The beast waits deep within
no matter the gender nor the age
demanding a brief release
to feed the hunger felt within
these cravings mock civility
ingrained rules of society
defining who may merge
when the masks are fulfilled

ask the gods why this is
they’ll reply with a grin
it’s not for love or praise
though these part of the play
instead the race must carry on
propagate from two to one
or maybe more on the chance
that nature blesses with the twins

this is rejected by the beast
it cares nothing for the norms
now the breadth of humankind
is seen as fodder for its lust
diversity would satisfy
even though the rules deny
release from wishes deep within
between the legs and in the head

sometimes sated for a time
the eternal in a blink
when the plunge defies depths
touching joy though carnal paths
what seems forever does not last
even though the sheer delights
transcend all measures man beholds
to their dogma in written books

that animal we all behold
wishing nothing but to be fed
within the box or outside
the fiend of passion never sleeps
burn the incense to appease
stimulating to release
once it’s fed the worm will relent
until it stirs to crave again

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181007.

What came before may persevere
exacting cost against the change
now unwilling to release
those who seek to find their way
the paths may open late in life
disregarding history
even while the tales repeat
echoes none would choose to hear

the deeper truths may take time
informed by signposts in the fog
becoming clearer as the sun
burns the doubt from the mind
pointing onward into light
still the darkness is nearby
with the tendrils reaching forth
like a shadow that persists

only existing as a shade
reliant on brightness to exist
to have one will bring the other
but death awaits in retreat
to shun this creature is to turn
back to the pit from where it came
instead persevere with the change
knowing life will then persist.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181006.

None of the dead return to this world
escaping the bonds from the beyond
intruding where the living must rule
except in the case that most excuse
the door is closed once they’ve passed
don’t be complacent with this fact
sometimes the departed will carry on
without regard for those that remain

to roam the boundaries in sun’s bright light
becomes the same as night’s felled shroud
neither denying those who press on
to assert themselves after the tomb
when the bonds are reticent
to push them through the opaque veil
shades circle round the worn paths
remembering what many have lost

some choose to stay after the dirge
neither cremation nor coffin chase
reluctant spirits lost in between
to the last peace that death surely holds
none may come back, so says the Saint
even though God would show them the way
that passage points to only one course
the unwilling pause to haunt evermore.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181005.

Look to that place in between
where the lost are reconciled
to be confused within their minds
by the ignorant wielding knives
with wicked edges cutting sharp
explanations without thought
inflicting wounds that may take a life
when the soul is bled dry

not a phase of the heart
instead assurance is their own
embracing thirst of the years
for both the east and the west
including states betwixt the points
these are the realms found by lust
defying wisdom deeply flawed
by observers outside the zone

asking gender to be declared
by identity or the draw
rudeness blooming by disdain
then disbelieving the replies
attention put to the void
where despair may manifest
hopefully their prey will rise
put aside the hateful blooms

shirking rules that matter not
only meant to destroy
neither matters when the truth
declares the proof found within
these are a life for many folks
pursing verity of the self
seeking truth within the posts
embracing life instead of death.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181004.

These reminders I can't escape
staring out of the picture frame
the same individual as before
guiding hand I can't touch

Aphrodite or Hecate
both are present in my day
one to show the way to love
the other to temper what may result

watching from the flat dimension
cloistered on four sides
nonetheless they suggest
which path of goddess I'll partake

their purpose shroud in joy
with the veil of sadness cast
upon a mood that reflects
the breadth of who I am

forever stating what came before
now I walk the path implored
by the one that speak the voice
of deities beyond the veil

combined as a shade expressed
in the present yet still absent
that paradigm that I pursue
magic wrapped in beauty's arms.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181003.

Watchers stand with their grace
now detached from the race
pursuant of the tender flesh

the wheel turns to propagate
population across the earth
requiring lust to consummate

attraction becomes the devil’s taunt
after use has been dispersed
in the flash of a life’s span

beholders left to denounce
what came before is out of bounds
with desire put aside

god has the final laugh
voyeurs present had their chance
separated from what’s blessed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181002.

Evidence becomes the coin
determining worth on the scales
already rigged from the start
with no measure to dissuade

when morality is the judge
of a world they’d like to purge
all will fall beneath their gaze
when the virtue is misplaced

evil witnessed outside a book
or experience of the self
both are seen as paradigm
to the ones that are assured

madness lays down those paths
even while hearts are pure
identifying outside the lines
the normative is put aside

deviants by their choice
that’s when nature is most pure
without deceit verbalized
even though the masses cry

normative becomes the chant
damning all that are unique
now proof condones everything
or lack thereof to place the hate.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181001.

Dawn will soon be embraced
for treasures beyond the curve
of the earth now brought to hand
wanton actions then expressed
the mold is broken and then reformed
sensuous defined by each one

far-flung stars gazed in sleep
Scorpio waiting for a chance
when emotions churn within
private dreams foretold the way
those secret urges beyond the veil
brought to waking in the light

morning risen to exclaim
what the night hid away
the slumbering to be roused
or should arousal be the term
for dispassion put aside
in response to nature’s urge

vocal ***** and stirring hens
or reversed and transposed
now awoken from their sleep
ask for strokes to greet the day
more than enough to awake
achieve release not found in sleep.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180930.

Grace pursued me through the years
in the form of close friends
be they close enough to kiss
or at the end of nodding heads

each had a gift to impart
against which I sometimes fought
treasures are held within
even when if the mind demurs

all the years of sadness spawned
from the despair of waking life
melancholy of the heart
in place of joy that most command

often pushed to the side
that was the sickness you’ll understand
whispering lies that seem concrete
until my friends have their say

the greatest thanks goes to those
who persevere even when
my ideation is a daily crush
crushing life between the smiles

confirming value lost within
or just forgotten in the tears
confusion sheds with their love
the face of grace in my life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180929.

They say clothes make the man
I’ll bear witness to this plan
with a bodice made of silk
complete with trim at the wrists

a joy is found in the gown
confirming wants beyond a curve
when witnessed by the common soul
all to puzzled by the choice

while the reference may escape
no understanding of a need
still the essence firmly stands
savior to internal angst

consider beauty’s measurements
against the need of happiness
past monuments disconnect
from the realm of here and now

a peak of leg becomes enough
when the curves are found dull
asking why the fabric lays
on a form in such a way

these blunt plains defy sight
even while the blessed garbs
wrap the shell with loveliness
excitement found within the self.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180928.

Faith eludes those who boast
to possess this hallowed trait
while attacking the enemy
that fear's embedded in their mind
with only terror near at hand
the balm of faith is withheld
instead dogma’s brutal fist
communicates with a chin

now that fear is near at hand
doubt erodes the higher thoughts
chasing mercy with sad glee
forbearance is a memory
civility has no place
washed away with the blood
first mere droplets to precur
the drowning flood of false alarm

resulting wounds will not close
forever tainted with the sting
now that love no longer flows
along the streams of kind words
that aim to share piety
secure the walls against the horde
has become the deepest wound
that creed of faith far removed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180927.

I opened my mouth in search for words
the antidote to forever doubt
whether the goal is to survive
when I've lost the urge to thrive
the masculine should be immune
above the call I resist
immune to troubles of the world
I’ll offer truth to be observed

they say that men should not cry
instead we break deep inside
splintered pieces without respite
sodden though the eyes are dry
drowning in the sickness of the mind
with maladies shared by all
gender does not excuse the ill
from the torments in mirror's face

from the plate or by the view
consuming nothing instead of life
bodies wish for something more
denying what birth had blessed
in response the end is sought
much more quick that God allowed
the strong gender is still felled
to the grave by their hand

against this future I pause my hand
then scribbling words I must relate
men also suffer in false strength
at last succumbing to their end
my screams are sent into the void
faint whispers echo in return
perhaps I'm deaf to the reply
this is the illness I resist.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180926.

Beauty bespoke as vision’s sign
witness to the singular
borne to flesh within the span
of millennium allowed for man
line and curve combined to form
proportions blessing only one
with no dispute possible
for Venus incarnate once more

now the universe must concede
to lesser forms forever more
comeliness that will fail
to match this dream in wakefulness
the future must be endured
with loveliness that’s a mere shade
bereft of charm to sway my heart
when the apex has been named

years turn on time’s wheel
memories flash to reveal
sight elated by beauty’s form
fay illusions cast aside
now returned on wasteland’s paths
denying the garden of apple’s branch
that knowledge of pure grace
condemns life to charm’s lies.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180925.

Lone monsters slip behind the veil
distributed the crimes among the crowd
a thousand faces or maybe more
guilt distributed with aplomb

now the fault is congealed
the largest target one could conceive
to accuse one would **** them all
hence the world is confused

too immense to fall from wounds
all are taken as a shield
while the monsters retain their place
the power granted cannot fail

repentance would be the path
for those who embrace their faults
though power will not accede
to humble itself in the fall

the master of lies laughs the best
as the holy are finally skewered
host with their own petards
against a judgment of their Lord.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180924.

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 feel is enough
when attraction is the prompt
knowing is met with trust
not changed by links’ counts

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.

Consider if this is my best
the end result of life progressed
I’d deliver this short essay
to describe the tacit peak
a spiral is the best account
sometimes up, sometimes down
of the journey through the years
not yet ended if I’m here.

Declarations of made by ghosts
some still living in shared space
most have passed to the void
home of angels and devils both
this recital of the past
suborned by doubt of my own
locked in dungeons of the soul
still the light shines far above.

A moment like no other one
stating heights from which I’d fall
perhaps this fortune has occurred
I’ll find out by narrative
judgment passed to discern
the apex just out of reach
could this be the last tract
where I shine when ink scribes.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180922.

Those three words still left mute
in the face of other truths
that sentiment now replaced
by the breadth of other ways
consider patience in three steps
each important in itself
leading love to be found
in the links between all

first the instance of the blush
put to cheeks in response
to the warmth springing forth
that promise made on a whim
echoing fondness in heart
for another equally blessed
mirrored in color’s bloom
rose to mark the rising sun

followed by the seeking grasp
tentative in caution’s stead
contact fragile as the snow
hands desiring ardour’s prize
mutually seeking more than less
that promise made in face of fear
when the fire must be seized
before chapter changes page

the final phrases are obscured
by a lingering that transcends
time shared that’s routine
walking paths to share space
then three words are disclosed
no longer held on the tongue
when the way has been cleared
for ‘I love you’ to be exclaimed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180921.

Please excuse the normative
absent of *******’s stain
perhaps confusion should be shed
chase perfection from your head
the first glance may soon fail
if survival steps aside
admitting strangers to review
the honesty behind the mask.

Perhaps illusion is for the best
maintaining peace instead of self
while the spectrums ask their due
those aspects scream with neglect
denial traded to the Kings
for acceptance at their feet
now the straw has been dropped
on the top of camel’s back.

First the shallow is assumed
orientation checked with a glance
looking for one of two poles
the same for gender from the heart
the gaps are filled with prejudice
that type that sees what it will
while in between truth is found
separate from their biased views.

So much more awaits beyond
depravity in each mind’s eye
a proper measure may extend
to the depths we all have
passing beyond partisan
the shade acknowledged as unfair
to the bliss of ownership
what’s inside becomes the norm.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180920.

I asked to see the rest
space between east and west
in response the void spoke back
nothing is the more than less
the roads led beyond my sight
while the start could not unwind
the middle was not enough
to sustain the angels’ vows

that pledge that’s not been kept
words remembered fell away
with only screams left in my head
sanity slipping from the hand
vows implied by destiny
the explicit is then denied
assurances given by the gods
become the lies in the now

the map hid the scenery
cartographer’s sleight of hand
with mountain of contour lines
as flat as valley’s breadth
design escapes the journeyman
while promises are cast aside
visions grasped while most are lost
I only ask to see all there is.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180919.

The platform is ever smaller
each passing day the winds erode
my perch of sanity
still my smile defies the breeze

that false display that tempts fate
assuring all that life is right
while I scramble to maintain
purchase on this living frame

I'd hope to stay above
scramble with the help of friends
while shrinkage will consume
regardless of hope they extend

it matters not in the all
people struggle with their own
burdens distract from the one
on the platform that's now gone

all that's left is the plunge
into the space beyond all joy
leading with a smile
falling beyond life's space.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180918.

The after is far too late
that time for sharing thoughts
a truth that some will realize
on the far side of mirror’s face

relics stand in testimony
worthy of past saints departed
yet they're only debris disregarded
by a world that soon forgets

I've tried speaking from the void
that space beyond in-between
the mirror did not relent
only murmurs sent to those who care

burned in the eye of memory
the spark of what once was
few will see past that flare
fading in the retina

allowing voice to be delivered
with nothing in return
knocking on the mirror’s face
from the land of departed souls

surviving becomes a punishment
gift from an uncaring god
spoiled by the reticence
to extend the far dispatch.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180917.

Beauty hides from itself
seeking shelter from the doubts
even as the world attests
splendor stated in the flesh
goddess walking in plain sight
this glory is granted to the few
is bequeathed without regard
to acknowledgment repaid in turn

a waking dream of loveliness
enough to launch a thousand ships
disregarded by the one
directing fantasies of the heart
sham daydreams evoked by curves
lines conflating with desires
suppleness leads the urge
to recognize comeliness

ruby lips deny the claim
to the body that puts to shame
the vast majority of their kind
only fair in contrast
this belle exclaimed by the crowd
I’ll lend my voice to the cry
the reluctant may forget
perhaps they’ll recall through this poem.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180916.

Beauty wrapped in a black dress
recumbent in the lingering dip
stating mysteries from time’s start
with the answer beyond the clad
my breath is taken in response
to the marvel of such a frame
I’ll admit of biased thoughts
predilections swarm to my mind

salaciousness now expressed
in two tones that contrast
demur found in fabric’s grasp
while the skin accedes much more
flesh and fabric cooperate
contours spit between the two
demanding worship in the thoughts
to the pious or the lewd

the shapes below textile’s breadth
echo vistas in distant lands
decolletage hinting nothing more
than potential held within
the less is more as the curves
speak to desires now suppressed
for the sweep of God’s grace
is recognized in the **** restrained.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180915.

Benevolence becomes the fanciful
fawned goodwill without price
a myth pursued but never found
pain mistook for sunshine
these lies projected to collect
power gained by those who lie

told by those who were not there
lobbyists with a bullhorn
propagandists of selfishness
invoicing charity to imbue
bank accounts outside of cheer
only cynics would rejoice

the calming smile hides the knife
held out of sight just in case
the doom is spotted by the dolts
look to the leer of friendship
favor given for all to view
while suffering pays the bills

self-sacrifice is assumed
anticipated from the rich
forget this fib if you’re sane
generosity is still there
taxing blood from the stones
this is the truth when fiction fails.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180914.

Pick up the fragments that belong
in the basket of the self
even while the world suggests
what’s retrieved should be shamed
an assault where none is meant
pharisees err in response
when curative is the intent
for the traveler off the path

beware gatekeepers of all stripes
the outsider or close ally
denying unity sought within
as the holy guards the breach
the victim cast as miscreant
targeted to save the group
on the altar of the right
still the splinters must be amassed

the shards echo rainbow hues
scattered on the floor of life
spectrums hidden are reclaimed
the stacked result fills the sky
stars embodied in the depths
collected with a net of tears
zodiacs reflect the self
shining brighter than distress.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180913.

If you seek a remedy
outside the balm of oval pill
or a spoon of sour taint
beware the toil on substitutes
a mortal coil could give relief
redress what fate has abused
the broken strive to sustain
with the help of temporal prey

lingering wounds demand too much
beware the bill someone pays
when the check does not care
agony will remunerate
services rendered tap the weak
no pound of flesh is the price
instead the toil taps the heart
wringing emotions from tired stone

one subsists at the end
now the strong in contrast
to the frail forever lost
healer fallen with no net
the weak cannot be the cure
even as they may recline
on the alter as sacrifice
for the selfish consuming love.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180912.

To not exist frightens some
terrified of what's beyond
by the writ of dogma's word
or question mark more profound

as if demise is a doom
not the blessing of nature's grace
sympathetic to all men
wrapped in mysteries beyond insight

no prey is sought by the void
instead the rhythms seek their own
karma wed to cyclic storms
prompts alarm where none is meant

all will fall between the cracks
when the surface is meant to split
time is measured by those who stay
before the cleft expands once more

if our fates were prolonged
beyond the time breaths bequeath
that peace found outside of strife
would escape the tortured souls

madness tips the scales to view
by the wisdom's virtue or sadder means
comfort found in what most may fear
mysteries explored by journeying forth.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180911.

The question springs to mind
is today the time to take my life?
look to the certain, it will arrive
the tick-tocks drifts on by

this surety comes with dread
that outcome none should indulge
even if this fated path
is the one that’s close to mind

anger feeds the fixed focus
co-conspirator with stalking fear
with no escape but to flee
into routes that are one-way

that plan kept in close reserve
safety chute with crossbones doors
don’t let the icon spoil the mood
the smile is there to reassure

no flowers last from kind delights
another waits to sprout instead
that poison seed in dank earth
blooming where the other fails

caring is the saddest jest
illusion smiling without hope
the curtain hiding nothing more
than the ugliness of mankind

the certitude is always there
remedy near at hand
if only life could be pursued
with the promise death ensures.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180910.

I’ll protect the innocent
even while I may proclaim
my deep regard for who they are
controversy may be exclaimed
guiltless stated for my friends
this word is used at its most broad
when all children of the divine
deserve their refuge from abuse

even while I seek to proclaim
my admiration for their grit
stepping outside confining realms
leading the way for this questing one
on the shoulders of the perverse
this is how the public may respond
declaring wisdom I don’t share
when I see threads of commonality

in my heart I know we are the same
seeking power in our own way
being true to ourselves
while expressing how we live
humanity searching for a voice
I’ll add mine to the chorus
admitting that I’ve fallen far
while ascending to the heights

spectrums ranged in pursuit
my honest nature at last found
though at first I wrongly thought
I was alone when I was not
the free spirits led the way
I wish my voice could exclaim
and still I hold back my breath
protecting innocent like myself.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180909.

Visions are made from memories
cast unbidden to consider
what will bubble from the depths
informing goals through history

echoes evoked in night’s dreams
behind the walls that none see
except for the witness asked to view
testament stated to relive

reminding the future of what may be
based of reveries of past days
what’s now lapsed will return
asking the dated to be reborn

the karmic asking for its due
chimera born of old and new
a destiny stated in fantasy
now the future will reminisce.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180908.

****** empowers those who flaunt
the shape imbued by deity
by wide degree that willingness
to express beauty’s form

empowerment becomes the goal
once a choice is expressed
by displaying more or less
skin’s gamut is then blessed

divestment of draped attire
spans the spectrum from slight to all
whether the ankle only shows
or lack of raiment is complete

that span is chosen by the self
society is asked to stand mute
don't suggest what should be
except to honor certitude

the superficial or complete
exhibition is the private trek
played out in public without remorse
rejoice for those who made their choice

skin as sanction to celebrate
costumes bent to serve a will
no longer hiding the natural
****** displaying love of self.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180907.

Look to the gender no longer compliant
that past pawn to the powers is now defiant
when the demure halos are put aside
switched for the headdress of power’s might

shared with those yearning strength
Pan and Cernunnos share vigor
Mother fixing the future path
conveyed to her daughters divinely blessed

vitality evoked on base desires
no longer the venue of masculine
look to the spiraling of maiden forms
holding sun to the moon’s pure wants

on longer suborned to kowtow
fertility seeks those who know
on pointed conveyance the yoke is tossed
tapping lighting from the sky

consider when halos are put aside
held in reserve while power is grasped
channeled by tips on top of head
horns exchanged for circlet of light

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180906.

God will speak to my heart
using all my senses pressed
with a whisper from the world
the fullest breadth that I’ll observe

asking entry past the sin
that braggart seeking full focus
yelling loudly in response
to the trace of divine calls

I look beyond to glow
that realm embodying good and bad
with the ugly in between
the deity enfolding all

this entity that I don't own
almost neutral in its love
except for the joining of substance
with a purpose of finding self

stumbling forward in response
to illusion that confounds
separation by sin's trespass
deafness attendant as the curse

a million mouths still utter forth
truth embodied for all to hear
even as the end result
is babble finding truth in God.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180905.

Moonbeams taken as currency
from the sky in nightfall's realm
collected in a silvered jar
shining bright as treasures grow

all I dread is cloudy vaults
or the waning in due time
evoking shortage when the beams
are absent from bounty’s purse

fear not as the sphere is seen
queen of month returns again
from dark to bright the cycle turns
satellite of dreaming time

light hoarded in near dark
then spent in response
to my time in the sun
while I long for further wealth.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180904.

Morality flows between the cracks
stays the hand from evil acts
consider how this comes to be
from dogma’s fear or something else
the former seems to be true
though one may ask what promotes
adherence to a greater good
when the latter also kind

please don’t **** just anyone
taking blood to cure pure lust
with a lack of deity
some would seek a ****** spree
this is fated, some would say
no boundaries set by fear embraced
the punitive is all that holds
strong malice from the human heart

this ascends the iceberg’s tip
so many more sins now await
no longer held by a dread
of what may happen when we’re dead
perhaps you spot a flaw in this
that some people can resist
running wild with no regard
even if they have no god

those other sins may intrude
the ones that are identity
not immoral when affirmed
outside the boundaries of a book
commandments laid at our feet
demanding more than few can meet
some restricted to belief
the others shared by decent men

more than worry of the law
instead a sense of what is right
sprung from souls that conspire
to steer their life between the lines
empathy becomes the tool
a golden rule to guide the fool
to conclusions that serve all
morality to fill a life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180903.

I walk the halls alone
accompanied by the holy saints
numbering beyond what I can count
each has a separate tale
I’ll add mine to the book
inscribed with wisdom’s ink

only a fool can comprehend
given the source that betrays
knowledge from the beyond the pale
tapped out to those who hear
explanations they already know
a code beyond the normative

the saints ask for far too much
walking halls with their prayers
I’ll do the same in response
walking between the raindrops
I’ll shed my tears instead to share
exclaiming tales for my kind

confirmation before I go
reality that few will hear
mutterings divorced from reality
the larger span most embrace
except for those who step aside
from the paths both low and high.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180902.

The sad acknowledgment is for friends
still on this earth but gone from sight
by the twist of fate’s cruel hand
or the stress of facing life
they filled a space I thought firm
an anchor in tumult's space
now I consider what has changed
with a sorrow I must convey

sometimes ills confound the mind
then ask too much from in their time
a toil is taken to hold on
demanding hours in the day
the struggling soul in the drink
has no time for the bygone
strength conserved for the fight
is not available for past pals

to survive has its demands
travels far beyond this space
pursing jobs to make a buck
or properly loving family
social media may fill the gap
yet the echo falls quite short
electrons pale in substitute
for a person by my side

lastly life can be most cruel
when two paths meet a fork
they follow their firm beliefs
while I walk the alternate
the yokes become disparate
judgment ******* devotion’s lot
what is ordained must be met
even as mates are ripped apart

repetition was a false balm
always there until it’s not
I’ll shed a tear in my heart
wishing time could turn about
in the place of my friend
is an absence that I regret
while hoping all is well enough
I hope to see their face again.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180901.

The person says they don't believe
when the view is alien
without the proof to testify
to a bent their mind denies
the sure bet is clearly laid
an accident of consequence
if not in name, than by intent
without a reference to mend the rift

the definitions do not match
stating lies across the gulf
stating nonsense at the start
without an inch to walk the mile
to degrade the other side
empowers egos to deny
some small measure that combines
one to the other against the tide

when black and white become a gray
disagreement is soon displayed
battle lines are drawn in words
exempting knowledge as a tool
weaponized at all costs
the only path to winning all
even as a mortal soul
is destroyed by the resolve

disregard is the proclaim
abominations are disgraced
put aside as broken tools
for explanations that confuse
no proof is possible to explain
wickedness beyond the pale
of understanding in the mind
closed to spanning the divide.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180831.

Seasons arrive to demonstrate
nothing lasts as it repeats
forever gone once again
castles made of sparkling sand
swept aside by the daily tides
a clockwork with devouring gears

comparable may be akin
the very best that one can hope
memory taunted by the fake
another face to take the role
lines delivered as if by rote
then the scene shifts again

a sure salve of wounded hearts
seeking span’s therapy
wounded by the same drug
once again relationships
fulfilling as they may be
promise more than time may bring

look to seasons with some hope
allowing sadness to intrude
knowing life will recoup
the bittersweet of seasons’ turns
colors found and then lost
the clockwork reaping while it sows.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180830.

Resignation comes with a smile
knowing all has been resolved
when the banquet celebrates
before the rest is permanent
the past gloom has been removed
a taint that none could abide
at last happiness fills the space
for a short time before the dusk.

A reticence will be present
hello-goodbye with some cheer
just the surface will be displayed
don't worry if this is the case
this defense is for the best
isolation demands this path
such that sadness may be detoured
from those hearts seeking more.

Still happiness is the goal
something more than past doom's show
exclaiming favor for all to hear
bravado shared in that brief time
a choice made of a path
brings cold peace to the heart
still distressed but with a goal
to depart at party's end.

Now the world has seen a smile
delivered as a parting gift
reconciling decisions made
against the need to circulate
a last toast to the crowd
ahead of shifting here to there
celebrations on this side
before the dark accepts a soul.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180829.

One day the clock chimed thrice
a dirge that none could hear
except this soul condemned at last
found guilty by the turn of time
reverberating through the years
until I laid down my frame
a story writ by old Kronos
repeated freshly for travelers.

The first peal hung in the air
when three decades had expired
decisions made in the past
presented bills to be paid
the childhood was then forfeit
replaced with karma’s reckoning
a harvest of wheat and chaff
asking only what was due.

The second toll was at the hill
with the path fully viewed
twisting downward around a curve
the plunge of life now assured
the droop and roll settled in
gravity confirming extra pounds
as the frame embraced the fall
one way journey of decline.

The last sound came with a sigh
absent clangs of vigor's stride
no longer will the bodies press
as dust collects in nether realms
the gulfs filled the space
between the bodies still present
forever far without recourse
to the memories of *******.

Now I lay here in the grave
bereft of reasons left to live
all these stolen by the gongs
and the turning of the years
the magic was shown the door
while the dour become the norm
echoes sounding on the breeze
as the bells ring in twilight’s realm.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180828.

Simulacrum
is my state
representation
of a real thing

an imitation
that may confuse
in a good way
yet still abuse

the hopeful souls
desiring labors
borne of truths
while I spin tales

this effigy
of an actual man.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180827.

Smoke or bullets both prevail
when applied to the slaves
seeking more than they have
still denied by master’s whim

changing minds with tempting lies
evangelism turned to Satan’s cause
leading most to their knees
worship granted to the lords

those not twisted will submit
to the force commanded there
dogma bent to pacify
demanding fealty or slow death

this shared foundation will result
in converts to the cause
once entranced they will stay
pledging witness to their fall.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180826.

Jericho became my goal
salvation promised if I demurred
when the angel did appear
stating wishes from his Lord
the heathen idols were arrayed
gods of the people worshiped there
seeking dominance in the stead
of the Holiest they denied

red and blue of politics
reverence given to power’s throne
deifying the strong man
asking all to bend their heads
put aside the moral compass
turn instead to Bael’s dark wishes
look to the East for direction
corruption is the last instruction

a false savior strides the field
creating points that are found pious
victories accrued to satisfy
egos bloated in sad worship
worthy of the largest shrines
built for the young and the old
all praise is given by the wise
fallen souls when ***** are thrown

the last idol will never fall
forever set in Jericho
business matters will supplant
all other measures of holiness
almighty dollar will always rule
no matter what the seraph says
none can resist the cha-ching
dominion given to those who prey

Jericho will always stand
in the grasp of guardians
those effigies to the scourge
separation from the Lord
heathen idols show the way
to the devout and the bored
begone angel before you succumb
to temptations beyond my God.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180825.

I drew the lines to mark the stars
with a pen inked by my heart
between the dots here and here
shining bright in the dark

etched connections with a pen
dipped in silver sparkled ink
imbued by faith celestially sourced
brought to earth for amour

the inky depths drew my eye
beauty found beyond the veil
demanding worship from the pen
tracing memories I’m sure to keep

strokes transparent except at night
when the moon echoes the sun
reminder that I’m not alone
scribbler finding starry love.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180824.

Look for the strings above the head
attached to members that move about
marionettes by rod and cord
servants to the master’s call
manic moving to the tunes
played by lords beyond the veil
turn the ear lest they ******
another victim to the dance.

Frantic yielding none can deny
when concession is dominant
temptation turned inside out
striving for what’s beyond
ask who will profit in the end
when the pawns become the norm
stooges yield to sovereign whims
interests merged as consequence.

Consider if fate has other plans
binds are challenged when blessings fail
twisting tethers into knots
resisted by rebellious souls
against these struggles the lines will snap
karma asking for the break
casting marionettes to earth
evoking gods in place of slaves.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180823.

The drip erodes the stranger's bane
removes the taint of ignorance
when a known quantity
resolves to ease aberrant’s breadth
there are others who relate
hiding in the shadow’s depths
wishing someone would announce
kinship by the queerest vibes.

This medicine for society
determined to state a case
by example of the norm
mixed with the alternate
passing is half a gift
also a curse when it binds
acknowledgment with a glance
unfolds the creature two may share.

Dispensed by a known face
senior of so many years
distant enough to be safe
still disclosing strange magic
drawing pictures in the sand
recognized by questing minds
subtle hints that whisper softly
to the ones that strive to hear.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180821.

Galaxies spinning across the veil
each enormous in itself
a million suns if not more
now combining separate lives

collision made in love’s realm
by consequence of crashing hearts
heavens blessed by fingers grasped
hands alone have made contact

the briefest nudge shook the skies
so much more than casual touch
a contact made that asked for more
each universe expanding forth

the outsider could not see
foundations shattered in response
with no reprieve for the souls
shook behind curtain’s shroud

disaster is not the term
now applied when little stands
by itself when two combine
tumbling down in unison.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180820.

I pray to Eros for release
leave the game of mockery
he asks too much in this time
my job is done yet still I strive
quitting is the only way
to return to sanity
divorce myself from the race
rubbing ugly not embraced

once there was a driving need
incite production of more kin
God or Darwin, it matters not
both are blamed for the thirst
this urge incited in the sea
trackless by my current means
with the drink made with salt
I am parched no matter what

these respites I cannot reach
a gulf of decades by design
the more fertile take my place
if only urges could be convinced
a holy man with no desires
the twisted monk in the end
this would be quite enough
if Eros left my lusting heart.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180819.

The bonds unravel over time
if they were there at all
sometimes I wonder what’s the case
connections to the human race
I barely know who I am
how could I know a fellow man
when the means to relate
are fraught with peril or too weak.

Nods are given to affirm
recognition beyond the one
these empty gestures are like smoke
pushed aside by the wind
in sharp contrast is ***
bumping bodies in the dark
feeding need to promote
humanity’s onward spiral.

Those entities beyond my sphere
a bubble shrinking as I go
depending on the day or year
as my feelings are compressed
I’ll consider all these bonds
wonder how to promote
something more than what I feel
while slipping down my rabbit hole.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180818.