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Sep 2019 · 49
Sorry Lover
poetryaccident Sep 2019
Sorry lover but you can’t look back
to the sheets thrown to the floor
forgotten while bodies press
ghosts lost to passion’s bliss

promises once had a place
fealty against death’s cold hand
the declarations none will admit
when light of day too soon arrives

strong emotions aren’t cast aside
instead replaced with grounded angst
along with rage of what should be
tears spilled on pillows drenched

promises lost along with pride
if only this came to pass
along with advice none request
sorry lover please don’t look back.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190905.
The poem “Sorry Lover” was loosely inspired by the song “Written in Blood” by the group She Wants Revenge.
Sep 2019 · 107
Jest by the Gods
poetryaccident Sep 2019
They say the old must surely die
to allow the new to thrive
a sacrifice that bears new fruit
from the ash of kernels cast

the promise for the hopeful flesh
shed with cocoons in the light
a cheerful plan without regard
for the outcome that then transpires

this is the jest by the gods
revealed as the greatest lie
when the reverse is the truth
culminating in a hollow life

what may be new is no more
put aside before it’s born
rotting while the old conspires
to pretend that life will thrive.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190904.
The poem “Jest by the Gods” is about a transformation that works against an individual.  The cocoon does not grow a butterfly.  Instead, the caterpillar is entombed.
Sep 2019 · 60
Catch the Blood
poetryaccident Sep 2019
The stage is set once again
a tarp put down to catch the blood
with a backdrop to accentuate
an end foretold by stalking fate

what could be is doomed to fail
except to ask hope to prevail
even as the tiresome trek
demands detours into dread

once again the faith is crushed
gods are ****** in the dust
beholden to the sacrifice
their gaze observes the final price

the implement has been set
disappoint hone to an edge
waiting for the nod to slice
to the bone without respite.

2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190903.
The poem “Catch the Blood” is about the disappointment of trying for a goal multiple times, with each failed attempt taking a little more of a soul.
Sep 2019 · 64
Poetry Accident
poetryaccident Sep 2019
The accident came by intent
on the wings of friend’s content
put to canvas with pigments towards
three months pursuit of crafting works

the same became my lofty goal
with words replacing painted forms
even though experience
was lacking in the poet’s pen

with each day another poem
was writ to page as purpose turned
from ninety dates to mere ten more
culminating at the year’s close

this happenstance of timing bless
the muse demanded only more
with lucidity in the breach
expression put to public stage

a goal surpassed had been gained
now writing was the habit set
so many couplets spun to state
sanity lost while wisdom’s gained

moving forward into years
with five down and more to go
the accident is now a cause
these words submitted with more to come.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190902.
The poem “Poetry Accident” is an expression of the journey of my poetic writing efforts.  The artistic enterprise “Poetry Accident” came to birth in September of 2014.  At conception, the effort was to produce ninety days of poetry.  The ninety became one hundred, which then rolled into years.   Nineteen hundred plus poems later, the accident continues.
Sep 2019 · 63
Life Spins Round
poetryaccident Sep 2019
Life spins round the single point
all time taken in the observed
consumed against more than less
or opposite as consequence

is this the drain circled now
or *** of gold to cash against?
both are an end to the means
of damning efforts to redeem

consider outcomes that transpire
by the fruits that are acquired
while the surface is the same
the shell contains the darker stains

by the debris cast about
the drain demands little worth
only that life prepares
to be consumed in karmic sleight.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190901.
The poem “Life Spins Round” was inspired by the debris that surrounds a continuously depressed person.
Sep 2019 · 107
Applied to Scratch
poetryaccident Sep 2019
The itch is less than constant pain
not enough to cause a moan
but always there in misery
asking balm to cure the ill

that static humming on the nerves
stripped to wires sparking hot
the echoes sound at all times
a dirge to state illusion's cast

the glow perceived in manic flush
wishing less than consequence
perhaps the crowds can’t conceive
a state beneath that asks too much

at the price of sanity
a rage suppressed against the need
questing for the medicine
applied to scratch demanding deeds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190831.
The poem “Applied to Scratch” is about the low-grade hum of addiction asking for appeasement.
Aug 2019 · 71
Wolf at the Window
poetryaccident Aug 2019
The wolf at the window is held at bay
waiting with patience at our dismay
knowing that all must walk among
forest paths beyond the vale

safety breached to attain
something more than the disdain
of the fools that wish for more
than memories now deplored

the haunts exist by aftermath
in the forest where killers bay
knowing windows lead to doors
allowing all to **** their souls

it takes one chance for the claws
to take the flesh from safety’s arms
before the window is declined
what lays beyond will have its time.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190830.
The poem “Wolf at the Window” was inspired by a cartoon that spoke of avoiding the wolf, that it takes luck to achieve this on a daily basis, and how the wolf only needs to succeed once.
Aug 2019 · 62
Beyond the Shore
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Consider a realm where this poem
is unread by mortal eyes
not one sentence witnessed here
finds its way to viewer’s grace

this happenstance of the muse
tossed like a bottle beyond the shore
without a purpose except to state
dictation meant for higher realms

taunting gods in surly jest
for the pains words can’t express
lines inscribed that disappear
perhaps they were never here

the whine with cheese in a poem
now at the end in reader’s eyes
with cheerful thanks even as
the void consumes words not meant to last.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190829.
The poem “Beyond the Shore” is about the frustration and the magic of writing poetry.  Is the outcome read?  Does the struggle put to words matter?  One day the void will have an answer.
Aug 2019 · 53
Garish Should Be
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Garish should be the undertone
so say the ones who hold the line
desiring only that mutes explain
the breadth of life beyond the pale

until the souls who dare to dream
demand expression beyond the veil
with vibrancy of color’s swatch
and actions stated to justly shock

these statements exclaimed without regard
for sensibilities in fashion’s realm
instead the giants are thrown down
by admiration of damning jests

extracting praise for substitutes
the flagrant over the sadly tamed
a mystery that gods disdain
while beauty fills the latitudes.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190828.
The poem “Garish Should Be” is a consideration of why people seem to delight at bold statements even as the conservative framework disdains the same.
Aug 2019 · 81
A Single Sprig
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Sometimes the forest hides the trees
concealing rainbows in the green
when the color meant for most
is the pigment denied by one

the rare exception hides among
the mighty giants of the glade
dictating life of the less
those sprouts seeking something else

a single sprig cut from the sun
by the breadth of canopy
without a path to extend
beyond the grove set in time

a splash of color is allowed
just a glimpse as seasons turn
still the theme must be adhered
to be a tree and nothing more.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190827.
The poem “A Single Sprig” is about the struggle of the alternative to exist in a conservative world.
Aug 2019 · 42
Write Each Day
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Write each day to stay alive
this is my task with the pen
to etch mere words upon the page
an exclamation against the dread

lest the ***** becomes a cliff
no longer there to ground a soul
the holding ****** to finally fail
without foundations that must prevail

greet the sun to **** the night
this was the way of ancient man
a superstition in hindsight
the same is said of my task

to write each day to stay alive
a religion I’ll not deny
with the clergy of the poem
the congregation of only one.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190826.
The poem “Write Each Day” is about the cathartic activity of writing.
Aug 2019 · 43
Shared By All
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Dare I show some flesh
metaphorical or in the real
to demonstrate a common ground
between myself and readers’ minds?

if the answer is a yes
the outcome is preordained
as the words and lack of clothes
reveal the person beneath the mask

weakness put to the front
transformation now divulged
down to the skin and beyond
until disclosure becomes old

with a twist that’s laughable
or just ironic in pure hindsight
nothing new is ever shown
****** is shared by all.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190825.
The poem “Shared By All” is about the sharing of the artist.  The irony is that their sharing only confirms the existence of others, with nothing truly new revealed.
Aug 2019 · 77
Gender That Confirms
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Affection of the female kind
just the friendship finally found
is the salve for the questing heart
coming from a former self

without confusion that the meek
is the state for woman’s grace
just as fierce with wit that cuts
in defense of worldly strikes

the communal behind a veil
a front exacted against the pain
allowing entry of the type
once existing on the far side

now entranced by support
once estranged before the turn
to the gender that confirms
affection from the female kind.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190824.
The poem “Gender That Confirms” is about the support I’ve received for my transgendered side.   While I have very slowly paced myself, for reasons, my female allies have been wonderful.
Aug 2019 · 64
Craving’s Bliss
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Floating gentle on the wave
only felt within the brain
hidden from the sight of those
wondering why the need exists

a delightful fuzz that consumes
agitation of the mood
always there beyond the veil
responsibility that must prevail

damning all to turn the wheels
creating thirsts of the soul
asking lubrication to extend
to the balm of troubled woes

a comfortable numb with regard
for the depths of agony
escaped at last in the waves
dependence spun from craving’s needs.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190823.
The poem “Craving’s Bliss”  is about the surface of self-medication.
Aug 2019 · 83
A Recollection
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Memories come rushing back
of the friends once forgot
in the mists of living angst
behind the veil of private death

the exclamations that surprise
distant echoes of the past
breaking walls built with lies
that no one cares for this life

one or another is enough
the darkness broke by a light
lit from above to reveal
what came before the misery

a recollection that does not care
for the darkness left behind
asking for a smile to spring
when reminded what life brings.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190822.
The poem “A Recollection” is about spirits being lifted by friends.
Aug 2019 · 61
The Unbound
poetryaccident Aug 2019
When the ties dissolve at last
dreams put aside with full intent
to seek the dreams of vacancy
beyond the dross of everyday

the pressures sought to transform
coal to diamonds as a result
instead fine powder fills the air
blinding those who seek the sky

ash from urns not yet interned
contribute to the pressing mood
as the thoughts turn inward
disregarding where life finds charm

the magical falling short
and then forgotten in retrospect
the mystic ****** before the fall
as the unbound dissolves the world.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190821.
The poem “The Unbound” is about desires to step away and the dissolving ties that bind.
Aug 2019 · 217
Tilted Scales
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Blessed are curses as a path
to the riches in aftermath
before the bell tones at last
denying more while giving less

embraced by fools counting sins
there aren’t enough to contend
when the darkness felt within
consumes fair judgment for all men

the only saints that remain
are disguised in full regret
for the beasts that contrive
to enslave their lesser kind

animals that only know
troubles delivered by the gods
damnation sourced in mercy’s place
blessings lost on tilted scales.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190820.
The poem “Tilted Scales” was inspired by a series of Tumblr postings, culminating in a work about outcomes of power.
Aug 2019 · 55
Sunless Days
poetryaccident Aug 2019
The clouds have their day
to release what’s pent within
no longer able to hold the mask
of sunny days meant to last

the halcyon all pursue
a status quo for the abused
idyllic for the quick glimpse
when inquires seek portends

even as the coming storm
gathers round behind the smile
heavy with the unresolved
echoes of the saddest times

soon to drench the frowning crowds
scurrying to answer shelter’s prompt
away from those who can't escape
the overcast of sunless days.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190819.
The poem “Sunless Days” was written on a rainy day, one that seemed to echo the poet’s hovering tears.
Aug 2019 · 63
Balm Extended
poetryaccident Aug 2019
How many words would it take
to exclaim the breadth of life
something more the mundane
against the range of rainbow space?

reassurance becomes the grail
from the bard or minister
each with a tool near at hand
holding letters to be heard

those exclamations in holy text
ask their due with curt distress
as the statements fall too short
of the needs for spectrum’s dreams

the poet’s muse responds in kind
fills the gap where creeds are blind
with a comfort the lost long seek
a balm extended as souls are freed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190818.
The poem “Balm Extended” is about the power and legacy of writing of all types.
Aug 2019 · 68
Called a Sin
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Don’t ask the gods if they sent
sedatives to cure the pain
those aches of body’s frame
or the trials of mind’s domain

indulgence in the medicine
not prescribed but still pursued
by the drink or much more
addressing woes all deplore

removing more than agony
when composure is reduced
inebriation of the whole
in pursuit of the profane

to be wasted is called a sin
this sacrament now denied
even as the misery
demands a world that’s more humane.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190817.
The poem “Called a Sin” is about the trials and relief of self-medication.
Aug 2019 · 47
Pull and Push
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Inflate the ego at your own risk
lest the air go to the head
with results that few pursue
when doom arrives at the end

the race is run against the wind
lifting those who seek to fly
the balloon rising high
before falling to the ground

pushed by storms that twirl within
a gravity spun from the soul
the black hole light can’t escape
when assumptions consume grace

the detonation comes at last
between the pull and the push
more a whimper than a blast
a fitting end that few admit.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190816.
The poem “Pull and Push” was inspired by the art piece “Deflated” by Anatol Knotek.  The work features a deflated balloon labeled “ego”.
Aug 2019 · 69
Birthday Suit
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Excuse the ****** some deplore
disclosed in words as they explore
so much more than clothes removed
the breadth of skin then exposed

just a glimpse when compared
to the flow of note’s discharge
dropped on the page in a stream
with souls undressed as result

secrets told without regard
in the buff by outcome
the inner self instead of flesh
disrobing more with every tell

in the end the truth is told
nakedness beyond the fold
don’t look away lest one miss
a birthday suit by writ’s admit.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190815.
The poem “Birthday Suit” was inspired by the involvement of friends in burlesque based entertainment.   I considered how revealing writing can be compared to these celebrated events.
Aug 2019 · 56
Testament of Origins
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Consider the ruins that still stand
testimony to craftsmanship
of the labors that came before
by the builders now long gone

with one stone upon the next
scattering low from the high
with the latter fall short
of past phantoms forgot by most

still the testament of origins
invokes the present to construct
these small altars desiring more
while the deity is still a ghost

whispered echoes against low walls
the only remnant that’s still found
with the rest tossed to the ground
stated artistry in the remains.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190814.
The poem “Testament of Origins” began with the first line and a thought about the shadows of depression.  The poetic end result instead considers tradition and religion.
Aug 2019 · 48
Without the Faces
poetryaccident Aug 2019
The faces in the ancient gallery
each with intents few conceive
become the nature of the ones
that travel far beyond the veil

those safe realms of the mundane
are left behind by the brave
with mere protection of a masque
this thin shield against the ******

in the realms between the stars
where only madness may be found
look to the helmet closely worn
to secure the deceptive calm

traditions once long lost
hold the secrets now disclosed
don’t taunt the wisdom from beyond
without the faces from the halls.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190813.
The poem “Without the Faces” was loosely inspired by the Doors’ lyrical line “He Took a Face from the Ancient Gallery”.
Aug 2019 · 75
Pixel Sparks
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Social media reveals the mind
an echo of the owner’s heart
with the words put to page
and the pics that illustrate

look to the themes that repeat
no matter how wild they may seem
the inner self has been exposed
in tales of joy and angst of woes

divergent from the owner’s type
first appearance is now a lie
when the curtain is pulled back
to announce true relevance

sureness found in humor’s breadth
along with lust that calibrates
identity brought to front
by the virtue of pixel sparks.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190812.
The poem “Pixel Sparks” was inspired by the impression that an unfiltered social media site is more revealing than the rest of a person’s outward world.
Aug 2019 · 67
Sad Discharge
poetryaccident Aug 2019
When a world dreams the next
three small wishes become one
each with the knowledge of the last
until the natal is surpassed

a first asks for a new day
demands existence to coalesce
against the tides of ignorance
combined with fears few admit

the second grasps rainbow tears
puts to sleep the tendencies
to look behind when progress asks
forward movement at long last

a final third belies the rest
for the progress thus attained
when the curtain falls to ground
the new is old in sad discharge.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190811.
The poem “Sad Discharge” is the result of considering how worlds of dreams are manifested, and the inevitable outcome.
Aug 2019 · 49
Incel’s Cult
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Pardon me if I disbelieve
that bumping ugly is still a thing
even though the evidence
states quite the opposite
the fair practices once pursued
enjoyment of the lovely views
are now lost to distant days
spawned from acts that cured malaise

purity is circumscribed
by a god in holy writ
even as adherents longed
for the same as lust implores
indulgence taken in the flesh
look to the testament that came before
there the needs were clearly met
taunting me as consequence

to consider religion’s rules
this slows few with dire decrees
company found without clothes
for the sake of coitus’ charm
a convent would be the home
suited for my dearth of joy
there the belief would support
the nothingness of incel’s cult.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190810.
The poem “Incel’s Cult” is a rambling consideration of the sexless life and the rampant procreation supported by religious beliefs.
Aug 2019 · 56
Fever Dream
poetryaccident Aug 2019
One nation under all
founded for a single cause
this is the mantra that resides
in the minds of simple folk

this passion above all else
so say the pundits to themselves
the holy writ applied across
imaginations in the now

this becomes the fervent lie
by the ones who reside
in the boxes built with walls
from the delusion of the mind

uniformity becomes the joke
denying nature of its course
reality will have a say
disallowing the fever dream.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190809.
The poem “Fever Dream” was inspired by social media declarations of a nation being found under a single theme, an imagined theme that must be somehow enforced to present day.
Aug 2019 · 84
Perhaps One Day
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Perhaps one day the world can change
remove this grain from the gears
those sprockets seeking to rotate
have no need to compensate

an irritation that few admit
except to step around the grit
****** by silence without regard
for the feelings of the gnat

allowing gods to have their way
with full knowledge of good and bad
the highest wisdom with least pain
divinity spawned is then made plain

at last all others may depart
the annoyance finally purged
from the sight of those who rule
nature blessed with the void.

2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190808.
The poem “Perhaps One Day” is a combination of thoughts about impostor complex, feelings of worthlessness, and the knowledge that others are fully in control of the world.
Aug 2019 · 108
Blue Becomes
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Blue becomes monochrome
painted across a sad tableau
from one side to the next
except where public gaze applies

these flashes absent of the hues
is not enough to compensate
for the drowning in the sea
filled with azure of all degrees

still the remainder present a nod
a rainbow glittering sudden hints
presented with a knowing wink
as the mask is then denied

as the spectrum sadly fades
it’s not enough to compensate
when the sky has turquoise tears
blurred to gray in last dismay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190807.
The poem “Blue Becomes” was inspired by a particularly sad morning.    During the same time there was an expectation of being productive.  The result reminds me of Eiffel 65’s song “I’m Blue”.
Aug 2019 · 83
Black Words
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Black words on a white page
dots of ink without reserve
except to state what few desire
to read by the bard’s insight

a trick of light to be reversed
to know the mood that underlies
the muse dictating poet’s terms
without regard for angst incurred

still the pale of the sheet
conveys a tone that portrays
something less than portents writ
soon released by reader’s gaze

in the end the darkest prose
overwhelms the wan surface
driving out the ashen hint
by the worst of sentiments.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190805.
The poem “Black Words” is about writing delivering topics of the darkest flavors.
Aug 2019 · 91
A Coming Day
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Monday is a coming day
right for crying with dismay
for the pain that surrounds
another grind till week’s end

the breadth of work to be endured
matters less than madness found
the comedies compete for time
against the tragedies of the mind

the many goals bang about
conflicting with each ego’s wish
an end result may yet appear
while trepidation turns to fear

priorities becoming mixed
when the plans dance about
the tears will flow as a result
as the week begins again.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190804.
The poem “A Coming Day” is a reflection of how the work week is approached.
Aug 2019 · 108
A Mess Resides
poetryaccident Aug 2019
A mess resides behind the mask
decades taken to accumulate
the debris of anxieties
stacked to the ceiling and beyond

disaster striking behind the scenes
spun from life’s anxieties
demanding privacy to be kept
behind the veil of reticence

this would be a reason why
to assume the front of good regard
but now the caring has deceased
the sins will flow for all to see

here’s the joke for the room
only friends will stoop to care
while the remainder carry on
with disasters of their own.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190803.
The poem “A Mess Resides” is about the embarrassing matters revealed when masks are dropped.
Aug 2019 · 83
Has No Ears
poetryaccident Aug 2019
How do you say goodbye
to the ones that would reply
if a voice were to ask
for some help to stay alive?

the adieu to seal the deal
a farewell without regard
for input from the crowd
even as the time expires

this dialogue standing mute
until the end at last arrives
a crescendo is then raised
to lament the words unsaid

the echoes sound for a time
an answer to the question put
at the first and now the end
has no ears for the response.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190802.
The poem “Has No Ears” is about the difficulty of reaching the depressed person.
Aug 2019 · 93
Adjudication Found
poetryaccident Aug 2019
Permanence becomes a trial
stacked with a jury same as the judge
both demanding a punishment
damning grounds of steadiness

the courtroom has one crowd
wearing masks that look alike
while spectators are kept outside
until the verdict is handed down

two alternatives by the law
stated from the Devil’s script
either life in solitude
or a quick end by turpitude

with no defense in this courtroom
the decree will be applied
adjudication found at last
by the accused upon themselves.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190801.
The poem “Adjudication Found” is about the frustration of self-judgment combined with the tedium of sadness.
Jul 2019 · 47
Major Tom Took a Walk
poetryaccident Jul 2019
Major Tom took a walk
stepping past the capsule’s door
far above the blue globe
in pursuit of so much less

those few steps beyond the curb
an empty street except for one
wishing the crowd was less
in the realm of empty space

a void allowing only thoughts
that last step two hundred miles
with many more far above
the journey taken with no return

seeking freedom few admit
beyond the chains of relevance
as the spaceship found its way
circuits empty to earth’s dismay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190730.
The poem “Major Tom Took a Walk” was inspired by David Bowie’s song “Space Oddity”.   I get chills when I listen to that song, especially the lines “though I’m past 100,000 miles / I’m feeling very still / and I think my spaceship knows which way to go.”
Jul 2019 · 40
Pure Ascetic
poetryaccident Jul 2019
Perhaps one day I’ll join the rest
beauties placed upon the stage
embodying nature’s tendency
to demonstrate the female grace

between the age of young to old
each so comely in their way
time will dictate consequence
though forward movement will occur

a legacy that all must face
to embody their own display
a statement made by design
as age descends with every year

perhaps one day I’ll join the rest
with myself as the result
creating style along the way
pure ascetic holding sway.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190729.
The poem “Pure Ascetic” is about the attainment of beauty in a sea of beautiful people and the ravages of aging.
Jul 2019 · 85
Moves to Shock
poetryaccident Jul 2019
There are two ways this could go
when the measure has been resolved
of whether nature moves to shock
or boredom is the end result

shame is assumed without proof
humiliation only found
with a result that mortifies
death by variety that fills a life

while reality says otherwise
tedium becomes the norm
apathy fills the void
when existence is switched about

the latter is the sad result
embarrassment put aside
in diversity the truth is known
comparisons become too trite.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190728.
The poem “Moves to Shock” was inspired by a Twitter posting by @EmMcchrystal that stated “Being me is actually so funny. Imagine. Being me. You could never. You would all DIE of SHAME being me. I am so powerful to still exist even tho I’m the most embarrassing entity to ever live on this earth.”
Jul 2019 · 60
Desire for Relief
poetryaccident Jul 2019
Desire for relief becomes a bane
to the health beyond the pain
when the angst has assumed
proportions past the natal wound

the remedy has long ceased
even as disaster builds
as byproducts are ignored
against the numbing of the balm

clearly sought to assuage
anguish found beyond the base
if only life was more than strife
self-medication would be denied

the impostor has been seen
still this path is pursued
gladly ****** with due shame
as false relief fills a frame

the curative has been bypassed
by transgressions to the flesh
embarked upon to find relief
from the ills beyond the pain.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190727.
The poem “Desire for Relief” is about the trap of over-medication or self-medication.
Jul 2019 · 59
Dazzle of Life’s Bane
poetryaccident Jul 2019
Perception is left behind
even as the light is shown
in the brilliance of the mask
worn to show what lays beyond

an awful truth that most reject
in their span of sheltered lives
spun with intent to isolate
against the blaze of augury

still the glare is pursued
by like travelers of the same
stamped upon features cast
hinting what may follow forth

now eclipsed by countenance
in the dazzle of life’s bane
denying nothing in the midst
of those wishing to look away.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190726.
The poem “Dazzle of Life’s Bane” was inspired by a lovely drawing of a floating woman with fire has a head.
Jul 2019 · 54
Smooch’s Lure
poetryaccident Jul 2019
The kiss presented another world
opening vistas without regard
for the fall that will result
once soft flesh becomes one

the journey forward is enough
even as the fog descends
to encourage the lost to stray
without regard for surety

the secure are asked to deny
safety grasped in loneliness
dire peril blessed by the joy
with guarantee of a dying drop

guard against the smooch’s lure
while the event is dreamt about
the lechery of happiness
is bless elation before the shame.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190725.
The poem “Smooch’s Lure” was not written to **** the act of kissing.  The muse took the idea in that direction, and in the end, suggest that kissing is worth the aftermath.
Jul 2019 · 42
Tears Hover
poetryaccident Jul 2019
When tears hover behind the eyes
pushed by sadness that won't stop
even as the sun may shine
that avenue that life provides

survival found outside demise
is merely shuttered against the storm
the world shudders in response
while not knowing the very worst

as the floods are restrained
weeping ****** in the end
a smile is held in response
still the need won't be suppressed

with the statement held in drops
mourning life that all must share
in privacy of eyes held shut
the tears will flow until the end.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190724.
The poem “Tears Hover” is about the burden of personal sadness.
Jul 2019 · 50
Only Blackness
poetryaccident Jul 2019
The darkness holds a special place
for the artist in search of grace
when only blankness is at hand
matching bleakness of the night

the artist lurks as consequence
seeking words to put to page
or notes delivered to inky space
to fulfill the urge to share

the requisite hangs above
an emptiness of the heart
with past works long divorced
from the shadows of the now

cloak of dusk becomes the muse
gloom declaring what lays beyond
with a voice no longer mute
creations birthed at long last.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190723.
The poem “Only Blackness” was inspired by a friend’s method of writing music in a darkened room.
Jul 2019 · 142
Memories Collect the Dust
poetryaccident Jul 2019
Those that came before
shot by arrows and trapped by lures
forged the trails all now walk
without regard for the lost

walls made of glass ten feet thick
doors shaped with sharpened thorns
these avenues were their path
as egos pressed to hold them back

conservatives exclaimed strong ire
as the bodies fell by the side
intolerance had a long hand
exacting martyrs drenched in blood

the price was known in those years
and then forgotten with banners hung
in the halls where glee persists
while memories collect the dust.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190722.
The poem “Memories Collect the Dust” is about the souls who fought on the front lines of social rights efforts.
Jul 2019 · 58
Purpose Asks
poetryaccident Jul 2019
Tears are hidden when purpose asks
for perseverance above all else
pushing forward for the cause
enacted by the group at large
an empty shell is left behind
pretending life must be pursued

a banquet the eager throngs
is taste of dust that fills the mouth
imagination turned to deeds
demanded ahead of morbid dreams
these artifacts of wakefulness
are reveries that only ****

oh so different in true rest
the scenes are cheerful among friends
in wakefulness the darkness grows
seeking peace of lasting voids

all of turmoil is suppressed
along with tears behind the eyes
perhaps the end will occur
in place of tasks with empty worth.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190721.
The poem “Purpose Asks” is about the daily journey of the depressed soul.
Jul 2019 · 71
Please Pardon
poetryaccident Jul 2019
Please pardon if I celebrate
the lack of gender in the main
penning works without reference
to the bits of natal flesh
each has their own to flit about
these are separate from the wish

to find comfort outside of self
even as the pundits howl
staid purity in their eyes
will not stain my lurid prose
when all embrace because of lust
based on desire and not control

emotions reign without regard
to the strictures of righteousness
they’re all based on dogma’s call
to build tall walls between pure love
assumptions made for the whole
while mother nature is at work

deigning all may feel romance
separate from their mortal frame
the muse requires only this
that gender stand outside of type
words put to page will celebrate
passion followed by the heart.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190720.
The poem “Please Pardon” is about reacting to the normative of hetero-romance.   Passion and romance do exist in combinations outside the assumed binary gender identities.
Jul 2019 · 50
Hate is Reserved
poetryaccident Jul 2019
When hate is reserved for the one
most removed from serpent's tongue
strong concern may be felt
for the events that won't end well

if the world was not askew
the voice will hold fair latitude
for the speaker of the same
and not proclaim the opposite

consider that the self should love
show forbearance for the one
linked across the whole of life
asked to flourish despite of strife

instead a doom comes with grief
sourced from malice felt within
an enmity that must deny
humanity sprung from the divine.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190719.
The poem “Hate is Reserved” about the toxicity experienced by many people gripped with depression.
Jul 2019 · 71
Hope Delayed
poetryaccident Jul 2019
These robes of lost promised hope
threads entangled by discord
hung in tatters by long abuse
by the rulers of this world

vestments tarnished without regard
for the hope that’s been lost
believers searching among the bones
finding only a sad heirloom

when wrapped tightly to evoke
happiness sought above all else
this is the pledge lost to deceit
surviving only in servant’s thoughts

the threads unravel by day’s end
an emperor left without their clout
still the theists long for a time
hope delayed on the decline.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190718.
The poem “Hope Delayed” was inspired by thoughts about value of earthly wisdom.  The dark words are reserved for those who seek power by virtue of pretended insight.
Jul 2019 · 57
Value Asks
poetryaccident Jul 2019
Value asks for a nod
confirmation of sage desires
when the treasures wait inside
sourced from sense of the divine

disregard the plaintive cries
lest they distract with torpid lies
grace implores sure resolve
guidance sought in the cause

the strongest come from inside
embracing wisdom all possess
voices asking to be heard
erudition for the soul

look to the self for truest bliss
extension of holiness
with encouragement to prevail
all that’s missing is the push.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190717.
The poem “Value Asks” was inspired by a friend’s sharing of Colossians 2:3 that says "in [him] are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge."
Jul 2019 · 56
Empty Eyes
poetryaccident Jul 2019
Canyons filled with empty eyes
silent visionaries knowing all
while keeping secrets of their own
behind staid curtains of the soul

witness to the gods’ downfall
evicted while the cyclone roared
still the walls stood upright
monuments to the contrite

with no regard of what’s beyond
the void containing all the world
this empty echo that resonates
to the chords of sleeping beasts

damning all with vacant hearts
while keeping lairs in the dark
shutters hiding lurking mouths
desiring naught while seeing all.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190716.
The poem “Empty Eyes” was inspired by a 1940 untitled photo by Aaron Siskind.   The source material was an outside of shot of building walls, evoking a human canyon-cave.
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