The clock twice right each day
may tick as the time is betrayed
no longer tracked in perfect sync
with the cycles of the sane

those timepieces god has blessed
mark the hours as paragons
each with a purpose finely tracked
periods seeped in excellence

contrasted with the broken shells
seeming whole but missing parts
those mimics of horologes
instruments meant to tell no lies

if only all could realize
so much more than time implied
those fabrications most deny
when twice each day wrong is right.

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Fatality is the sure mindset
this knowing that all will end
in the sooner of time's refrain
than the latter of best-case

this insistence that won't abate
knowing there is a fate
inscribed in stone honed from angst
an exit assured as the last escape

insurance cast as surety
inescapable lest hope spring
that something else may transpire
to shift a mind that conspires

plotting against welfare's cause
the long view now surely lost
this is the doom without respite
with the smile maintained as a mask.

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Rally the jesters around the king
those sad buffoons of last remit
pretending manners of diplomats
feigning a purpose that's not mad

nobody knows if they're serious
embracing a role that none should seek
these soldiers sent to **** themselves
lest their liege be condemned

this defense of a tyrant for power's sake
look at the clowns as the gears
turning round without regard
only knowing this is to be their fate

temptation met the Lord by wilderness
******* was the gift rebuked
don't ask the jesters for the same
their duty lays in the king's domain.

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Would mortals dare to ever dream
the visions that make angels weep
normality born of humankind
is not enough to gird the mind

on shores forbidden to the weak
strangeness is not the extreme
instead the masters tempt the fates
knowing rules are theirs to break

twist expectations to exclaim
nothing decent is there to blame
when the board is swept clear
pressing smiles moved to tears

the hourglass will run its course
replace the hours with wickedness
still brave mortals dare to tread
those visions wise ones learn to dread.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191209.

When the math denies the truth
that value lays in the obtuse
then return is measured far too short
a fraction of the true worth

denial is the easy path
one traveled by all involved
when the map only shows
dogma's taint turned to roads

only asking staid results
the vanilla of cheers extolled
equations will only lie
supply answers the wise deny

even while the most precious gifts
are eschewed through ignorance
when calculations run by fools
are the basis of empty truths.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191208.

Sometimes a breath is enough
to bridge a life beyond the now
even though the way seems barred
by the gulfs that confound

anxiety is the greatest foe
with taint for fear close behind
each has a message that defeats
forward motion one may achieve

whispered advice from the depths
asks for progress to be delayed
turn away from taking air
deep inside the ready lungs

holding stasis even while
a world demands more from time
not realizing the tipping point
has been decided before the plunge.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191207.

Distraction takes the place of cheer
the later sadly has disappeared
in its place the now insists
for replacement lest life slips

that ***** demanding sacrifice
when delight has turned to fright
damning present to be worse
than a death that’s life reversed

perhaps amusement is the cure
even though the fun diverts
from a path that assures
something lasts beyond the curse

still adherents will pursue
decoys instead of truth
for one more day darkness flees
waiting for the end’s decree.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191206.