I thought she slept all the time
in the realms beyond this life
tempting fate for the chance
to discover what she truly wants

the distant shores where slumber reigns
were her home beyond the mundane
where the truth was revealed
at the cost some count extreme

she finds peace while vexed concern
filled the minds of bystanders
those who are satisfied
by the standards of boring life

occasionally she’d wake to post
what happened when eyes were closed
I’d read the words while jealousy
asked why I could not do the same.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191230.

Forgiveness was not my request
solicitation as a bequest
from damnation imagined by
those without a reference to my life

the offer smacks of hyperbole
a bargain made with misery
based on assumptions without a care
for the lives cast to disrepair

to be washed from myself
cleansed until nothings left
has no attraction if life awaits
beyond the judgment of conjured fates

deny the pardons filled with fault
creating guilt where there is none
clemency offered asks one to admit
the sum being is villainous.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191229.

Silence amidst cacophony
those pauses from disharmony
introduce realms beyond the blare
an invitation to those who dare

beauty without soliloquy
the statement made in bless harmony
with a world none shall explain
when the essence is made plain

the smallest of all things
and the largest of consequence
stand outside the dialogue
of words bent to account

look to the heavens filled with stars
or the splendor of a cat’s paw
these breaks from a troubled world
each only asks to be observed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191228.

Forgiveness was not my request
solicitation as a bequest
from damnation imagined by
those without a reference to my life

the offer smacks of hyperbole
a bargain made with misery
based on assumptions without a care
for the lives cast to disrepair

to be washed from myself
cleansed until nothings left
has no attraction if life awaits
beyond the judgment of conjured fates

deny the pardons filled with fault
creating guilt where there is none
clemency offered asks one to admit
the sum being is villainous.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191229.

Threads connect beyond the shade
the domain where memories fade
lost as a price for the chance
to bind what will forever last

one lifetime is not enough
to explore the high and low
when the bonds justify
exchange of wrong and right

to find the linkage to explain
somewhere past the present day
look to the Moirai that allot
the varied spans from birth to death

from the spindle to the slash
friends and enemies have a place
the end result is a tapestry
the weave of destiny still unseen.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191227.

All the joys that came before
are ground to dust in times deplored
by the demand of spirits lost
in the storms that come at a cost

faith that hope will remain
is battered by the driving rain
winds evoked without resolve
the outer darkness has the cause

still some shelter stands alone
demanding solace of the calm
even while the lights grow dim
ask not who the self condemns

those sparks of life most celebrate
have lost their shine in what remains
all the joys except for those those
harbored close in last repose.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191226.

Consider words etched on the skin
put there by the poet’s pen
seen by those with the sight
to perceive the dark from the light

within those shadows the tale unwinds
a single line at a time
applied to flesh in full resolve
to illustrate how life evolves

by increments the muse explains
what came before was the paint
indelible as as the wind
still covering every inch

these notes of ashen hues
still relevant to those who view
the aftermath of poet’s pen
etched forever on the skin.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191225.

Love extends beyond the rules
set by those who are confused
by their sight bound to ignorance
relevance set by experience

what’s not known may fill a world
when passion is sure to diverge
seeking paths beyond the norm
that lazy trail of dogma’s charge

unable to see past the choice
made by the most conservative
count all the persons in this group
when nothing matches from high to low

instead consider that love will find
the balance found between minds
with hearts entrusted to explore
the ways that confirm this fervor.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191224.

Travels far from the home place
ask the traveler to contemplate
what holds them to the land
from which the path first led

identity is bound to change
morph to fit the present day
diverging from the fair wishes
of those who saw the natal day

these circumstances are enough
even though the crowd protests
to establish a new reality
so much more set in verity

those departures that life insists
relevance found that persists
is the hand now surely dealt
from the top of a new deck.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191223.

“What have you done?”
the ending sentence for a world
demanding answers never heard
when final doom was the last word

the echoes of the thunderclaps
reverberation of the dead
provides the tempo for the song
describing how things went wrong

heard by nobody of sound mind
or any mortals if truth be told
while this verity is on center stage
the audience is not there to clap

unless the ghosts are contrived
to be witnesses to the crime
what was done will always be
pondering at the end of reality.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191222.

Marionettes on genders’ strings
made to dance as new offspring
by writ of birth the die was cast
setting in motion life’s circumstance

this declaration that odds prescribe
mostly right some of the time
this is no comfort for those betrayed
when assumptions rule the day

now the puppets move about
pulled by strings spun from doubt
those filaments that serve few
both watchers and marks confused

the latter must fight to know
an escape from thread’s control
when they pull against the conceived
following what the heart believes.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191221.

Loose the cords that pretend to bind
connecting heart to the mind
the bond is parted at long last
remedy to pains of the past
  
allowing life's nature to transpire
sink to the bottom of the mire
join that collective that's expired
majority calling to those still alive

what came before was meant to pass
everything gone in it's own time
to hurry along is natural
when disconnection allows the pull

now the mind may rule the day
call in the dusk to some dismay
emotion's betrayal at long last ******
with comfort found in distant lands.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191220.

One decision invites much more
a new world to explore
this is the promise few will test
when change is pain most resist

that door awaits beyond the now
the one that fearful disallow
while opened with apparent ease
the craven pretend there’s no relief

by virtue of alert reserve
the status quo is then preserved
trapped in amber cast by fright
anxiety becomes pure delight

those choices few will embrace
don’t doubt the past could be erased
if supplicants move past their locks
placed to stop a life resolved.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191219.

The time without the loved one
once they’re buried in the ground
demands a toil from the soul
when the self has been interned

put six feet down lest the world
do the same without reserve
with permanence born of fear
by dogma too long revered

these sentiments that massacre
deviants from the conservative
asked only to step aside
from living large against the lie

the walking dead seem to survive
in aftermath of suicide
now the days are self-deplored
compelled normality forevermore.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191218.

Survival asks for a retreat
finding shelter lest a defeat
destroy more than what’s due
when hatred is the attitude

that consensus of the crowd
now embolden to speak out loud
by the virtue of leader’s sway
breadth of humanity is betrayed

to be different is now enough
damnation granted on a whim
the result when fear compounds
confirmed wishes of the crowd

this withdrawal to survive
brings a tear to my eye
the omens state all should beware
while monsters wear human form.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191217.

To be the angel for a day
fly with the aid of wings
would demand a sacrifice
to put aside the spice of life

in the heights the loss is slight
hidden among the blurred landscape
this prison that one may escape
by virtue of the altitude

if only for the span were perpetude
forever ignoring why most strive
on wings made for evasive flight
turning away from earth’s delights

to be seraph for a time
blinded to angst of men
would be sublime for a day
and then I’d return to play.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191216.

Ask the memories why they stay
especially in the realm of dreams
reminders of long lost times
forever gone come to the mind

those revenants from the graves
laid to rest in distant days
were thought to be in slumbered rest
now disabuse the present state

peace would reign without the voice
carried from the interned throats
now rising to share their wails
to cast aside forgetting veils

those curtains let in the distress
once thought dead and left behind
demand an answer for the reply
the buried past will be revived.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191215.

When there is so much love to give
there is never enough time to live
the latter too short as consequence
of the former demanding recompense

the many sorrows of the world
with lords’ challenge as the source
array against the yearning hearts
wishing more than plaintive thoughts

those empty gestures of the prayers
demands to gods that don’t care
when trials exist to test the weak
breaking wills beyond reprieve

still the love will try its best
extend to measures within its grasp
asking those who truly care
to step beyond despair's snare.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191214.

Explanations in aftermath
those attempts to demarcate
complexities beyond recall
from explanations quickly found

the simple answers fall away
then swirl around to obfuscate
saying less than most expect
jabbering without intelligence

that true knowing defies the grasp
of pundits stammering consequence
the buzz of flies has more to say
when clarity suffers in dismay

those puzzles of humanity
damning all with words to say
the cause defies narration’s balm
variation befuddling thought.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191213.

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

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191212.

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

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191211.

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

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191210.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Acceptance by friends is most kind
given they don’t know my mind
even as the questions reign
traditions felt in harsh complaint

ill intent is not the goal
as reactions come and go
when the source defies a life
expectations become a lie

those deviations from the norm
presented to a perplexed world
are only measured in this way
while self verity defines my day

the combination may instruct
by actions lived the deal is struck
acceptance offered in the storm
revelation as worlds are turned.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191205.

Loneliness comes in many forms
that separation of the soul
from a world of emotion's swirl
and the touch that would console

each with a flavor sustaining life
an essence needed to obtain
something more than holding place
in the coldness of the joined race

ask the tears the message brought
by the moisture of sad resolve
this substitute in the mists
a reality that life can’t resist

so many forms conspire as one
leading to the empty void
separation among the ghosts
intangible to those who need them most.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191204.

Roles are played to ease the pain
of actors and supporting cast
each with a role on the stage
wondering if it’s meant to last

just one scene and then the next
days extend beyond hindsight
wisdom lost where comfort dwells
decisions made to avoid a fight

the most close extend control
in the form of life deplored
seeking only to keep the hearts
enclosed in cages safe from harm

ascend to state the obvious
soliloquies cast to the crowd
this cast of thousands trapped within
those roles played to ease the pain.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191203.

They’ll tell you I’m insane
another loser to be swayed
by the wizards of the world
wishing dogma to be word

sorcerers of the first rank
seeking others to entrance
decided by folly’s path
turned from grace at the last

madness is the circumstance
allowance given to illusion’s cast
into the glamour this one steps
wishing sanity to surely last

still the voices will exclaim
lunacy may yet be gained
if the magus has their way
another loser to be swayed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191202.

The holy angels take a side
when conflict coincides
with each faction in surety
that cherubs are their allies

the evil in demon’s charms
are granted to opposites
sulphur is the taint
surrounding the assailants

now turn the tables to verify
the mirror confirms roles
flipped to the opposites
nothing changed in reverse

sanity has left the room
heaven and hell no longer served
when all parties can’t realize
only they are on their side.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191119.

The clock counts the minutes passed
waiting until the one that's last
with the destination surely known
where's the harm to hurry on?

a fretful end is never twice
only once may lightning strike
as the way will surely lead
to very worse of destinies

this roll of dice from above
set by gods by turn of luck
they must know the turn of trick
that fateful path life will pick

jokers meet the snake eyed twins
now the song will play again
with omens sent as clear signs
the chime announces closing time.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191118.

Consider futures none entreat
while nature dies beneath our feet
a slow death that’s decades long
in a world that most belong

except the monsters who plan to die
before the forecasts are applied
to the world they deign to mind
as elders focus on dollar signs

holding money as the greater good
against the family’s heritage
the wasteland will be the birthright
bequeathed by death’s knowing smile

ask not for the bell now tolls
it’s for the young left behind
reaping dust from coffered lies
all that’s left is to surely die.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191117.

Stature confirming beauty’s place
knowing all is as it should be
contentment gained in the end
sadness spurned by reality

refine impressions at heart’s dismay
as predilections have their say
acknowledging those surely blessed
still admiration may persist

divine impression restrained to sight
embrace artifacts hewed from life
to admire nature’s consequence
belying what could follow next

separated by life’s great gulf
admire the breadth of results
surety set by the frame
stature confirms beauty’s place.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191116.

Stature confirms beauty’s place
surety set by the frame
admire the breadth of results
separated by life’s great gulf

belying what could follow next
to admire nature’s consequence
embrace artifacts hewed from life
divine impression restrained to sight

still admiration may persist
acknowledging those surely blessed
as predilections have their say
refine impressions at heart’s dismay

sadness spurned by reality
contentment gained in the end
knowing all is as it should be
stature confirming beauty’s place.

If I could know the title given
to the life that would follow
forewarned by script’s hand
this prophecy yet to pass

chapters made of shifting pages
some pristine and others tattered
with many more yet to turn
if the fates feel it’s deserved

precepted by a declaration
only gods know the heading
stating future’s hidden winding
perfect in the rearview mirror

still a warning would be nice
six foot tall against the sky
this dream will fail in the future
portents lost in lettered scribbles.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191114.

When life is echoes in cold glass
backed by silver without a heart
perceptions mold to status set
by a world with no regrets

Procrustes did no less
exacting measures so all would fit
with a bed that must confirm
to the souls with one call

only seeking comfort's balm
from groups both large and small
each with a message to relate
comfort found in silver chains

these revelations will restrain
while supplying life’s gain
in the mirrors circumspect
of the life lost for respect.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191113.

Anonymity seeks to obscure
what’s made plain in the words
only showing by intent
the many layers of content

safety is the first domain
with excursions to the edge
peeking out from shadow’s realm
with permission to state the mind

even while the masks prevent
perception granted to the perceived
the changing visions of the id
knowing only moment’s blend

the ignorance of the world
is fertile ground for inner quests
proving that obscurity
allows artistic types to truly be.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191112.

Before the curtain moves upward
revealing those who stand behind
the frowns must turn around
take the form of plaintive smiles

with rigamortis as a guide
fixture set against the glare
a statement made for all to see
this cruelest act of mimicry

imagine there are cursed souls
who show the same without the goal
of persuading the gathering crowd
that left is right and up is down

still the show must go on
step to the curtain before the lights
reveal the actors with parts to play
conformed to joy while in dismay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191111.

Volcanoes waiting to explode
slumbering miles within the earth
invisible to questing eyes
all too ready to believe the lies

those fairy tales of life expressed
of base desires too long repressed
even while the pressure builds
wishing joys to be fulfilled

those delights of raptured breath
hinted as the tremors build
explosions waiting in the realms
sequestered by the hesitant

everything burns in the end
eruptions damning past repents
they matter not when the flesh
takes its due as planets twitch.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191110.

Beware the poets spinning lies
evoking truth that most deny
based on words beyond control
of dogma’s rants by public trolls

these denizens that contrive
to ask the public to comply
when sad delusion is a gift
extended to the ignorant

the poet holds the low ground
against barrages from above
still their mantras can impress
upon the lost in their *******

the lies spun in florid verse
are verity as consequence
when rivals speak with forked tongues
and poets etch ink to axioms.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191109.

This dark fate already wrought
hide horizons most have fought
with the knowledge time repeats
finding life will find defeat

as sure has hearts deny the path
love instructing hope to last
something more will take its place
the sum of fears to compensate

for the chasm between all kinds
evoked by those mostly blind
by dire concerns of power grasped
when nothing sure is meant to last

this fortune asks for monsters’ birth
far more evil than foes rebuked
by the cowards spurning joy
thus damning fate to unfold.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191108.

Shed a tear for the deceased
put to rest six feet deep
now the attempts are put aside
to truly live against the tide

this empty shroud of could have been
still the shell walks the earth
a husk pretending to be whole
even though the best is gone

while the others dance on graves
exclaiming ******* has been laid
put to ground as dogma states
is the way of holy grace

sharp ridicule filled with disgust
in this world that few may trust
celebrates the hollow victory
the walking dead in mimicry.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191107.

If I could be a pastel goth
stepping forward to state a claim
for the fashion most avoid
diving deep with little shame

hipster with the chicest vibes
understood by like-kind
travelers meeting doom
acknowledging rainbow’s boon

tones of pink fade to black
combining purple with oxblood
always flirting with extremes
before returning to the pale

matching eyebrows to the hair
corsets blessed against the chest
socks with skulls in candy tones
pastel goth will be my bomb.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191106.

Stairs evoked are the norm
anticipated when souls explore
a common sight that deceives
when the veil is not perceived

inclines lead to other realms
with the last in the beyond
a path of safety put aside
when the leap is in the mind

leading up or plunging down
each direction demands a turn
the willingness to commit
to destinations few admit

archways in the midst
of emptiness at top of steps
ruins pretending to be plain
hiding realms at staircase ends.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191105.

Imagination spawns the doting hoax
ready to match desires bespoke
from the weave of rapt desires
disconnected from the now

seen in mirrors of the self
awareness spawn by experience
don't ask the gods for wisdom's boon
to move beyond knowing's doom

still the seamstress must persist
with harlequins as consequence
mocking truth with blind intent
to see the world without sight

these revelations of personhood
dressed up with no place to go
when expectations fail to view
the reality perceived by you.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191104.

The rumors hint of *******
pursued by a joyous world
interactions pressed to flesh
while the actors are undressed

these plays enacted outside of scene
while on the stage close to hand
the opposite is fated as if in jest
with soliloquy the only script

liaisons of the distant past
evoke the memories that surpass
the dusty platters supped instead
in the emptiness of the day

still hearing tales of contact
coitus taken with longing gasps
even as this listener seeks
to state the rumors when they speak.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191103.

The connection walks with the crowd
down the road of many miles
with the track winding back
and the future still showing lack

the casualties of the past
seem discounted in the now
never count these out of hand
foundation laid by consequence

tens to thousands stepping forth
these travelers more than kin
strangers standing outside of blood
while their own is put upon

the single digits evoked a flood
now the masses are the crush
connections walking to be heard
with outlanders of common cause.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191102.

Blessed are those who can’t relate
to the poems of the dismayed
the depths plumbed beyond the curve
are foreign to the undisturbed

based on years without pain
perhaps a touch though not the same
as the writer with words to share
of despair bled upon the page

puddles seen of life expelled
still the reader is compelled
to state a mystery has been writ
when fortune lays outside the script

each with their own experience
nullifying the shared insight
with no judgment on each one
the sufferer and the stunned.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191101.

Imagine ghosts gathered round
sight unseen in their resolve
extend existence for a time
with a promise of delight

the living act as willing hosts
when amusement is the lure
desires extended to attract
those who seek carnality

these spirits go by other names
inducing lewdness as the reward
riding hosts until the dawn
then asking for another turn

fiends acknowledged in the end
it’s too late for the dismayed
flush by diversions of the flesh
this bait leading to the abyss.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191031.