Happiness guessed is fantasy
accounting for the scary dreams
worry spawns more of the same
damning all that play the game

failure wrapped without regard
for the falls beyond the edge
imagined in full relief
against the bones still complete

without a break even though
phantom pains take control
reducing those who abide
with the troubles of the mind

sadness thought to carry on
clouds spun into the storm
contrasted with the coming balm
this asks too much from the now.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191030.

Dark stories tell so much more
than escapades that words explore
these scratch the surface in attempts
to find the final consequence

beneath the depths plumbed within
are other layers attached to sin
asking why the lights are dimmed
lest the truth be condemned

these tales are whispered smoke
denied existence in remorse
as they’re shared across the world
no matter what the tomes implore

wishing only that righteousness
inform the actions of all men
even while the narrative
states how truly life is led.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191029.

Exploration of the unknown
plumbing depths once concealed
was the passion of the past
shown in displays few surpassed

the cavalcade without demure
exclaimed out loud for all to hear
has fallen quiet once the task
was completed with ends to last

those changes are now internalized
known to self in full resolve
even while the world decides
to disagree with pointed knives

it's no wonder the response
a retreat from consequence
includes identity's detour
to the closet of the before.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191028.

The monsters of the hidden mind
sequestered far for good of all
hold their counsel until the day
that life’s grace will be betrayed

before the time that darkness reigns
in the deepest of mind’s caves
far from the light of calm resolve
squirming worms disrupt the thoughts

holding masks to the world
evoking bliss while doom grows
waiting for the chance to strike
assume control beyond their might

beware the dusk before the night
when sanity has a last gasp
monsters stir from their respite
moving forward in twilight.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191027.

With each breath the wish grows
‘this is the last and no more’
yet still the lungs fill with air
marking time in equal dread

the seconds stretch without resolve
in groups prolonged by questing thoughts
grounded in a base desire
to cease the practice in sad flight

absent the intake of life
rejected in a paradox
this greatest gift that many seek
becomes the bane of the oblique

still the breaths continue on
precursor of the coming storm
what the mantra long desired
wish satisfied in the lie.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191026.

The sky was clear far above
no cloud to mar the face of God
still the moisture trickles down
hinting presence of a frown

from the corner the wet side
glistening in the morning light
the other orb stands resolute
denying emotion held inside

if disclosure is fully made
based on moisture from one eye
the truth is greater than a lie
presented on the dry side

yet still the sky has no shade
echoed on one half a face
resolute to hold the line
while hopes and dreams slowly die.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191025.

The walls keep secrets well
without regard for time’s span
years are the quickest blink
when looking at the passing scene

seeing all while with staring eyes
this sentinel in plain sight
invisible in the full light
of countless days and hooded nights

cloaked by pictures praising love
generations that come and go
the ghosts insisting they’re alive
shadows cast in passing flight

these memories are well kept
held behind painted shrouds
echoes lost with wisdom gained
never shared beyond the same.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191024.

These assumptions made for sanity
lest the madness find a place
already present in small part
awaits for reason to depart

scraps snatched to satisfy
crumbs sustaining vacant calm
while the storms may conspire
outside the window of the mind

curtains drawn as consequence
otherwise the world would bend
tumble down as gaps appear
expose the farce that all fear

warped to test belief in God
for lies then resolved
assumptions gathered are no more
now cast aside as madness grows.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191023.

The clay has set to **** the one
wanting something beyond their form
now that time has set the frame
with assurance of no change

except for aging that betrays
desires lost in beauty's maze
looking at the warped glass
mirrors stating the opposite

perhaps a chance once thrived
to portray the paradigm
even this is held to doubt
lost in decades far behind

now the clay is only fit
to be ground by the fist
reduced to dust as nature asks
aberrations to step aside.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191022.

A new low among the heights
a spiral returning into the mire
ever escaping gravity's pull
towards a crash upon the globe

even when the sun may shine
fill the expanse of the sky
the clouds blanket unseen earth
depths far from the warming orb

asking nothing but belief
that doom will return to compete
with belief of upward trends
tested by the cold malaise

all the reasons to resist
in culmination to exist
are put aside without hope
lest the highs take control.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191021.

The exchange is condemned
flesh for payment in the hand
while the world ignores the same
as equal swaps have no blame

those servitudes by married states
proceeded by the dating game
ask that skin be exposed
prior to forms of *******

while the outcome is alike
imaginations seek to decry
those outside the prescriptive ways
when doubles standards are in play

purity separate from the price
what’s made right in a thought
curse the ones who provide
just the same in God’s knowing eyes.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191020.

Would I care what people thought
when the choice was resolved
knowing there'd be no joy
just shades of angst to be explored?

this sum of anger for an end
arriving early by selfishness
becomes a vessel of the pain
for those seeking facts to blame

what part they played in memories
is for survivors to decide
this gift unwanted by the world
submitted by pain’s reserve

the sum of good is cast aside
with ill supplanting views of life
already I know there's no joy
in choices made to leave the hurt.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191019.

Beauty holds a special place
across the spectrum life may take
instructed by vision’s quest
then turned to dark for evil wants

the blessed game of give and take
gives the latter an upper hand
given to the grasping tastes
wishing lust to be the game

between the look and the touch
one comes first if life is fair
while the second is not assumed
when the world disdains abuse

that wanting beauty to be held
without respect for vessel’s stead
the spectrum does not permit
transgression taken in the end.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191018.

When dislike becomes ingrained
a statement made to the self
those who choose to love the same
are discarded in folly’s blame

the ones most loyal to the cause
by sake of blood or something more
are cast aside lest the care
bring some hope to angst declared

the doom is fully self-avowed
that happiness cannot be found
now the world knows only pain
sharing this with sharp disdain.

to **** the self becomes the charge
with no allowance for outside grace
when dislike becomes ingrained
a hate for all is life remained.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191017.

Piety is the cold refrain
repeated to ease the pain
with a chorus of like minds
denouncing comfort left behind
resurrected from past crimes
conveyed in warning by the wise

or experienced in the past
now reviewed with shamed abash
those artifacts of pleasure felt
when the guard was withheld
allowing worlds to tumble in
swamp the dullness with bouts of sin

the crashing waves of sublime bliss
snapping anchors like mere twigs
arise from depths when reticence
is put aside to live again
to drown would lead to certain death
the little ones are the best

falling far from staid grace
into rapture thought debased
in response the walls arise
reaching high into the sky
seeking mercy from on high
piety grasped instead of life.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191016.

Mirrors stand to illustrate
the scope of self then displayed
reactions twisted to reflect
in the face of other folks

a funhouse without laughs
screams echoes against walls
while the reflections twist and turn
stating horror as consequence

this ruling stated without hope
damning all in parallel
some asking to be judged
while others offer cruel insight

poison spread from the taint
an image felt within the heart
provided with ill intent
at request of supplicants.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191015.

Presentation has a price
when the world hates with pride
confident that they're fully right
with beliefs on their side

born of dogma the past exclaimed
or toxic fears that betray
both lead to hurdles placed
for the act of coming out

here's the joke played on us
those who should care the most
by writ of blood or consequence
embody poisons and not progress

thus to hide in plain sight
or shed the blood from a life
becomes the path many take
when acceptance comes too late.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191011.

Tears hide behind the smile
with the frown yet to arrive
when the prompts harken forth
parting clouds for something more

blackness is normality
near at hand in everyday
still the need can’t be denied
joy pretended to blind the mind

assuring the cares of worried ones
wishing nature to be more kind
even with the facade renounced
reality embraced by the frown

emotion's battle between the two
one inside for perpetude
the other seeking to explain
why the sun must cloak the rain.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191010.

The stand-in has their place
a substitute in many ways
for the creature kept within
fully cowed by cries of sin

evoked on lips as the truth
conveyed out loud in perpetude
from the elders seeped in fear
a bias passed through the years

this masquerade responds in kind
the doppelganger all to mild
seeking peace with the world
at any price is the resolve

while behind the private mask
a hell exists without regard
for the pretender strutting round
the stand-in within the bounds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191009.

To see the world through the notes
witnessed without the aid of eyes
exclamations of counterpoint
revealing both the lows and highs

a form describing entire worlds
from turn of melody by instruments
the sequence measured in the beats
mountains built as consequence

this vision seen in full bloom
with rainbows found in timbre’s groove
bridging valleys in between
contrast the tones by silence spoke

repeating in a wild refrain
apparitions of purest joy
fully seen in lucid dreams
realized by harmony.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191008.

The signs exist to be seen
no longer hidden if observed
by the travelers who pursue
adventures found beyond the fade

on paths divergent from the norm
into realms where monsters lay
judged as such by the crowd
with a judgment that’s not shared

those denizens that disagree
knowing life cannot be caged
doors are made to walk through
when the desire finds latitude

nature holds a wide palette
with rainbow’s colors in between
shown to a world that’s not afraid
to read the signs that are displayed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191007.

A thousand spotlights probe the dark
demand the sharing of their light
this multitude of good intent
falling short in their brilliance

those precious beams should reveal
what’s beyond that’s concealed
instead the shadows rule the day
as well as night to broad dismay

the sum of nothing is resolved
to exist beyond love’s call
when the void is not dissolved
by intentions of the heart

still the shafts seek to share
resolutions of tenderness
if only they had a chance
to pierce the dark and share the light.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191006.

A single night becomes the hinge
moving past the commonplace
with a sight that deviates
from the norm that most embrace

beyond the drone of the days
where conformance brings dismay
put aside in truth’s pursuit
of relevance by joy’s display

testimony of what should be
imagined in the realm of dreams
realized without regret
then voiced to others as consequence

the promise made stakes a claim
‘if only this were every day”
now gods have heard the call
in depths of night to the beyond.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191005.

Doors exist in other realms
leading to the here and now
allowing travel to progress
until today is the past’s gain

reflection of what came before
once the edge of everything
fades in the memory of the world
forgetting where now was born

arrangements already made
before the present is displayed
stating what will advance
beyond the veil of present time

those portals asking for review
of how journey turned around
what tomorrow may present
in the eyes of future past.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191004.

This prospector of a kind
for a treasure none can mine
instead the search taps the vein
of bent souls much the same

to find otherwise is the norm
that cookie-cutter life implores
sets the highs and the lows
into which all must flow

even while the traveler seeks
the camouflaged who prescribe
with the outer while the insides
twist away from standard’s set

into arms of fellow kinks
measured by a knowing wink
the prize measured in the twist
recognized by the self-same.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191003.

Adornment comes in many forms
this step beyond nakedness
something more than garments hung
for the reasons of plain regard

decked upon a simple frame
once the base has been set
an exclamation is desired
to shift beyond boredom’s calm

wishing only to exclaim
loveliness in the bling
by the sparkle or color’s swath
splendor following this allure

beauty blessed for all to see
charisma worn as a prayer
the mantra of a greater god
when decoration is the charge.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191002.

Listen closely to the voice
warning of the lovely traps
those that beckon from beyond
with entreats that promise charms

beauty turned to drop the guard
of experience sourced from years
knowing right from troubled wrong
now at risk before the plunge

discarded without a thought
in pursuit of false beguile
flirtation with no return
an invitation damning all

this promise of quick delight
hiding doom in hindsight
listen closely to the call
to walk away before the fall.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191001.

Feelings caught become the trap
waiting for unwary saps
wishing something to address
the crush of sad loneliness

that need to put aside the shield
armor worn against the storms
rain combined with thunderbolts
puts up a  shelter to console

these echoes matter little now
when the gulf between the souls
eternal silence becoming all
matters more than paling scars

still the snares may intrude
set with bait hung with hearts
this matters not when the void
is safety’s realm that none rejoice.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190928.

The doppelganger does exist
less than an inch from the skin
while at a distance that defines
a mirror set defying lies

without remorse of pleasantries
stacked upon the need to please
tearing down a false balm
constructed by safety’s calm

waiting for insanity
demanding dues of the will
impersonator that’s all too real
staking claims when strength wanes

this pressure keg that must reveal
the opposite of banal states
these humors ****** without regret
by opposites of the flesh.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190927.

The end will come very soon
steal the beloved left behind
after fools have expired
sealing doom in aftermath

a fate none seek is ensured
by the lack of a pressing cure
when medicine is put aside
by the infirm who will die

before the worse comes to pass
leaving nothing then to last
sweeping all from the earth
reduced to beasts as a curse

still the fools have their day
staking comfort in the blink
living large in twilight years
before a hell descends to earth.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190926.

These shadows stack upon themselves
by the glare of the many suns
each an orb the would blind
those who seek to hold the light

the relentless is defied
gloom gathered to reconcile
where the bright dominates
the opposite seeks to relate

phantasms asking for their time
these residents of darker realms
shades inclined to ask their due
after joy has ruled the world

one or another must exist
lest the balance fall aside
asking all to take a side
or walk between dark and light.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190925.

Promises made behind the veil
the self-committed to the unsaid
are realized in graphic bliss
tempered by impermanence

those lurid dreams of the obscene
exist beyond morality
harbored in the inky depths
where restraints tempt the fates

chains cast aside in pursuit
of revelation deep within
no longer held by the norms
a celebration pressing flesh

the dull sanity of the dawn
asks too much in exchange
when a longing for escape
begs for sleep instead of wake.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190924.

Consider shadows that most deny
valid against the press of night
consideration turned to charm
by the impact of appeal's turn

even as the darkness forms
wrapping around the gentle souls
without malice or ill intent
as they seek comfort’s bliss

surrounding those without regard
for the ghosts that then result
even as the normative
demand falsehoods in the stead

for the ghosts among themselves
pressing outward with dismay
affirming what’s felt within
hidden plainly while love is blessed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190923.

The vile is compared to the best
this turn of word to express
exaltation none shall deny
against the **** that's always foul

the very worse stated there
imagined vice in duress
while paragons with halos set
are the home team without regret

punching at the straw man's breast
damning sins that don’t exist
the result is simplified
as ill thoughts are justified

contrasting with a cardboard form
exemplary in biased thoughts
the very worse against the best
there’s no truth in this contest.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190922.

The locks exist in testament
to the gates that weren’t kept
closed at times life escaped
like the horse of fabled writ

the temptations beyond four walls
outside the barrier that constrains
beckons those who desire
something more than life restrained

equines sadly run amok
leaving safety of the stall
when the safeguards failed to keep
hearts from straying to wilderness

where the barbs pierce the heart
drawing blood as consequence
now that locks are afterthoughts
life will ponder what's been lost.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190921.

Consideration asks a price
a quota given to admit
those desiring passage to
the lettered realms confirming self

these domains are only blessed
by occupants residing there
it’s no wonder that obstacles
are erected as consequence

identity is denied
as a measure that complies
with the checklist written by
experts docked with battle scars

instead dire standards are applied
disregarding pretentious folks
deemed so by their eager wills
to exist outside of ills.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190920.

Voyeurs come in many stripes
standing at the edge of light
peering from the depths of shame
knowing where to place the blame

scripture written on the self
lifted from the holy books
skin absorbs the greater truth
without regard for consequence

spoken clearly behind the mask
worn to **** the realm of doubt
becomes the journey of the mind
slick with tears from the beyond

the steps are taken down the path
away from orbs of calm insight
remaining while world retreats
****** of the private grief.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190919.

Power asks for too much
based on acts of thoughtless youth
pushing boundaries then deplored
in the time present now ignored
this pinnacle may be accused
against the weight of the abuse

Satan pleads for justice ******
at the coming of a lost dawn
towers stand in the light
ignoring taunts that bring delight
angels cry in dark despair
to a future none should prepare

morality has no bearing here
when a life of power is embraced
nothing less than wins are blessed
with religion near at hand
a conscience that knows the past
denies the sins fully wiped

with forgiveness near at hand
the mighty fist will always win
the lesser *** unduly whines
forgetting glory handed down
power blessing base desires
to hold the measure of earthly pyres.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190918.

The private hell is construed
from the warped inner truth
verity gone as consequence
in the landscape that grace forgot

“a lie” says the honest man
without the reference of the condemned
who knows worth has been lost
against the angst of inner thoughts

this tableau without regard
for salvation that’s possible
to maintain a modicum
of a shelter against the storm

instead the abyss is embraced
a netherworld without the sun
reflecting a void felt within
waiting for the world to fade.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190917.

The representation of the leg
fall too short when compared
to attributes above the waist
or that region of ***** fame

gams extending to the foot
both the curves and the straight
attribution of delight
to the review of the eyes

the shapeliness that few deny
when honesty is applied
the delight of verity
only ****** by devil’s lies

these edifice of angel’s breadth
recognized by vision’s bliss
defying nature in good jest
with perfection of the leg.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190916.

To be known has a price
a due given to past works
glittered trinkets that exclaim
where the future may yet lay

these become foundation’s curse
basis given to later worth
even though a fuller breadth
is still there with relevance

expectations become contrite
sorrow given to circumstance
when the outcome does not match
the vision fixed upon the prize

while a range of interests beg
something else to the front
for some time in the stead
of fame’s need to state the day.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190915.

The forever yesterday is no more
has passed away like the fog
now defunct as fading mists
pressed upon by sunlit beams

those artifacts of a past day
once entrenched as if to stay
find no traction in beliefs
torn apart by time’s conceit

dismissing mountains without regard
for the depths of bedrock’s plunge
seeming solid before the breeze
took the hill and cast it down

leaving only memories
the ghosts in place of solidity
a forever that’s passed away
just like the present sure to stay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190914.

A journey does not stand alone
by a step or many miles
seeking goals with a twist
surprising those who quest an end

the mileage counted is a sham
for its worth in measurement
against the signs that infer
commonality between two men

the main path becomes a sham
as excursions are the rule
searching past the trampled path
still a journey of consequence

those small jaunt fulfill a need
to explore beyond the norm
at sunset the road will wait
with the journey to celebrate.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190913.

Medication paused a day
the balm of urge then delayed
with a will to live without
if only for the briefest time

until the need comes again
sight unseen to other folks
yet more present than concerns
voiced for the abstinence

when that fix to ease the pain
sometimes a scratch or ****** ****
demands more than platitudes
even as they fill the void

between damnation and relief
the intermission feeds a hope
somewhere past the curative
is a life of more control.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190912.

Revelation comes and goes
like the tides by moon’s bent
sometimes rising to the cause
when not pulling away from shore

inconsistent if truth be told
even though the will is strong
wishing something to be said
as the shyness rules the day

to share the self outside of walls
constructed for safety’s sake
darting through the open doors
returning when the wind blows cold

forgive these failings in hindsight
exposure turned to truancy
please don’t judge what may come
look to future fates more kind.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190911.

The goal of being is a task
assigned by those who know best
from the rules put to page
bringing most to broad dismay

uniqueness is not a goal
exalted by those above
creating boxes with only walls
padded prisons to shackle souls

with bars for windows lest birds fly
escape to the skies far above
still the freedom may be dreamed
from the comfort of velvet chains

embrace the freedom now denied
pass through to the other side
disavow the offered bane
to be the person behind constraints.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190910.

The tone out loud may betray
the calm realized deep within
perhaps the gods could forgive
what the voice will express

that placid place of good intent
abandoned when the sounds relent
tumbled from the inner depths
to **** the sounds then expressed

somewhere in the journey’s breadth
the words transformed to manifest
ill intent for all involved
even while the angels cringe

vowels twisted around state
exceptions to the smiling face
what’s said outside would be withdrawn
if only time could be reversed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190909.

Replacement is a mark of worth
gauged by those who hear the voice
of a world that seems to care
for dollar’s sake and dogma’s bane

one dictates a bottom line
measured by where profits lie
with the spreadsheet all shall know
who shall come and who shall go

the other measures in degrees
already stated by piety
with no room to deviate
from the bane of belief’s state

one or the other will decide
what’s of value and what’s denied
leaving those of failed worth
to wonder why the world has turned.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190908.

The drawer has emptied over time
one-thirds cleared as if to comply
with an absence that demands doom
this lack of spoons in present time
those holders of passions pressed
into realms of thriving health
growth beyond the wounded state
is then paused by lack of ready grace

there’s left behind the substitutes
each with a cold purpose set
neither an equal on their own
perhaps together life will resolve
easily fitting into a palm
poor replacement for what’s been lost
the fates continue nonetheless
even if spoons are not at hand

the first demands useful works
that poke and lift of the fork
utility of a long workday
is manifest by implement
crafting worlds without a soul
absent thought of questing hope
this allows the days to unwind
even as the will slowly die

the second cuts with an edge honed
removing meat from the bone
a knife’s edge would cease the pain
at the price of future days
separation that seems to heal
when pain is dropped from the deceased
now lack of spoons has bequeathed
that work combines with edged leave.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190907.

To come from faith is a trap
snares woven between the words
took to heart by the sincere
before the mind is lost to fear

there is no telling where a life ends
from conception to the last descent
into madness without escape
surety set against all wills

others are ****** as so entranced
the lockstep standard is applied
wedded to religion’s jest
that ego lost is safety gained

confusion is the monster born
identity turned to flip the tale
where the god stands alone
or is the enemy of common man.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190906.