A friendship made beyond the veil
that curtain draped on rods of sleep
where no others than my self
may view the beauty then enjoyed

the void brings companionship
an irony that nothingness is the source
for a sharing that I'll not regret
even as guilt still finds its place

more than touch was implied
familiarity shared without reserve
I wish I could remember more
these recollections beyond the norm

this fellowship I’ll not soon forget
never to be seen beyond the night
it's still enough to write this poem
instruct my pen to dream again.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181116.

Penciled etchings scratch the paint
once a wish for what could be
now damnation for the one
condemned by wishes before their time

boasting years far in advance
the goals extolled a fantasy
creatures thought to fly to peaks
instead walk the earth with clay feet

consider giants that cannot stand
when the landscape is nightmare’s realm
all will crawl when the path
spirals downward instead of up

imaginations of one sad mind
demanding more with every inch
ticking off the fevered goals
creating hells with every year

those heights attained by progenies
where Dad’s boasts ascribe his place
leaving failures to reconcile
lonely scratches instead of love.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181115.

The sweetest fruit has a look
beware the suppers who wish to test
what’s been sampled will then be grasped
felling masters with greedy tastes

beauty is seen to be an end
by a queen or castaway
opens doors at a glance
the promise made of succulence

luring all to their doom
no matter station they may hold
seduction is another name
for the mastery now impaired

this fate is cast upon desire
a spell as ancient as the sun
assures damnation for a soul
when the flesh dominates

so round and firm to the touch
without a blemish set by time
this is the plate of offering
at the altar of power’s fall

delicious morsels that could accede
bend the knee in vassalage
will instead enthrall the high
ready victims to tasty lies.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181114.

Stuck in amber and wrapped in time
limitless options boil down to none
look for the dreams when the clock winds
what could be when all is spent

energy depleted to feed a soul
a living death is the reward
world still spins on shared axis
part of the whole spins away

this crass illusion of the less and more
grasps at aspects out of reach
decline the invite at the door
at the risk of dancing last on the stage

a mask is left that sees all
the deserted homestead feels incomplete
while cold rooms whisper more
now that time has found a face.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181113.

The shoeblack is on the job
bending knee for gentlemen
first the comments about rain
or the lack of, all the same

disagreement may arise
no one knows what may fall
then the earl must convey
politics of the day

opine offered without regard
of lower classes’ principles
still a reply is required
a small offering to the lord

‘cooks are thought to be quite smart
unless the flood distracts the guards’.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181112.

Shades of blue merge to form
a landscape in the mind
with objects merging to reveal
the hidden door I must concede

what came before was azure
framing life in repose
between cyan of my dreams
and azul that claimed my days

this realm of comfort suggested much
with promises made without results
while the screams held a tribute
to the wounds behind closed doors

indigo followed in due time
the stillborn child that still lived
thrashing weakly to be heard
with calls to gods beyond four walls

cards cast to scry the fog
numbers jumbled in search of calm
the planets sought as advisers
these were what the second ray’s outcomes

now another has blossomed
violet calling to its own
demanding space to finally live
pushing boundaries that slip from sight

ambiguity is now the norm
the unconventional defining life
what came before was just a start
as the door beckons forth

these shades of blue in spiral’s path
turning sideways in pursuit
of the outcome I now indulge
seeking life beyond rainbow’s curve.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181112.

I’ll dress with comfort least in mind
conduct myself outside the box
to find a place between two realms
extorting flavors I’d love to share

the first derives from elegance
a past time when manners reigned
prompting fashion to seek ***** ends
covering flesh with florid lace

exclaiming ma‘am on the tongue
the touch of royalty at all times
mimosa had with early lunch
this is the half I’ll now corrupt

the debauched is allowed
with use of leather to restrain
buckles gleaming in their place
aside rope looped to shame

religion turned to worship skin
the body shown by line and curve
science once served gods of steam
now instructs the bawdiest knots

this theme of ******* elevates
the once decent to its place
aside desires that lay within
those who walk between two worlds.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181111.

Does the color matter when in love?
asks the prompt to launch a poem
not in the least I will respond
as comfort found is number one

eschew society no matter what
when their opinions are prejudiced
against a person for nothing more
than pigment layered above the heart

it’s tough enough to find another
echoing passions with due ardor
in a world all too cold
loneliness appears to rule

look to where romance appears
to edge the bet against this chance
by complying to bigotry
is sad folly when answering love.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181110.

Somedays I choose the extreme
go beyond the edge of this dream
embrace the nightmare of the beyond
seek a shadow to dwell upon
I put on the jacket and cinch the shoes
tie the garrote around my neck
walk to the edge to plunge within
all these rules I must endure

now I'm the model of self-repose
normality set with the perfect taint
these goals I set for myself
exclude the spirit of sanity
grasping the ring made of brass
allows decorum to be the boss
a straitjacket to bring in the bucks
now life’s harmony is justly forced

this balance leaning toward the right
the rule of order becomes the crux
for noose set just right
against a neck offered to the crowd
the Hangman gives a nod
the job well done is for the best
comfort found in absolutes
sacrifice for the greater good.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181109.

Perhaps the gods had a say
hearing mortal’s mournful bray
echoed in at the giant’s feet
these specs of dust now uncontrite

assuming purpose where there is none
shake a fist to be heard
still the mortals raise a chant
shattering nothing except themselves

upon the rocks of hubris
by avenues of power’s grace
creation asks for nothing less
than for man to reside within

this expectation rules supreme
stamped in gold upon the page
saying nothing in response
cast to whimper in echoes' face

to a cosmos that cares not
arraying outcomes that are denied
when the winds begin to blow
a deeper silence is then heard.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181108.

The week has passed without respite
the hole made large by encounter’s lack
until at last the moment came
to once again step away
this rendezvous outside the lines
drawn on the map to console
uncaring souls who would condemn
congregating to dance anew

to these ends the time has comes
assignation to soothe the hearts
loneliness swept aside
as two gather to strut as one
a glance confirms the mutual
dual intents matched to meet a lack
no longer will the craving burn
when it’s fed for a song

the crowd of hundreds melts away
no longer present in the room
pushed by passion of the dalliance
to the realms beyond desire
stepping between the here and there
a tryst completed without remorse
what’s now sated will find repose
until the same time comes again.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181107.

Look to the ones who give witness
expressing sorrow along with joy
the lessons shared are expressed
with examples in silent prayers

this careful mix that’s explained
from the pulpit of life’s dismay
extorting what should not be
while existing to find peace

speaking examples by their rote
providing homilies based on hope
a paradigm that most believe
this case of silence turned to ten

behold a ritual of routine
expressed by verity for the world
listen closely as you watch
salt of the earth close to home.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181106.

The Devil muttered words to lose
skirting precepts the prompt hewed
forbidden chants once inscribed
the decline that’s now described

first came passion mixed with desire
this turned towards what’s despised
with a chuckle the nuptials
became the taint that held them both

this union that begged for flight
not to run but to escape
down the warrens of false hope
damning those who lived above

to end it all would be the choice
presented by the Lord of Lies
twisting words that can’t be used
profanity shunned in respect

broken free of chains that bind
dogma stated by holy ones
from the turrets of ancient spires
creeds no longer supporting lives

belief too weak to crawl alone
when foundations are destroyed
all the pronouns become like worms
lacking words Satan that robbed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181105.

I’ll walk a step to achieve
perfection found in where none should be
one step more and then the next
until I find I must retreat

when the critics have their say
on such matters that betray
life embraced to realize
identities that aren’t a lie

two steps more to come aside
fellow travelers that give comfort
admitting that they also vibe
with alternatives found inside

confirming bias of the perverse
not by that name for the converts
instead the label is the norm
stating life beyond the fold

the third step may be the last
returning round to the first
standing as the example
to those who follow with their own.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181104.

The bridge is one of many
away from walls hung with chains
restricting natures that will vary
by something more than standard
partitions of the measured
these boxes set to manage
suffocating the imprisoned
seeking escape to arches

a span built from spectrums
diversions of the binate
contrasting two inversions
some cannot imagine
the steps echo loudly
distracting those who relish
the passage now discredits
order based on standards

somewhere towards the middle
we’ll dally at that moment
relish the found oneness
discovery as a bonus
by gender or attraction
these spans on which to travel
stride the rainbow aura
to find where souls are valid.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181103.

I asked if I was beautiful
in the form I am entrapped
while seeking forms now estranged
by a nature based on genes

the world rejoined remarks
my choices made to enclose
a body defying norms
when fitting into the gowns

splendour was obscured
lost while it’s explained
a flurry of here and there
combined to share the pith

this goddess lost to sight
hoping some will see the belle
in garments of lady’s shade
glamour of the heart

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181102.

Was pretty put on this earth
to tantalize or to curse?
this is the question of the day
while I bend my knee to pray

when I see the lovely prance
do their **** little dance
I ask the God above for peace
to tame the passion with relief

these temptations are enough
to boost libido to the top
without an avenue to relieve
the inner pressure in my sleeve

what's been prompted should be spent
this is the law of viral men
not to waste the evoked seed
knowing life may be conceived

still my conscience begs for good
asking why I would be lewd
there is no fault in splendor's face
even if I'm drawn in haste

so that those ends I'll withdraw
hold frustrations in my paw
release what God has ordained
with machismo now explained.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181030.

The bars are in the heart
a sentence that calls for life
demanding the living death
in jail that is freely kept

freedom becomes the taunt
seen in the beyond
through the lives that mirror hope
lost to the souls circumscribed

the doors are opened wide
available to all lives
yet there is one without egress
to follow is not their course

moonlight is instead the path
translucent without substance
sustaining emotion’s grief
in the chains that still persist

now tears must reconcile
imprisonment freely held
those chains of love once lost
a choice made by the heart

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181101.

Distance asks for its due
demanding patience in the stretch
between encounters that define
those who seek devotion’s time

a gap excluding passion’s bliss
is the barrier that intrudes
upon the lovers wanting more
then the moment will endure

while the embrace is delayed
adoration still remains
questing for fortuity
a chance to show affinity

the emotion is not dismayed
holding strong while congress waits
relations evoked by true love
wishing contact where there is none

removing lovers for a time
this is the bane of many miles
still true love will sustain
until two converge as one.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181031.

Dancing only to explore
the joy of motion instead of more
was the goal before we met
instead desires were prominent

to fall in love once again
seems my fate in your embrace
I’ll write to gauge how this was
when the passions gripped my heart

now amour is in the wind
adoration perhaps misplaced
yet the feelings are not vile
there is honesty in their wiles

blowing boundaries meant to guard
delicacies of the world
toppled by the human wants
driven by the social dance

have no fear dear audience
all’s not lost as bodies meld
the madness goes as it comes
temporary in moment’s brush

to fall in love is our fate
this is annulled when music ends
the cycle turns to be renewed
as another meets my arms.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181028.

I lay beside the near stranger
In the darkest of the night
speaking words for him to hear
as death crept close in between
I hoped to stay his seeking hand
in a grip that could prevent
encroachment of the hooded one
eager to take what all will give.

"It is not your time my new friend
this beast will take you in the end
but it not need be this very day
please turn from him, this I pray"

In their eyes I saw the fear
the dread of living on the edge
when all of life is too much
the good in things far out weighed
what could I say to save this soul?
bid Reaper go on this chill night
that others wait for his call
not this stranger shivering in my arms.

"Hold on my friend, please frustrate
the leap to realms beyond this place
I know they call with deepest balm
this siren call beyond the veil"

I feared my words were hollow shells
cast into the deepest well
lost from sight as gloom progressed
surrounding us with ill intent
once more I rallied forth
not content to say no more
a last proclaim I would extoll
to break the curse taking hold.

"You are loved above all else
by God above and all your friends
turn back the end, this doom you seek
so you and I will meet the dawn"

I'll tell you this in last stanza
I don't know if I was heard
for in that moment the stranger fell
taken down by his own gun
I did not know him very well
but he and I were the same
the end took him as it did me
I was no more by the same shell.

Things left unsaid fill the space
with accompaniment by a soundtrack
chords too heavy to be expressed
demented notes best not plucked

never echoes in my head
longest ever with no refrain
known to exist in the void
where the source will be found

by lack of will or faint of heart
silence is my last resort
alternative to calm's consort
raving screams to rent the air

these are implied if you look
to the verse that's come before
tappings on the frigid walls
lost to time in sunlight's fall

this dearth of sound does not mean
my mind is empty of all thought
quite the opposite would be found
if all my groans could be heard

instead look to the furtive eyes
darting round to find escape
hoping you'll drop your guard
allow escape to the beyond

whimpers press hard to this page
this allowed lest I betray
sanity slipped from its leash
replaced by lunacy in its place

bound to a collar with aching chains
trapping who I really am
within this awful tomb of flesh
with only madness to be played.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171102.

Once the mighty played the field
floating high above all men
vices seized to be absolved

the past had culture that defiled
assaults dismissed by ego’s boon
permission gave to monsters’ birth

power flexed for pleasure's sake
taken when the giving balked
rights discarded for delight’s harm

to take control was the goal
lorded over the smaller ones
wanting all and then some more

present day has now arrived
with tender wounds aching still
calling out the miscreants

authority tastes the bitter edge
justice in the public eye
the clay feet are now revealed

command cuts itself to heal
the fiends seen in mirror’s face
altars splashed with sacrificed

the mighty fall by gravity
no longer able to stand upright
when the sins have true weight.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171114.

Attraction speaks from the heart
sharing space with staid lust
always there even when
partners picked seem the norm

straight and gay define the poles
statements made to impose
rigid rules made by those
with no reference to the more

assumptions made are based on mates
from the duo of allure
disregarding the urgent pleas
from the one that knows themselves

boxes formed to stuff the ones
defying rules of east and west
what lays between still exists
even while some disagree

how you feels is enough
when attraction is then prompted
knowing is met with trust
it’s not changed when the count

beauty framed in many forms
this is true no matter who
is the partner for one day
or the decades that transpire.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180923.

I met you and I knew
with no doubt in my mind
a future waited to be had
you were to be the only one
matching parts that would fulfill
questing gaps in my soul

listen to this beseeched rant
uttered once before you go
a message I have weighed
in the dark where thoughts play
between the spaces of pure joy
when you were absent from my world

the reason for this certitude
matters little to my soul
the impossible matters not
the end is the same to me
dark mood consumes me whole
remedy removed from my hands

you would complete me
fill the whole of inner space
puzzle pieces come as one
in life's grand scheme
and now this hole will remain
this vacancy at my core

the thrashing of a wanting heart
grounded wings of fervent love
shaking fists at the divine
knowing you wish to far
this maze of mirrors that frustrate
so close perhaps but now so far

you’ve become unattainable
I’ll speak no more with my words
tears blind my eyes and choke my throat
as intentions tear my heart
leave before I’m totally lost
sincerely the one not meant to be.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181028.

I met you and I knew
with no doubt in my mind
you were to be the only one
matching parts that would fulfill
questing gaps in my soul

listen to this beseeched rant
a message I have weighed
in the dark where thoughts play
between the spaces of pure joy
when you were absent from my world

you’ve become unattainable
I’ll speak no more with my words
tears blind my eyes and choke my throat
as intentions tear my heart
leave before I’m totally lost.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181028.

Look to the youth for your hope
when the despair seeks a hold
whispered lies of greater gods
those elders that deny the truth
lesser spirits extend their boon
denying elders that intrude
on the affairs of mortal chaff
that have forgotten magic’s hand

even as the light may fade
there is an ember to be had
worship based on much less
than power’s hold on the heart
dark pushed back by the wish
reverence for lesser traits
gentle healings instead of strength
this is the mantra young possess

incense burned on altar’s face
drifting skyward to imbue
discernment of what came before
now cast aside to bring the dawn
borrow what they can provide
these children of a lesser god
stripped of idols from the past
their faith delivered saves the world.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181027.

Seraph borne to the ground
with lack of wings to rise above
don’t feel sorry for the guardians
leaving duties for low play

once the holy could resist
the carnal lures of the flesh
or the passion of escape
sinking lower to partake

struck from high to walk among
mortals striving to achieve
blessings lost to the drop
by the spirits disgracing God

when temptation rules the day
even saints choose to roam
at the risk of plunging low
to amuse the watching fools.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181026.

Returning by the three-fold
the past echoes in whiplash
by firm measure the punishment
exacting only what's appropriate

when the scourge is karma's toll
asking only what for what's due
the skin responds against the whip
blistering red in gasped riposte

drawing blood with ever stroke
with a sound few may deny
painting anguish with a brush
loud mercies not yet come

the crop is the master's gift
a skill pressed to supple flesh
that talent evoked to assure
embracing of cold remorse

these fates spun by the lash
around the head and back again
not yet done in the measuring
of rewards beyond the shade

fortune absolved of empathy
when destiny demands a punishment
a chance for doom must exist
if the scourge is meant to sting.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181025.

I stood to view the forest’s cloak
residing over the meager scratch
a passage forced upon the world
sharing landscapes of my trek

two tracks led through the woods
on the edge of fog’s domain
bordered by ranks of trees
witness to passage’s sway

leading forward beyond the curve
matching rearward to fade away
here in the moment the matching ruts
assure comfort from history

the promise of exit’s grace
implied by furrows marring earth
green removed by wheel’s tread
echo transport of the past

what came before may repeat
assurance given by the fray
impressed upon the fateful earth
direction stated by my sight

a journey paused may resume
by the bounty of this road
skirting wilds where nature rules
I’ll find my way by the grooves.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181024.

For one day only I’ll be alive
instead of seeking the other side
at the prompt of a dark force
to live without the urge to leave
denying gifts I’m meant to hold
in mortal danger to my soul

perhaps the hours could resolve
with the blessings of the gods
an inner war of light and dark
inspiring envy for the dead
the sun’s journey could remove
this sickness felt for too long

just not a distraction in a breath
this is the norm before the weight
of ruminations descend again
dire reflections tumbling round
without an avenue to escape
other than dark egress

just one day would be a relief
an exodus to light’s domain
reassurance of living grace
to know hope lays beyond
replacing dark with the blue
gone are shadows in my life

this dream will have the last laugh
even as the dusk descends again
the cruelest jest I’ll not survive
gifted by the capricious god
that one day only that I’m alive
a lifetime spans beyond the time.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181023.

Beware the future that intrudes
only wishing to abuse
reality gifted by gods
with a request to carry on

due honesty would claim this stead
of living fully with no regret
regardless of the past now gone
or the monster in the beyond

this thief that waits just ahead
around the corner filled with dread
stealing moments that don’t belong
except for those who merit hope

some say it's jealousy
purveyor of the jade haze
that drives the creature from its lair
to satisfy envy’s plan

crying tears that have no place
in the moment that should ignore
suggestions made by willow-wisps
flitting in that distant space

so distrust the wicked ones
describing doom that’s yet to come
embrace the present for verity
anxiety ****** for peace it takes.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181022.

With the clouds come the rain
accompaniment nature has decreed
I’ll not bear a grudge in response
knowing skies will open up

to sway the drought that came before
those rays of sun from a blue sky
few would deny to be a curse
leaving dust that chokes the throat

the thirst evoked the worse of times
begrudging love in the slow drip
or the deluge of past revels
festivities divorced from love

low hung mist promised streams
prompting memory to fill the space
or prodding travelers to discern
revealing landscapes that converge

cleansing is the benefit
when the dust is washed away
not to drown, instead to wash
absolve our sins, renewal’s breadth.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181021.

The moments passed in a blink
years in the making before I rest
as the decades draw to an end
denying more than they give

leaving landmarks to a cause
I did not embrace in my time
except to wonder if I missed
something more than youthful bliss

attraction becomes the constant taunt
after use has been dispersed
in the flash of a life’s span
memories linger when all is lost

those quiet prayers are all that’s left
internal screams that none hear
forever shared with the ghosts
the only ones that dwell outside

perhaps they’ll listen and then reply
while I stand with sad resolve
with a knowledge that few deserve
watching decades as they dissolve.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181021.

Perhaps they linger to resolve
the pain received while alive
wishing vengeance the mortal shirk
by equal measure plus much more
perfection sought where there was none
sorrow begs for Devil’s course

holy orders have no defense
when revenants ask for their due
demand revenge in return
no dis-allowance of their rage
retaliation behooves revenge
as the living join their ranks

now the few are the ******
huddled in the fading light
knowing fate will be a curse
escaping peace of the grave
the invitation is a gift
walking dead will persist

don’t despair if you’re the last
the pound of flesh will be withdrawn
before the coming of the dawn
the once-reviled become the norm
long enduring are deceased
this land without a living soul.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181020.

Freedom waits outside the walls
constructed to keep safe a soul
seeking more than life provides
when awareness at last arrives
the journey ends with a roar
is begun at the shore
of a land that does not serve
the traveler of different strokes

first the whispers nudge the boat
currents roaring deep below
pushing boulders in the dark
worlds are moved in result
on the surface the waves are slight
muted by persistent lies
society must constrain
misunderstood they can’t accept

determined winds then insist
catch the sails that invite
appetites beyond the shade
still the return is choice
before the tempest joins desire
decisions made beyond the mind
revelation becomes the storm
seeking lands beyond the norm

sea and soul merge as one
in the end the line is crossed
emancipated by the choice
comfort found in the core
verdict handed to a world
announcing truth now revealed
no longer safe in staid chains
freedom found outside of walls.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181020.

Between the choice of dawn’s light
and the judgment of the dusk
lay the affairs that resolve
to decide a future morn

failures spun from the same cloth
as success that draws the likes
ask only for an equal nod
acknowledgment of two paths

the low road is passion’s place
little better than prevailing heights
where the mind consumes itself
in the **** of certitude

the lessons learned or pain dodged
provide a map that describes
the journey taken separately
from destinations preordained

avoiding landmarks based on lies
while they’re truths in the large
are the fallacies that choice precludes
while moving towards the edge of night.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181019.

Walls tall enough to hide the sun
assuming it was there at all
provide the cell I shall escape
if doom will have its way
horrors lurk in each corner
whispering promises none should hear
evoking screams that few heed
echo loudly in response

resounding themes of egress
though not based in hope’s sweet balm
that was lost long ago
when alarms became confused
now the peels of distant bells
lead to outcomes worse than death
as the mirrors forever face
rebounding terror felt within

the outward is replaced
without regard for what may come
ruins without bars
when sanity no longer stands
the corridor is always there
allowing exit from this jail
ideation provides the path
imprisonment is still preferred.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181018.

The blooms shroud what’s hid beneath
only shapes hint the concealed
as bright flowers distract the eye
from a crypt absent a hearth
last dwelling place for my heart
only the ghosts still dwell within
revenants that life will not cleave
disturbing memories long deceased
these echoes shroud by petal’s blades
blossoms placed upon the grave.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181018.

To **** a monster is an affair
most avoid lest they fail
when mortality does not last
if the injury is by the like
humanity becomes the key
to find the flaw beneath shield
lending knowledge through frailty
to be the least is victory

weakness flaunted as if to taunt
something more than humanness
a greater strength shown in teeth
claws flexing to rend the flesh
please hold fast to the soul
lest the outcome is foretold
consumption sought by enemies
lay in seeds of power’s lure

fire to fire will always fail
darkness burns with the flame
consuming might even while
foes are dropped by the sword
the other path will win the day
when the weakness is embraced
holding what the strong discard
in pure arrogance before their fall

shed the tear to realize
what’s important above all force
connection to the angelic realms
is found in laughter of the child
slay the monster with this spark
cry for blood spilled to ground
no pleasure taken at the dawn
darkness felled in weakest light.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181017.

The decades passed before I knew
recognition of a core truth
affinity to alternatives
including base androgyny
I resisted the first hints
attraction asked for variance
beyond what most would embrace
in response I pulled within

into those shadows I retired
allowing a false normative
presenting visions for a world
that could not stomach any more
passing was the stratagem
hiding in the fullest sight
even though the lure was there
pulling me to look for more

the clock dealt discovery
revelation became the theme
turning pages with a shock
if only I could regress time
then I’d live the wider path
embracing attraction and much more
gender stated between the poles
at least there’s now to live a life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181017.

Illusion may have its way
bend reality with a friend
while allowing music’s lead
to orchestrate this short affair

the fallacy will be embraced
a blink of joy as consequence
not enough to cure the itch
still the balm is revered

the romantic may be teased
with a wink and nudge
first to stir and then to sleep
returning to the waiting depths

the partners speak in hushed tones
without saying a single word
allowing motion to relate
what’s allowed in fantasy

pretending there's something more
in the conjuring of the song
then return to boxes where
innocence will be restored

the lyric bard may not abuse
considerations beyond that realm
when all that’s granted by the dance
are mirages that soothe the soul.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181016.

The words provoked more than thought
in the prompt of stanza’s lines
or the rhyme of song’s refrain
one has comfort of the tune
the pair invoke the lyrical
regard power in the words

both share a form that provokes
desires both pure and far less so
speaking to the appetites
triggers stroked in syllables
perhaps purposed by the bard
to solicit the yearning urge

these hungers ask to be resolved
once commenced there is a yen
to be resolved before the end
few may deny if they try
that innerscapes now resound
with the cravings found inside

passions for the greed of life
once disallowed are made plain
on the page or by the ear
in the end the muse will ask
nothing less than siren’s call
to be answered by the crowd.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181015.

To vouch a love by the wrapper
appearance measured above all other
ascribed to bits attached therein
excludes the passions that may linger

distractions are plentiful
defining beauty by all groups
be they religious in their stead
or commercial making bread

the subtle hint or much more
by the curve or flesh shown
both evoke a quick judgment
knowingness that will conflict

with perfection found within
below the surface of the skin
beyond pretension of organs
placed by nature to procure

when not needed they are surplus
to the pursuit of true love
that longs apart from fae sight
touch extending to the heart

the clues forsaken allow for more
now just a nudge before the fall
love is found in true romance
absent in the wrapper’s charm.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181014.

I remember that fateful day
when I came to the world
stating who I ‘m meant to be
with no doubt of circumstance
the world reacted with no shock
an exclamation that was approved
my statements rang upon their ears
expectations then confirmed

first I said I was a straight
orientation all should have
with desires that did not extend
beyond vanilla curds and whey
longing for the opposite
blessed by holy words inscribed
no confusion about the match
with the slotted plumbing bits

then I said I was a cis
knowing gender was ascribed
by the lady or the lad
with nothing else to be had
identity was sanctified
by the stamp of Eden’s dawn
lasting after tainted fall
binary will carry on

duality has been disclosed
bared to a world that does not care
when the expected is exposed
instead of horrors outside the curve
the normative was my groove
if only all could feel the same
they should take the same risk
to come out as the approved.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181013.

I wrote this poem for the world
to reveal the secret words
a place I'd like to conceal
if realm was not shared
the singular does not existence
no matter how the pain insists
one to the other is exclaimed
by the authors that came before

mirrors hung on the walls
with facades of painted forms
thought to be held in place
those mannequins in mortal form
frames of pleasure and of pain
trading turns in the dance
both disguised by the grief
sustaining passions of frozen hearts

the struggle moves beneath
betraying stillness by a scream
that I relate by my own
echoed in search of exit’s balm
the avenues seemed reticent
to allow what I sought
perhaps they lied in the tomes
held aloft by those who know

I found my own in slow pursuit
along the trails spun by poems
circling enigmas of the soul
knowing others also strove
to this end the words are grasped
bent to speak where mouths cannot
applied by stanzas now divulged
untidy mysteries put to words

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181012.

There is a place where sadness lives
far from the edge of hope’s domain
now even further when the fog
descends to block the shared sun

what was day is now the night
forever dusk without a dawn
twilight cloaking painful thoughts
asking all to be withdrawn

still the shadows must persist
discerning wraiths where faith resists
a final warning now resounds
lest the doom is permanent

echoes across the scattered paths
one leads out of the maze
others mock with assent
sorrow mixed with sufferance.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181011.

Keep your gods close at hand
no matter what the world may plan
lest you lose stability
in the storm of life's conflicts

that compass pointing to the path
to find the groove that directs life
towards a goal meant for one
no matter how many are displayed

by other souls seeking peace
as the walls constrict around
starving light from the sky
while the pits cry for blood

in this mix I struggled on
lost in the haze without resort
to the pillars that could hold
my trembling heart above the gloom

imagination now remains
conjecturing realms of sanity
don't **** the gods for release
they too ask why this should be.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181010.

The reasons pile upon themselves
making nonsense if compiled
still they provide enough cause
to shift the world on itself

the levers tug to push the load
towards the end that cause implores
even if the angels cry
for small mercies set aside

nothing less than victory
is enough to satisfy
motivations that allow
the rationale for lunacy

trading futures for the present
and reversed at the same time
nothing left in the middle
except for ruins now ordained

lingering long after the fact
now forgotten because of shame
the reasons had their place
to shift the world towards its end.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181009.

There are days that test my will
to carry on in public view
by breadth of sharing inner truths
or asking justice to be pursued
both are comfort on good days
these are few when I dismay
the evil condoned by fellow men
even while they fly their flag

stating wisdom that’s suborned
by politics beyond the norm
soliciting some small gain
before their power slips away
towards that end the guilt compounds
deals with devils to possess
a future stained by a curse
of dishonor for their cause

into this fray I am immersed
by watching news of the taunts
passed in between before win
all the marbles in this conflict
what they behold as consequence
of morality held to heart
is then fodder to be spent
malevolence spun from grace

this rivalry that saps my will
to participate once again
I’d bid goodbye to these fecks
and then I know it’s in vain
my outrage is not for them
instead I fight for travelers
those of stripes that I share
I’ll hold my will for these friends.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181008.