even when the sun may shine
fill the expanse of the sky
the clouds blanket unseen earth
depths far from the warming orb

asking nothing but belief
that doom will return to compete
with belief of upward trends
tested by the cold malaise

all the reasons to resist
in culmination to exist
are put aside without hope
lest the highs take control.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191021.