Companionship is an excuse
ready made to justify
exploration outside of realms
based on rules inside of books
one with another to comfort
is the path for much more
when the gate has been passed
there’s little chance of turning back.

What may follow is sovereign
from the framework most engage
though you’d find a larger group
if honesty breached closed doors
b should follow letter a
instead the x is found in three
just sweet solace becomes much more
as fabric walls drop to horn’s blast.

Flesh to fetish is the draw
a will-o-wisp assuring much
when the hole cannot be filled
outside of base anatomy
this novel land is not the cure
to visit once is not enough
this is the trap shared with drugs
beware the promise that does not come.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180422.

I escaped into the dream
where waking pain could be fled
there the ache found new soil
to bloom unasked behind my eyes
a cast of thousands with recourse
bent to ask the hard questions
about the truths I thought secret
a curse I long to take once more.

The deceased found new life
I’m called out to resolve
with my accepting of that farce
asking why I chose the paths
they alone saw my bent heart
this is the story in nightmare’s grasp
demanding flesh for the scourge
in repetition as nights progress.

Disreality became a word
bending shape ponder why
then turning toward the trivial
as if the answers were to be feared
this jailed freedom born of desire
behind the walls topped by clouds
where lies are relished far too much
verity moves from high above.

Conviction written with a pen
tortured scripts by my hand
with the blocking that transcends
avoidance found and then abused
there I find I can escape
from the pain with just a thought
wake to a world that I detest
perhaps I’ll sleep to dream again.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180421.

Don’t be distracted by what you see
this commentary defying note
of the norm that most agree
define a world that is not me
confusion should be assumed
then put aside as a ruse
I’m the puzzle with a pen
conveyed by jests I’ll explain

I understand your response
is a mirror of the past
what’s concrete is then based
on a plane that’s all too flat
the breadth of life reflected there
is only based on the frame’s size
be it held in the hand
or hung to cover a full wall

all the tribes are not the same
the dogma set is self-involved
put to books or passed by rote
arrayed against a foreign world
to put a label on my head
borrow robes that may not fit
a state of fact will only lie
if the box is not my own

emotion springs from different founts
this is the measure of who I am
squint into reflections glare
step away from mob’s howling
it’s a challenge to relate
to the outsider that does not match
still I exist with a request
to be loved for who I am.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180419.

Rotate the leaf to see the thorns
beneath the face turned to the sun
there you’ll find a secret font
waiting for a soul that hurts

the smallest spikes draw fresh blood
slicing skin once thought whole
dismemberment is not their goal
instead the harm is life restored

rivulets pressed into the flesh
they’ll leave a mark when held fast
this is desired when the world
would do much worst if allowed

distraction spun from nature’s bite
now temporary in the rush
forgetting comes from the depths
only visited, not permanent

the light shines far too bright
with a shame few would accept
now the shade offers aid
bleeding comfort from pain’s recruits.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180418.

Beware the nice guy of self repute
wearing sainthood like a cloak
atop the mask of feigned respect
for those considered likely prey
they'll gladly crush the miscreants
those who scorn the fair elegance
of a *** thought far too fragile
to stand upright against their toxic ilk

a mantra spills from slick tongues
forked while speaking calming words
a need to praise them without love
hold them safe in false respect
the rest of men are shown contempt
for the intimacy that's been withheld
heaped on others but not the pleasant
this wounded soul most would not touch

malice burns beneath the words
fueled by anger ill concealed
a hatred of those finding love
and the ones providing such
the nice guy misrepresents
a world view that seems contrite
asking grace to be granted
while damning love's true reward

we're all flawed in life's scars
the burnish gone by the years
a richness comes from old stains
met halfway when resolved
we've learned that polite is a farce
look instead to the rest
survivors that are made wise
to honeyed words in front of hate.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180417.

The ropes spoke a separate tongue
whispered soft against limbs bound
an honesty denied by the world
their definition is the pure lie
those hardened chains are not freedom
responsibility spun from dire needs
it’s no wonder that escape is sought
in the twine spun to cord

agency released while still held
put aside by full consent
of both parties as knots pull
against the flesh desiring more
liberty springs from hunger felt
a strong desire to be bound
restriction giving so much more
as spirits lift beyond four walls

society would disagree
judge the bill and not the meal
as what’s bound for pleasure’s sake
becomes the bargain in the end
short release from true *******
that cage of life that holds us down
this brief illusion of escape found
as the ropes whisper liberty.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180416.

Compassion bloomed with the change
of those impacted by the shame
instead of strangers looked down upon
now the family is doing drugs
the same race as the masters
believing laws passed fair muster
consider what has been wrought
outside of sight until this time.

The book once thrown has become
a photo album of loved ones
held to breast with new despair
instead of wanting quick justice
no longer do the laws appear
to do their job against the ****
once the trap has found the kin
of law and order greatest fans.

The color has changed in regard
to who is locked away for good
or buried six feet down
as death stalks the fair ones
the mirror shows the criminals
are now those who stood above
believing pain would pass on by
now they’re dying to be heard.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180415.

Just say no to kitten huffing
euphoric hit that ruins lives
it's a path that led to doom
addiction to rice pudding
resist the urge for plush fur
seeking fragrance locked within
it's source of all sin
that covenant broken in past times.

The holy books has it wrong
an apple was not the fatal charm
instead a feline was the lure
for sin to enter mankind's heart
the lying serpent spun his lie
furry kitten held in hand
'it's not right for the boss
to keep nirvana for himself'.

The temptation lay in fur
for the fragrance trapped within
dulcet notes that were forbid
became the knowledge not meant for man
the rest is history to our chagrin
an end to goodness all bemoan
even as the addicts claim
they find God by breathing deep.

Never mind the hairballs coughed
or the new fear of any dogs
the transgression that's ****** us all
is still pursued by high and low
in plush enclaves of the rich
or dank hovels behind closed doors
Lucifer laughs as the trapped
breathing misdeeds into life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180414.

Fellow traveler on this road
echo of what I've found
it's enough though not the same
walk with me for a short time
you may have thought you were alone
isolated from the those who cared
with a burden that none should have
solitude was the difference.

I recognize the power held within
in the folds of your soul
battered by the storms invoked
by the tyrants of dogma's bent
they seek to ignore this path
as one that would be right
imagine blasphemies of the heart
blackness absent in our sight.

We pilgrims of the fallen gods
rejected by the righteous folk
wander in the barren lands
far from acceptance of the whole
there is no love in this response
I'll gladly tell you it's all bunk
we're perfection outside of flaws
they are our own to celebrate.

You're not alone on this trail
by the map of life's due fate
we'll keep our company for a time
moving forward while others join
soon the crowd will fill the path
shoulders touching to reassure
defying wisdom held above
where there's one, there will be more.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180413.

Listen my friends that have been bit
or merely scratched by suspect ones
vectored beasts that may carry
hydrophobia of dire consequence
the furry friends are a threat
the pain of rabies is too real
address it now or be doomed
it's not a joke cause then you'll die

the lagomorphs are immune
these are the hares and small rodents
you're not of this ilk so contend
with the shots that medicate
immunoglobulin will be first
then four doses of vaccine's *****
across two weeks the pain will press
around the wound or in deep muscle

if this path is not followed
as the sickness takes its toil
the last chance to fight the scourge
named after the town of beer
a quick coma then lots of drugs
it's not effective and dangerous
not recommended by authorities
don't put yourself in this place

so please bend to doctor's care
get your shots in quick recourse
the alternative is quite bad
paralysis and mortality
you're my friends I'd like to keep
alive and walking straight upright
get your shots even if you feel
like you'll die as you heal.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180412.

The wall's tall enough to block my sight
ramparts of stone hiding past's domain
stretching for mile into the distance
that land I've left so far behind
with monuments of fates I'd forget
still awaits slumbering behind the wall

this barrier imagined boldly in my mind
no impediment to the rest of the shared world
stands solid against the therapy
with razor wire to stop temptation's curse
enticements offered by a nostalgic heart
I have no desire to reopen the ragged cuts

each spawns anxiety with harsh demands
I must end my life if the barricade fails
falling to earth as the bullet impacts flesh
so the barrier must be maintained
lest the monsters consume what I have left
each block held in place with fear of life

these phantoms mutter beyond the faint divide
spawned by a life that that never was
still I'll shudder in my huddled ball
this is the outcome mercy could grant
salving the wounds that still bleed
never to adventure but always safe.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180411.

A Unicorn in the flesh
the play thing for two them
I could dazzle in their eyes
provoking lust in couple’s *****
sparkling bright in rarity
a single horn from myth’s page
meat from market to the bed
this fairy tale with a sad end.

A fairer *** of younger years
enticing blush in both of them
I’d be the whisper in the breeze
only seen in fevered dreams
arriving on the southern wind
catch me now lest I flee
simulation of burning thirst
wishes spinning yearning’s breath.

Look to the man as counterpoint
vanilla flavored with base urge
to stray outside but not too far
lest he bend like his mate
she is the purer of the two
close to heart when drama’s spent
orientation that I embrace
more than thirst or fetish meat.

No emotions would intrude
delusion brought to the bed
I’d fade away as counterfeit
the morning brings status quo
to be a gift is sorrow’s path
no longer human in their eyes
tears left to dreams they don’t see
just a theme of fantasy.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180410.

Silence was the sole vessel
of emotions that lived within
the deepest are the most hungry
cloaked in quiet desperation
inky depths absorb the din
of deepest sobs and righteous screams
conspiracies feed the abyss
it’s our own, nothing else.

The air descends to suppress
a blanket meant to suffocate
invoked to mold with dark intent
more from less to spoil a life
a toxic mix burbling
seeking pain to be renewed
sensation asks for the same
a love of hurt in quiet space.

Perhaps mere words are enough
to find a way to escape
by the word or by the voice
inscribed to page or video
these I’ll proclaim as an escape
disrupting pain in sunlight’s beam
while the night seeks to own
a calm too deep in death’s last call.

Serenity soon becomes the lie
a tomb for spirits that could heal
if only voice could rise above
shake the chains, allow the love
I’ll find a sound to break the grip
end the hush that cripples me
no longer silent as I find hope
rise above to save the soul.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180409.

I imagined the perfect poem
rich with rhyming in the verse
stating contents of my heart
torn from flesh to paper’s face
the words would dance on the tongue
reciting wisdom of the muse
this fount I’ll not claim as my own
flowing freely from the pen

this is the dream I chase each day
seeking heights of excellence
with the tools from the bard
implemented with sad regard
practice makes for more good
tumbled right on top of self
witness how much I struggle
mambo dogface to the banana patch

words with meaning escape my grasp
as I quote the great Steve Martin
he was a god among the mortals
describing smoking of the ***
my poor attempts to pin words down
demand attempts to try once more
on each day the sun will rise
again I’ll scribble utterance

in this space I’ll express
the full spectrum of who I am
with no fear of who may see
the good or bad with ugliness
because a life has its quirks
waiting for the poetic twist
conjuration of highest order
a perfect poem found at last.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180408.

Scarcity becomes my shield
feigning the lack of desire
keeping grasp on sanity
lest the fiend will rule the day

gibbering gabs fill my head
you’ll not hear these diatribes
against resolve to restrain
these base cravings in my heart

the bland smile becomes the mask
repetition to set the chains
on the leer that would exclaim
something more beneath the bland

cloven hoofs would be revealed
if shoes were absent from my feet
you’ll not catch me without clogs
desire suppressed by ornaments

these safeguards may save a soul
assuming the root may yet die
don’t assume this is the case
the greatest heights are the same depths

moderation becomes my path
scarcity used to restrain
until I find the ideal time
to celebrate my twisted self.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180407.

I fell in love with an alien girl
a fair outlander found my heart
while I searched for certainty
of who I was or could be
less than human and so much more
a fair resemblance in the flesh
her paradigm of loveliness
inspired the same in my core

normality was not her strength
this was precious in relevance
as I searched the high heavens
for the parts once well hid
proximity brought me down to earth
then launched me far into space
confirming what I knew at heart
I belonged between the spheres

now I’ve joined the alien girl
crossing cosmos to find love
what I once thought was remote
resides inside to be unveiled
there I’ve found a kindred soul
the mirror echoes so much more
no longer lost in the woods
the self disclosed with rapport.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180404.

Lovely Luna is by my side
her last name is not known
a simple guess would do the trick
bring the answer to your lips

satellite I’ve found at last
now we circle as if one
taking turns to shine bright
while the other bids their time

perhaps you’ve seen her countenance
her presentation surpasses mine
when the mirror gives its nod
in her direction the gaze is blessed

you’d imagine she’s quite fair
golden hair and yellow dress
reality is far more dark
an emo vibe is prevalent

acquaintance made in twilight years
identified by her name
it’s a match with one more true
time will tell who will prevail

the best example of my life
beyond the walls I’ve lived behind
this encounter is surely blessed
when lovely Luna is by my side.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180403.

Frankenstein was a master
I'm my own, it doesn't matter
when the parts of my whole
become a monster to the world
the brute exists at the peril
of innocents walking round me
little do they know their place
conjoined within my broken frame.

The outside scars are my frame
connecting tissue disparate
if I'm a work of macabre art
this mural's marked by tissue's grain
too many sources become the one
torn from the shadows near at hand
fiends or beasts are mirrored there
teasing madness from my brain.

If my mouth still had lips
perhaps the screams would be mine
a sharp response to the harm
blossoms fruit that I'll detest
as the knife cleaves the flesh
I'll add the new with ****** thread
a little's lost with no gain
my life diminishes with the pain.

These hands resign to their fates
right from left are ignorant
of what the other may conspire
to collude with spirit's bane
I'm Frankenstein borne anew
both the master and the brute
standing tall on borrowed time
seeking salve I now reject.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180403.

Beauty snares the supplicants
supping at the poisoned fount
far too late the trap is sprung
as the victims seek for more
there is a story behind the tears
as the mind is turned against
those who follow far behind
also led to toast their chains.

Infancy came with the charge
to walk a path none few would have
after life has savaged them
still the young are brought within
arrayed by surface symmetry
determination is then made
by a world that consumes
with no thought of consequence.

Once the gate has closed behind
those deluded by the charm
run the conveyor with no end
chasing comely will-o-wisps
what came before is soon lost
as the years impose their price
whispering promises falling short
wisdom comes far too late.

Empowerment of the young
a promise made for betterment
becomes the bitter manacles
when the lie is revealed
if only death was an end
once the curse is disclosed
instead the living carry on
to bring fresh beauty to the fount.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180402.

I watched the echoes on the screen
Sinclair clones all conjoined
reflecting wisdom of their god
lower case and just as proud
when the lines are rehearsed
spoke by puppets on the screen
yanking strings are finally seen
as convictions disappear.

From on high the script arrives
sent to the drones to be shared
to the masses they betray
for a paycheck every day
talking heads will keep their jobs
spouting copy not their own
fawning toadies paying bills
while the masses are abused.

Some believe the trust persists
even while the lies endure
warfare honed in local news
social conflict for the souls
engraved in stone from above
the home office stating words
‘it’s just a game’ they’ll insist
they’re the winners at long last.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180401.

Black on black with lovely straps
high and low to draw the eye
it’s demur at the same time
this lovely garment I’d like to wear

my true focus is the glam
an attitude sewn with thread
hither-come with true sass
celebrating what I could have

discretion found in fabric’s fold
it’s intent and not the flash
I feel the beauty meant to be
waiting for my measurements

from the dross of weaver’s hand
dyed to match midnight's hue
the creation is at last worn
exclaiming triumph on my frame

now the style is shown to all
an easy glance reveals my soul
black on black with lovely straps
I’ll take this form of elegance.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180331.

I’ve worn the halo
I’ve donned the horns
each was a badge
of honor worn

stamp of authority
granted for acts
freewill stating
resulting headpiece

I’m here to control
those to be cowed
with badge of savior
or sign of the ******

headgear is placed
by deity
I’ll choose my savior
to make my path clear

one of rebellion
the other contrite
fight for their turn
to control my life

always an angel
differed by sight
shaking the fist
or walking the line.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180330.

They asked of my favorite child
or should I say the best poem
from the many scribbled down
when the Muse had they way
more than a thousand have been writ
along the road to relate
a primal drive to express
lest I vanish without a trace.

The topics ranged across the board
each had a place as I disgorged
some are pleasant while others dire
the extremes were east to west
greatest beauty above the depths
of blackest pits where I may live
one or the other is valid
thought usually not at the same time.

One or the other had its place
in my emotions of the day
these are captured to the page
testament to humanity
perhaps others share my angst
or they sense splendour's span
my declarations are my own
asking more to play along.

Back to the question I was posed
which of the poems would I embrace
as the best of all my words
tip of the mountain I’ve composed
I’ll not choose which is best
because the emotion then revealed
depending on how I feel
is my best that I’ll present.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180329.

Je ne sais quoi is my motif
that pleasantness that escapes
a full knowing of circumstance
yet the outcome is self assured
this declaration is my life
the unseen is prevalent
demanding action I’ll conceal
a first expression hints at this.

The unknown becomes the norm
surface offered as a bluff
hinting more than it reveals
as my emotions drift like smoke
perhaps my smile is the tell
or something deep behind the mask
you'll never know unless you ask
why I smile to hide desire.

The flirts demur by concern
I'll soothe the aches of life's storms
skirting finger, hither come
perhaps there's more in support
descriptions stated by the oblique
suggesting more than what's told
delicious wafts on the breeze
teasing manners not to deceive.

My motif is now made plain
expressed by words in poetry
Parisian statements put to page
as the veil is pulled back
all's explained in the end
time has told what’s been hid
pleasantness is the reward
I'll bid 'adieu' to hide again.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180327.

The flags flap tattered in the storm
abused by struggles, still they stand
in stark contrast to the stones
arrayed in rows with letters etched
this contrast is circumstance
one or the other becomes the choice
the threads weave for the fates
fragile banners or stern headstones

the former strains in the gale
textile asked to act like steel
resisting more than life permits
when the gods are passionate
flapping, bending, fluttering
to one side and then the next
dissenting currents that would tear
mortal frames limb to limb

the latter stands the test of time
marking contact six feet down
sentinels that will not fail
forever stating occupants
this small comfort chills the soul
when the broken are contained
defying storms in their tombs
enclosed in vaults against the hurt

one or the other becomes the path
as sure as tempests will beset
those who walk the battered ground
seeking their peace from the storm
some will bend while others break
in the breeze the flags will stay
while the rest are put to rest
forever safe beneath the stones.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180326.

Pain and pleasure are the sides
of the coin I spend in life
by the scourge I finally smile
creature comforts found at long last
I can afford nothing else
or at the least this much is true
the higher realms will not accept
the currency I hold in hand.

Seeking change from common day
it’s left behind while I play
all the rest becomes shadow
phantom life that I discard
experience brought me to this place
seeking realms of the extreme
to delay frustration’s curse
consuming lust is payment sent.

By the cut or by the stroke
moderation has been revoked
one or the other will come first
with the other in due course
wanting more of the same
torment may proceed the balm
or sheer delight becomes distress
desires are filled as I proceed.

I’ll not judge where I go
when sensation fills my world
deluding spirit’s need to pray
with a base surrogate
I’ll seek the exit in the end
after coins have been spent
no longer offering a retreat
I’ll pay the bill and take my own.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180325.

The revolution spoke in the streets
in long ranks the common walked
with the signs drawn by hand
emotion marked in color’s strokes

demanding shifts by those above
those in power would not budge
when left to their own device
change will not fill their heart

when the power would not bend
the echelons remain in place
there is one way to make them fall
remove the base of their support

numbered by the common folks
standing strong on their feet
transformation from below
tearing down what does not work.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180324.

The sun is set against the sky
on a horizon set to receive
it matter not for this agency
if the direction is come or go

one will bring light from dark
the other puts the same to sleep
there is moment when both are same
except for a reference on the sphere

some would say the difference spans
the view points that divide
one from another seeking life
each too far to reconcile

it’s a ruse by the souls
seeking light in the whole
blinded by the blue sky
fighting wars without insight

consider dark is part of life
when the borders mark its time
these bookends of day or the night
portaled gates where magic waits

framed in pink and the gold
jewels of nature high above
journeymen to the star
dawn or dusk become the same.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180322.

Travelers joined by circumstance
considering how this came to be
when the winds push souls apart
denying comfort of the heart
until the stars became aligned
far above in the sky
then by sheer coincidence
pilgrims met at long last

by the blessings of the fates
they acknowledged twisted strings
knots tied behind the scenes
are realized by friendships shared
no longer strangers across the room
through events they’re more more
refugees cast up on the shore
finding shelter against the storm

the paths found a crossroads
intersecting to give hope
the world has allowed a few souls
companionship and support
this oasis of life’s repast
don’t let good fortune go to waste
we’re all travelers of circumstance
acknowledging companions in moment’s time.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180320.

I’ll take the costume from the shelf
the garments I’m supposed to wear
put them on to match the role
play the stranger to my soul

cloaked in robes that conceal
the truer person underneath
this disguise does its job
with a price that destroys

I’m the master at this game
knowing what I’m to say
nod the head, evoke the phrase
spouting lies to fill the space

murmurs state the holy words
catechisms now perverse
when the whisper deep inside
denies the dogma as a lie

prisoner in this straight jacket
tailor made to fit the frame
by prior perception of the crowd
exacting wishes made to mold

I’ll genuflect in response
state the words masses want
while I wither deep inside
slipping further into the void.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180319.

I’ll hide behind these binding words
make pretend I’m something else
a shadow of the inner mind
heart and soul concealed in prose

deceit is not my base intent
when shame states its desire
wishing nothing to deface
perception based on purity

blessings showered from above
nothing ill has occurred
this will be the message sent
when honesty has been replaced

this temptation does exist
it’s not lying to remit
all the pain felt within
to only show the shiny bits

I’ll chain the muse to my will
deny it breadth of my self
scratching only joy and bliss
in prosaic latitudes

presentation is obscured
with only best brought forward
my defense cloaks the hurt
a wounded person binding words

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180318.

Imagination now rules the day
in the past this was not the case
when I shared all God gave
in pursuit of **** delights
I was the one that had no clothes
my audience watched as I danced
pursuing work that paid the bills
while learning trade as engineer

between the end of class
and my pillow found by sleep
I bared all at Rusty’s side
duo dancers in birthday suits
the dollar bills rained to earth
or were stuffed in parts untoward
fame was mine to embrace
on the stage of college years

you’d wonder why I did not keep
to the path of Magic Mike
XXL could have been sought
instead of twiddling computer bits
the answer is modesty
knowing that I still possess
the tool that pleased an audience
concealing now for decency

I’ll not judge my wanton past
it was delightful, though too short
when the world asked for more
clothes to wear, not to disrobe
perhaps I’ll take up the craft
though many years have gone past
imagination says ‘please no’
make them wonder what’s below.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180317.

I suffer in the perfect world
where the cogs turn easily
prompted by those who clearly state
how arrangements ought to be

clarity springs from dogma's mouth
handed out by wise men
then carried out by dedicates
exacting rightness at scourge's end

the whip will bite those who fail
held by those with holy grace
fallen souls that anoint
the thirsty ground longing more

the vicars point the pious way
down hallowed ways with no dust
oh so eager to convey
how my virtue may be saved

I’ll ignore their sly glee
a quick smile at misery
for these soldiers are sacrosanct
set on their mission by holy writ

declarations become my grave
to house my body six feet down
surety has been restored
with the blemish now removed

expel me from the perfect world
my blemishes are proof enough
if the glory will be mine
a quick end is justified.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180316.

I'm an answer seeking questions
end result you'd never guess
against the background of random chance
inside a box made from the past
now response begs for origins
something familiar when I'm the freak
no longer holding to the mold
exploding outward for all to see
the puzzle is scattered on the board
the box lid has been forever lost
perhaps God knows who I should be
what query would return my life.

The outcome is plain enough
though exploration still unwinds
in territory more frequented
by the youth less afraid
my generation walked the same paths
with few admitting that they did
in dark halls we whispered truths
while telling lies to a larger crowd
now the young strive in the light
revealing trails once concealed
kept from sight to most men
or only trod on by the brave.

Now I'm left with only claims
not sure how I came to be
or what purpose the divine
has for my continued life
meandering has brought me here
honesty grasped along the way
sharing more than perhaps I should
while unsure of the beginning quiz
perhaps you have the illusive query
something to wrap around these bits
scattered as a whole to represent
the person with more to share.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180314.

I'm still haunted by the sides
of life's coin turning around
ever present in my view
asking more than I can bear
both the beauty and the taint
latter being ugliness
assault my senses with no regard
for the damage that's been done.

In the present I'll take beauty
the lines and curves that steal my breath
that's not the ill of my complaint
I quite appreciate the scenery
instead the drumbeat of the parade
repeats the song I cannot sing
doomed to see and not embrace
my voice is lost forever more.

Fallen contrasts to the beauty
humanity bowing to lowest evils
by their hubris or selfish needs
the same outcome is ensured
these are like the air we breathe
sin embedded in our frames
still I turn from the foulness
wishing we could find God again.

By the sides I lose all hope
never resting on firm ground
I am lost to disconnect
from divinity of all kinds
be they grace or be they vile
each is a face of life’s coin
spinning on the silver’s edge
haunting me on each side.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180315.

Hostages are held on each side
soldiers counted for the cause
weaponized for the greater good
now put forward to crush the curs
no hold barred by high decree
the scorched earth is the outcome
achievements mean more than men
blood enriches the thirsty soil.

Families become war's fodder
friends asundered to ensure
all that matters is consequence
right by might is assured
with the chains of dogma's curse
exacting conduct from the folk
the end times are at least realized
once again for the thousandth’s time.

Total victory eludes the chief
wanting more than statements grind
give and take is anathema
when sacred tasks are near at hand
no matter that the benefactors
supreme junta of hallowed ways
desiring outcomes born of death
are the fraction of army's size.

No prisoners is the leader's chant
ignorant of the followers
who seek a path that deviates
from the holy handed down
guidance is the vicar's goal
lest the lambs wander far
they know the slaughter promises
shepherd's pie in victory.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180313.

On the bluff I saw the earth
no longer seen when it's concealed
by the veil that's been dropped
across the past and future both
they say Satan brought Christ here
showed him the kingdoms down below
offered temptation to crack the whip
bring control over all mankind

the view is different while he stands
at my side with words that blind
whispered drops of honeyed poison
asking same in dire exchange
a soul given up for some peace
to stop the pain that grinds me down
all the kingdoms would be in thrall
removed from sight as therapy

I mull this offer in my mind
emotions shutdown by the grind
sympathies swept away
with the void takes their place
it's too tempting to put aside
the cliff is perfect for the fall
if only I could see beyond
the fog of pain that fills my life

when past and future are no more
only present with chains that hold
me to this ground no matter what
anguish God puts on my plate
I’ll then see temptation's oil
all too slick in promises
mankind be ****** would be the choice
on the bluff by Satan's side.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180312.

Statements flow on the wire
complete strangers sharing life
whispered honesty on the wind
all too raw for most men
both by picture and by text
sent there by the desperate
I’ll receive them with a heart
heavy with the like ailments

digital voices in their bottles
matched to faces of the past
they’re not the same as the now
it matters not for what’s been done
tableaus of their suffering
echo on my inner shell
not the same but close enough
to resonate inside my head

these are bubbles that some hate
thinking they lock in the hurt
I’ll disagree from my core
it’s really good to see the door
this room now filled by the same
seeing hope and answers both
the latter comes from company
distress conveyed and then heard

knowing that I am not alone
others suffer in this life
the joke of God is spread afar
with statements coming on the wire
those afflicted are still worthy
by their example I’m relieved
that the sharing salves my soul
perhaps one day I’ll do the same.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180311.

Madness lies on that path
outside the realms of the box
where ignorance falls to the facts
I’ll not suffer from this fate

words are held to defend
collection kept in a bag
selected when I’m attacked
comfort found in talismans

‘what of this thing in the past’
is my favorite I’ll trot out
once this was fresh and bright
now it’s tattered from overuse

‘this other person is more bad’
if only they still mattered
in the present they’ve dissapeared
no consequence as I retreat

‘squirrel squirrel squirrel’
look to dank past I embrace
all I have to save my soul
diatribe of mustiness

it matters not that people laugh
in sad pity of my state
I’ll disregard they whispered words
when my own are talisman

staleness marks my repertoire
it matters not when doors are barred
madness waits if I relent
from shaking past in future’s face.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180310.

Favors taken in times past
informs the hunger of the now
this is the lesson that expands
to life and death near at hand
the tempest waits in teacup’s space
expands at call of leader’s wish
beware the mirror lest it show
the monster shown is ourselves.

Power flexed for pleasure's sake
is not delights that most expect
to take control becomes the goal
exacting pain to lap the blood
authority tastes the bitter edge
connoisseur of base desires
asking other to partake
as an excuse to gorge themselves.

Command becomes the knife that cuts
excuse is given of wasting not
even though it’s all a lie
with the passion counterfeit
at long last the party ends
night to day with dawn’s advent
no longer will sins confound
justice taken for appetites.

The lone voice has words to say
a whisper shouting for honesty
now the harmed have found their voice
passing sentence at along last
the mighty fall by gravity
no longer able to stand upright
when the evil have true weight
exacting death for favor’s sin.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180308.

I am my sibling in my heart
cloaked behind a brawny front
at last the truth has been revealed

gender filled within the gaps
fairer *** found at last
attained in shadows of the soul

today the signs are understood
pointing towards an inner tribe
seen in the mirror of my life

embracing sister found within
forms identity of myself
lineage explaining who I am.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180306.

The sun is present by my acts
awaking early in the day
when I stand on the cliff
looking out to earth's rim
too many times the world is blessed
by the selfless effort spent
pleading for the presentation
of this bless illumination.

You may ask how this could be
given my age and history
I'll respond with complete zeal
I'm the cause of morning's glow
the elders came before my birth
performed the same on this rock
and so on by ancestors
serving man so all may live.

There is no need to watch it set
this journey’s sure by God's hand
winding down is surety
setting stage for waking's task
perhaps I do this for myself
knowing this is stage dressing
it matters not as consequence
the sun will rise when I am there.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180305.

There is appeal in release
responsibility put aside
as if the soul can’t accept
obligation to do things right
there is a method here at hand
madness grasped to ease the flock
surety from mouths of men
sad decrees that chain the mind.

With the work already done
bless dogma put down to the page
all that’s left is to adhere
to the edicts inscribed there
the monsters will the words
those best intentions of past age
focus on the parts they like
put aside contrary thoughts.

Into this hell the faithful walk
asking only what to do
no matter how the inner voice
screams shrill caution to be heard
still the warmth from the flames
consumes the souls as they bask
in the rightness they’ve been told
as greater truth is renounced.

There is a day when gaps are shown
in the armor made of faith
that larger realm of the world
outside control of masters’ chains
comfort lost is wisdom gained
revelation of the larger game
with no walls that block the view
what’s left is more than most can take.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180304.

Solidarity takes a turn
the out to in evoking care
now more import than the past
with my life shifting gears

care for others impacts self
reward for effort amplified
as foundations are stiffened
against the storms amplified

allyship turned inward
connections bridged fill my world
affirmations sent to others
account for love given self

affirming more than a group
creates a space that is bless
for the one that was outside
is now a member of the club.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180303.

I'll invoke the rule of threes
first the beginning and then the end
connected by the spirit’s breath
speaking words birthed from truth

reflections found in fairy tales
once upon to journey’s course
shamrocks whisper what could be
in the fields now forgotten

these triangles spoke of power
too much fortune is a curse
certain lack begets great wealth
to be lost when once it’s found

by the fall the crone remembers
who they were before the mother
innocence in distant past
a maiden asks to live again

rebirth is found in ritual’s breadth
what was born must coexist
with the life that leads to death
spirit passing to dwell again

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180301.

I could describe the walls
condemning the one kept within
from these bars a world's revealed
both the beautiful and the ill
contrasting what could be done
edifice built by the years
as jail in which I rot
or tomb of the deceased

this barrier stops life's joy
happiness seen from afar
echoes of my past life
now the bane of misery
this happiness found outside me
example of normality
flickering on the stone wall
projection of what should be

the most cruel jest is this
a fallen state is lived by men
corruption of what God gave
is seen in all its shame
more abundant from my view
all the sinners come to play
exclaiming loudly as they go
with agendas spawned in Hell

against this backdrop stand my feats
cast to winds blowing hot
dust to dust is the end
promised by the Holy Book
the glory given is not heard
when the sight is obscured
by stack of bones of the past
giants gone and now condemned

escape is found in despair
for all the reasons I've stated here
each alone would be enough
now combined to ***** a life
there is one way to ease the pain
a rain of tears will soon follow
the wall then viewed as Satan's joy
a last reminder of illness cursed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180227.

I wonder if the dream contains
both beginning and an end
the sad dawn to final act
or slow torture before my death
I’ve lost the start in the fog
and the future is beyond my sight
into this void I find myself
occupant of numbing fear

the future holds no glad lure
when only days I can endure
what lays beyond is full of dread
I'd avoid if I were dead
this is the cure that I'll embrace
a last resort that's all to real
in the mind that that only see
grinding stress I can't release

in small doses I'll discharge
the poison that fills my life
it's not enough to cure the soul
instead the patient must endure
looking back to the dream
cosmic joke by beggar king
if only laughs would fade
drop the curtain, end my days.

2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180226.

I am the same as you
seeking my integrity
where I draw my lines
in the sand of humanity
mirrors echo the shapes
defining reality
core of who we are
center of what we want

identity is a right
who I am deep within
regardless of masks outside
drawn by society
the spectrum is my guide
a pool to dive within
skipping private rocks
across the placid face

desires are manifest
arising from within
natural on the face
of the field of dreams
too numerous to count
infinite when we admit
that pleasure is in pain
humility found when lost

attractions are the tool
preface to closed doors
where I remove the guards
allow myself to be seen
I’ll seek those I love
based on who I’ll trust
appeal with lead them here
behind the veil of life

the mirror is not broken
these reflections are still true
even if the version of me
is not the same version of you
diversity becomes the norm
normative put aside
when I am same as you
drawing lines for myself.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180225.

I didn’t expect the first kiss
ambush set full on the lips
with a tongue that filled the void
the sum result was heaven above

fireworks flash high in the sky
only seen by those involved
pyrotechnics invite much more
opening volley in lust’s salvo

a simple touch was enough
caress of flesh so very soft
brush of lips has provoked
the unexpected now welcome

this modest act rocked my world
shifted ground once set firm
tremors felt deep in my soul
this convulsion before the storm.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180224.

The empty ghosts wait on the verge
hidden from the larger world
now revealed by company
apparitions seen by my eyes

the breath of life escapes their ilk
wishing more to move beyond
my fate is tied to omen’s gift
inviting what lies beyond

this single shell all alone
attracts the demons of the soul
specters asking far too much
pound of flesh I now miss

unfurling talons tipped with blood
drawn from skin flayed by love
wisp or shadow from beyond
skirting realms to find life

this crowd of strangers pushes by
a husk is left to carry on
faded memories move to the edge
now hidden from a larger world.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180222.