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Apr 2019 · 60
Attraction Turned
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Attraction turned on its head
desire directing the body led
reversed around to the absurd
predilections are observed
if the normative were in play
there would be a word for this state
with judgment following afterward
tutting loudly to be heard

there were wants in the past
aligned with genders assigned at birth
giving comfort to the whole
that orientation was regular
except it’s not after all
the line was crossed long ago
spectrum slipped outside of bounds
while preferring the feminine

now the *** has been reversed
no longer cis as consequence
and yet the traits that appealed
have not changed throughout the years
sapphic is now the urge
the tendency of rapt allure
for the forms still adored
all the curves that Sappho loved.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190414.
The poem “Attraction Turned” is about the former “straight” orientation of transwomen being turned on its head after the latter identity is fully embraced.
Apr 2019 · 46
Sadness Hides
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Outsiders walk among the crowd
acting as if they might belong
this is a measure that’s half true
or perhaps less in certitude
the illusion is firmly cast
that all are same as consequence
of spared space and like time
the mirage that gods provide

the end result is felt by most
blessings showered on those below
treasures collected by the group
then divided by the sightless ones
cooperation bestows these gifts
with a downfall few admit
between the spaces of liaison
sadness hides in front of all

even as the voice may say
declarations that others dread
by the virtue of vaulted space
disallowing the replied attacks
the same chasms deny contact
consideration by word or deed
while the prophet may have their say
the flock stands alone across the break

comfort found across the breadth
having all including lack
these are the bars that form a wall
between the one and other folks
the last need is sorely missed
solace only met midway
when the comfort of the touch,
is surely lost before it’s found.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190413.
The poem “Sadness Hides” is about the role of the outsider as a productive member of the community, a condition that honors their achievements while placing them in a place of deprived conditions.
Apr 2019 · 67
The Unearned
poetryaccident Apr 2019
The unearned becomes a trap
blessings stacked all too high
vanishing as the bridge collapsed
or toppled down to cruelly smash
reliance becomes the drug of choice
supporting making of the bucks
but consider the side-affects
sanity lost as the sad result

look to privilege as the beast
waiting to attack with savage glee
those who step outside of bounds
no longer favored as in the past
what was given may be lost
when the monsters decide to fight
against the one that has betrayed
the vaunted rules that none convey

reliance upon that edge
cutting holes once abused
imbued by a knife that's now dread
as the edges slice the flesh
benefits blessed by circumstance
stoke the fires that now burn
destruction from the coal of warmth
consuming all the group distrusts

the past acquaintance is abhorred
by the prisoners of power’s game
they still exist in the heights
condemning those who dwell below
crisis stoked at the end
condemning those who stepped away
now the trenches are the home
to the lost no longer found.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190412.
The poem “The Unearned” is about leaving a place of privilege when an identity, not congruent with the past experience, is embraced.
Apr 2019 · 62
Hangers
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Hangers take what they give
this is a purpose to which I’ll sing
evoke the muse within these words
to ascribe a mythic course
the imaginary is released
now made real by a thought’s need
by arrangements brought back and forth
from the closet of shuttered dreams

when the old is retrieved
marked with the dust of time
the raiments of past purpose
are now void in the light
the new is put in their place
euphoria found in the threads
transformation for the soul
while the outer is consoled

alignment is asked from the stars
garments worn to only please
to surely know joy's refrain
if only the mirror would share this claim
the confusion is foreseen
put aside when a choice is made
to grace a hanger with a garb
embellish life with due regard.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190411.
The poem “Hangers” is about the journey of finding personal fashion.  This is often accompanied by the inner critic, one that does not share the experienced joy.  This malefic voice has no place in the evolution of the individual.
Apr 2019 · 55
Illusion Casts
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Illusion casts a gentle balm
medicine for the questing soul
describing life with due resolve
garments worn outside of norms
draped in unfamiliar ways
fabric is now on display

distraction made all too real
found in whirling skirts
now that clothes are worn to please
no longer kept in closet’s space
brought to floor as dancers spin
only knowing joy’s rapt refrains

euphoria found at hem's length
be it short or stretching forth
to caress the legs’ course
both tickle needs that joy explores
contentment found in beauty’s jest
now possessed to find the rest

against the judgment of the gods
rebellion becomes fashion’s goal
demanding much of society
as the normative is displeased
still the cure is surely worn
illusion cast to become my form.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190410.
The poem “Illusion Casts” is about the empowerment of clothing when genders desire to shine.
Apr 2019 · 62
Decision Made
poetryaccident Apr 2019
The decision is already made
now the minutes tick away
counting down until the time
arrives at last to end a life
the decades borrowed are returned
unfairly hoarded without reward
sorrow pressed absent love
now the bill will be resolved

separation becomes the norm
practice for the coming act
perfection found without regard
to the sorrows afterward
with the end at last in sight
the reaper will find delight
accepting offerings none should take
upon the altar of final shames.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190409.
The poem “Decision Made” is about a choice that should never be made.
Apr 2019 · 75
Beware the Ones
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Beware the ones that espouse
ideology as their war cry
saying less with each yell
as the volume find new heights
this choice of word is enough
to alarm the marginalized
now that comforts are arrayed
as conspiracy they’ll deny
claiming a system is at hand
political whims of ill intent
replacing humanity under fire
with righteous statements that conspire

agenda is another term
suspect upon utterance
look to lists that don’t exist
dictated by imagined folk
these imps that dwell within
fabrications of soliloquies
the ranks filled with strawmen
each ascribed with ****** hands
spoken from the pulpit's stage
for an audience without shame
don’t turn your back on this affair
contrived within malicious minds

now the hate is fully formed
statements made of strategy
as real as the fetid lies
barked without sound regard
except to rouse the army’s rage
stamp the feet against the floor
villains found at scripted ends
words twisted to draw blood
so deny these paths to the ones
monsters in the guise of men
speaking louder than the refrain
words that follow are murdering.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190408.
The poem “Beware the Ones” was inspired by the misleading talk of “agendas” and “ideologies”.  The “gay agenda” and “trans ideology” are trotted out as monsters to scare the unwary listener.   Victimhood is corrupted as the talking heads exclaim an imaginary danger.   Instead, you’ll only find people trying to survive, trying to thrive in their own happiness, in place of the fantasy-based systems of ideas.
Apr 2019 · 51
Dull Regard
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Identity proceeds who I am
the statement declared for all
though that measure is not my own
instead a response by the world
when normality is the base
deviation is exclaimed
with the yell of pure bliss
or dismay filled with hate

these reactions are the same
though one is welcomed more
for the aid implied within
while the other discourages
each is based on a roar
volume above the regular
with a root cause of the shift
assuming detours from the rule

these measures most assume
in the realms of identity
attraction stated as a course
are seen aberrant, outside the curve
even though there is no shift
humanity is still operative
wanting something the rest possess
permission to joyfully exist

nothing more is asked for
this simple want now implored
to live with both joy and pain
each assigned in their due time
without buffering from the crowd
identity bringing on the storm
in their place I seek the sun
to live as one with dull regard.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190407.
The poem “Dull Regard” is a combination of self-awareness and acknowledgment of society’s foibles when it comes to alternative lives.  Regarding the self, I find myself wondering if people exist on the alternative spectrums.  These considerations are peaked by their behavior, dress, or associations.  I then remind myself that it does not matter.  Society pulls the same tricks.  There is much excitement, good and bad, over people being outside the normative.    There is a place for this, as the good can overcome the bad.  I’m not asking myself, or society, to forget about the minority.  Instead, I wonder how it would be if the hoopla didn’t have to occur.
Apr 2019 · 80
Songs Full of Wrath
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Look to the source to know the heart
as tunes are sorted by desire
by pleasure taken there
or displeasure of the refrains
emotions come in many forms
from spark of joy to anger’s rage
to the latter these lines will look
considering where affections lurk

there are tunes that please the ear
mimic the turmoil felt within
lashing out in mute response
though the intonations of the bard
anger comes in many forms
avenues pursued in course
with direction as the hint
at where violations are commit

to destroy what’s not loved
becomes the anthem of the one
listening with head nods
to the songs full of wrath
something is the root cause
towards which rhythms flow
damning them for the pain
experienced within the frame

some shout against the world
perpetrators circle round
their long knives are rebuffed
by the voice of speaker’s throats
others **** the one inside
finding fault with the life
and in this rage a disregard
is issued instead of love

what is the difference of the two?
actions follow the piper’s tune
both would seek destruction’s end
evoked in words and melodies
one would end other lives
bricks falling by their hand
another only seeks an end
with suicide as the grand plan

neither is the better for
a choice made that most deplore
still the suggestions comfort those
seeking solace in the words
whatever songs may suggest
their end goal is not the best
even though the baseline beat
strums the heart and taps the feet.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190406.
The poem “Songs Full of Wrath” was inspired by a realization that I didn’t like Godsmack but I adored Nine Inch Nails.  There isn’t a difference in angst or anger.  Both have high volumes of rage.  The difference seems to be the direction of the message.  Nine Inch Nails is full-on “slash your wrists because life isn’t worth living” type music.  Every Godsmack song seems to be focused on the world is the enemy.  Guess which I identify with?
Apr 2019 · 54
Make a Note
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Make a note to mark the place
something referenced afterward
when the world has revolved
and still the cause pushes on

add to the stack of lettered screams
so many stating a need for change
yet the pile will surely grow
with additions stacking on

without regard for lunacy
the same repeated once again
please don’t fret if this is so
even angels are laid low

just remind the deaf self
something more may be done
announced by notes from the heart
perhaps one day they’ll be heard.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190405.
The poem “Make a Note” was inspired by a short poem on Tumblr and consideration of my writing about the same topics over and over again.
Apr 2019 · 69
Bent to Bridges
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Moving forward offers hope
something more than what's deplored
this distrust is my own
resolving motion will be a cure
to remain will be an end
consumed by hatred from within
never trying, the greatest sin
with damnation near at hand

twisted palaces tower high
built on foundations made of lies
pure disgust would be its name
lurking deep inside the brain
rationalization spring to mind
stating hatred from mankind
against the mirrors of the void
only gracing ideal flaws

rote imperfection becomes a curse
mutterings by the disturbed
yet there’s a way to overcome
relinquish pain for so much more
deny the voices that hold the chains
look to the road the sun reveals
there the cages are no more
bent to bridges instead of walls

the distance traveled is so small
enough to claim comfort’s prize
blessings heaped upon the ones
who dare to pass to the sun
there the travelers may convene
compare discoveries few have seen
absent of the troubled thoughts
the future waits in the beyond.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190404.
The poem “Bent to Bridges” was inspired thoughts about inward phobias, inadequate self-worth, and internalization of society’s misgivings.  These are countered by fellow travelers that give comfort and hope.  The distance between self-hatred and freedom is measured in quantities too small to measure by conventional means.
Apr 2019 · 153
Born to Change
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Revelation born of change
sourced from behind the eyes
seeks the mirrors to be seen
when vision lacks bravery
still, the restrictions had deterred
those self-made, sourced from fear
on the span of baby steps
to fly beyond a gilded cage

if only verity did not hide
that spark admitted to the self
base of thoughts from years ago
as presentation now complies
sadly fear lingers on
when society classifies
good with bad, entwined with lies
denoting sadness sanctified

a spiral set upon itself
small momentum found at last
the journey isn’t made alone
small pushes and gentle hands
still the shadows may remain
slowing progress beyond this place
forward motion is still made
saving grace belying pain.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190403.
The poem “Born to Change” is about the sometimes slow progress of transformation and self-discovery.  Thankfully the daunting creation is not a journey made alone when friends are there to lend a hand.
Apr 2019 · 80
Thousand Lies
poetryaccident Apr 2019
A thousand lies
and sometimes more
are seen as fact
when monsters stalk
refusing truth
obscured from sight

as myth embraced
in past times
only harm is possible
as self-care is dismissed
fallen angels stand above
asking nothing less

whispered shadows
the voice is mine
if only echoes
did not respond
bouncing round
now only screams
may be heard
destroying dreams.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190402.
The poem “Thousand Lies” was inspired by the untruths I tell myself on a daily basis.
Apr 2019 · 194
Ink Pulls
poetryaccident Apr 2019
The ink pulls from humor’s font
comic enough to block out pain
lunacy hung from mere words
elevating to the absurd
in other stanzas the darkness reigns
without remorse until the end
lost from sight inside the pit
fed by despair and constant angst

these dueling shades are rainbow’s breadth
with more colors to be shared
each with a mood to inform
poems exacted to be felt
first there’s red to celebrate
leaking blood and pure romance
passion shed by the knife
or given by exacting love

then comes the white of the shroud
denoting ends the none deny
that celebrate purity
with the pale light to justify
these illustrate how ink may flow
a fickle muse is in control
between the poles that define
the experience that life provides.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190401.
The poem “Ink Pulls” is a consideration of the varied poetic moods.  Symbology becomes the mercurial tool when all sides are explored.
Apr 2019 · 103
All Too Human
poetryaccident Apr 2019
To live openly is the goal
in the realm of the world
portraying life without regard
to dangers that may come
constant shadows flit about
extensions of doubting tongues
wagging when outsiders are
the only reference to the heart

there lurks the dangers of dislike
transgressions both small and large
exacted by pure prejudice
extending from a stranger’s face
then comes the violence of the world
existence fraught in every day
where does the answer lay
to calm those with hateful fates?

the remedy asks for those
most endangered to come forth
declare their place among the flock
no less or more for who they are
when enough stand upright
already there among the crowd
the rest may see the consequence
of honest living with resolve

the family member or a friend
seen all too human in most ways
is now embraced even though
full resonance is disturbed
visibility asks for this boon
compassion pressed into the void
where once discomfort ruled alone
now acceptance finds a home.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190331.
The poem “All Too Human” was written in response to International Transgender Day of Visibility.  This annual event occurring on March 31 is dedicated to celebrating transgender people and raising awareness of discrimination faced by transgender people worldwide.  My personal goal of visibility is to put a human face on the transgendered experience.  I hope to educating people by bringing my transfemme side to social events. Whatever comes of it, I hope it will signal that trans people exist 'in the wild', they are people considered as friends, and maybe, others will feel more comfortable coming out of their closets.
Apr 2019 · 79
Whispers will Proclaim
poetryaccident Apr 2019
All these poems are testament
to a world found within
the writer with the muted pen
expressing words that disappoint
these desires ask too much
prompting readers to perceive
what is barely recognized
against the screen of inner thoughts

the prose falls flat in response
gibberish that damns the tongue
even while the tumbled talk
arrays a legion of impotence
a thousand weapons making noise
firing blanks into the sky
wishing outcomes that define
something past the written lies

each vowel stands without a voice
the consonants are the same
still the volume turns upward
past eleven in churning words
a vehicle to explain
is found imperfect after all
with no one put to blame
removing readers from the shame

life is more than words may glimpse
when the depths have no end
to shine a light into that well
asks much more than poems share
the whispers will proclaim
what they may in resonance
hoping a single soul
acknowledges the muffled tones.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190330.
The poem “Whispers Will Proclaim” is about the frustration of the poet.  A poem attempts to explain the world.  By purpose, or accidental shortcomings, the revelations are hidden in the maze of words.
Apr 2019 · 212
Fair Words
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Yesterday I expressed
something more than living angst
this glimpse of joy realized
on the page before my eyes

the buoyancy was irregular
even as the fruit was glee
hinting needs beyond the norm
something more than hide and seek

that spot of brightness in the gloom
alleviation for past days
hinting more may arrive
if optimism was my charm

the clouds that opened will rebound
but while the shadow marks the ground
happiness is briefly glimpsed
in the fair words that I expressed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190329.
The poem “Fair Words” is about the fluid nature of writing poetry.  Some days entertain joyful thoughts and other days cater to less happy fare.
Mar 2019 · 141
Yesterday
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Yesterday I expressed
something more than living angst
this glimpse of joy realized
on the page before my eyes
the buoyancy was aberrant
even as it was welcomed

hinting needs beyond the norm
something now to follow through
that spot of brightness in the gloom
consolation for past days
hinting that more may arrive
if optimism became my charm

the clouds that opened have returned
still the shadow is on the ground
happiness briefly glimpsed
in fair words that I expressed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190329.
The poem “Yesterday” is about the fluid nature of writing poetry.  Some days entertain joyful thoughts and other days cater to less happy fare.
Mar 2019 · 602
Secret Paths
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Keep to the secret paths
those within that none observe
hidden from the public view
lest the monsters sniff out blood
they care nothing for the goal
of seeking light beyond dark shoals

there is no shame in injuries
distress is part of life’s regime
troubles shared are a remedy
binding sores for glad relief
if only this did not bring
the hungry wolves of misery

the packs hunt in plain sight
with long knives near at hand
a friend’s mask conceals much worse
with the edge behind their back
the scent of wounds is a delight
a feast is hinted by the invite

ambrosia set upon a plate
then truthfulness is betrayed
in response the light is shunned
hid away from the sun
wrapped around the wounded frame
with only self to know the pain.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190328.
The poem “Secret Paths” was inspired by a conversation I had with a fellow dancer.  I stated that I felt a degree of healing from my public sharing of struggles.  Writing becomes a therapeutic pursuit.    My fellow dancer stated that they did write also, but they did not share any of it with other people.   In fact, some of the struggles were never directly documented as they remained bottled up in the self.  I asked why, and the dancer stated that young people, specifically teenagers, were very cruel.  To show weakness only invited attack.
Mar 2019 · 58
Dana for a Day
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I'd be Dana for a day
welcome a change to reflect
how far I’d rise if it were true
a joy embracing certitude
perfection set upon the earth
the sublime bliss in stature’s form
for the hours after dawn
leading to the gates beyond

this journey would be enough
exclaiming splendor in response
to the gal that inspires
so much more than life allows
if the gods had their say
the mirrors would all agree
with the choice of the one
to emulate in symmetry

in a single blink of an eye
I'd realize beauty's gain
peach of a dream in waking life
a hottie now realized
form to fit identity
embodied deep inside of me
asking only to be seen
revelation for just one day.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190327.
The poem “Dana for a Day” was inspired by the photo of one of my friends in the realm of social dance.
Mar 2019 · 75
Free to Fly
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Free to fly for a short time
beyond the limits that life contrives
when both the body and the mind
elevate into the sky

gravity asked to step aside
no longer master of mortal ones
now the attraction to the ground
has been removed by the chords

to leave the bounds of the earth
even for the briefest jaunt
allows ecstasy in the feet
their journeys measured by the beat

when the dancing is applied
the soaring brings only smiles
with conviction of eternal bliss
at least until the notes relent

the price may come afterward
bring the crowd down to earth
because the gods will demand
nothing less as consequence

but in the now, the air is home
atmosphere to fill the heart
lift all up to prance again
denying gravity for that chance.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190326.
The poem “Free to Fly” is about the other-worldly experience of dancing.   Physical limitations and tiredness seem to be put aside.  The end result is a magic that only dancers experience.
Mar 2019 · 61
Beyond the Pen
poetryaccident Mar 2019
If the ink were to dry
letters set for all time
and nobody saw the act
would it matter after all?
this audience of one
no more at day’s end

scribe and reader alternate
as the same experience
a separation of roles
blurred to one from the start
when nothing matters more
than transcribing from the heart

heights and depths are the same
invocations of the mundane
as the saint and sinner seek their own
in the form of unity
the ink will remain at the end
silent witness to the dismay

shreds of joy conjoining with
the stains that pass for life
now this drop stands alone
asking nothing from itself
except to know the relevance
of existence beyond the pen.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190325.
The poem “Beyond the Pen” was inspired by the sometimes solitary pursuit of poetry.  A few people have laudable exposure through social media or printed publications.  The majority of poets are both unpublished and unseen.  They seek something through their craft, even as that goal is not served by the public eye.
Mar 2019 · 73
Two Gods
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I met two Gods on the road
each was the same by their book
right down to the sandalled gear
shared across two thousand years
penned by men with intent
good and bad with in-between
to describe who I had met
the middle one was not there

perhaps they took a holiday
that middle-person of the three
vacationed in a different place
while the others showed their face
sadly this was not the case
to be lukewarm was taboo
there was this pair in the end
present in the sun’s hot glare

one bowed their head in response
with full knowledge of who I was
a courtesy I’ll not deny
given the trespass in my life
the whole of my desires
identity mixed into the same
mattered less than who I was
respectfulness for due grace

the other spit upon my feet
railed against imagined sins
with a story already set
lurid words seeing red
a cardboard cut-out became my role
as I stepped to one side
already knowing I was not the one
the target of tirade’s harm

each God of Heaven had their say
before they continued on their way
one with a nod to who I was
another sneered without love
I’m left to wonder who was there
lived beyond the scribbler's pen
the answer lays in human choice
deciding which to present.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190324.
The poem “Two Gods” was inspired by the contrast between how I am treated by individual Christians and how the more strident remarks of religious organizations.  I have only complimentary things to say of my Christian friends, especially those who I’ve met through social dancing.  These people are at least somewhat aware of who I am.  They put aside the cookie-cutter condemnations.  I am treated with a degree of respect and compassion.  I can’t ask for much more than this.  The “why” of this social dance scene response is interesting, perhaps tied into the cooperative nature of dance, but that’s fodder for another poem.
Mar 2019 · 66
They Had Passed
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I maintained that they had passed
by the virtue of time elapsed
with no reason tasked to explain
why the deceased was no more
six feet down or cast to winds
each is the same in the end
no longer present when I’m asked
where the bodies may reside

the angels cry in response
still my eyes are desert suns
never showing the slightest tear
when one expects from my loss
this is the word mourners use
instead I welcome truancy
twin orbs burn without remorse
for the sadness the void may bring

if only the photos would comply
with the need to be blind
to existence beyond this space
of the ones I state are gone
the departed are no more
passed away without regard
without admittance in my heart
of their love I’ve put aside.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190323
The poem “They Had Passed” is a sad affair about the forced removal of people from life.
Mar 2019 · 539
Staring Up
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I'm staring up at the sky
from a hole six feet down
even while the rest assume
that I'm more than deceased
a harsh word that's still true
ideation has consumed
remnants of a loving life
now only found in living souls

return me to eternal rest
even while my life is hoaxed
sharing space with a world
then waiting for the dirt to fall
the shell resides while I weep
tears transparent on my skin
the drowning have a better chance
to survive beyond the flood

even while I sleep-walk
stagger upright for a time
evoking forms may confuse
when my desires finally fruit
if you chose to turn away
please put the marker on my grave
while I look up at the sky
just one last time as I pass.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190322.
The poem “Staring Up” is a sad view of suicidal ideation.  I had a conversation with a friend regarding the normative view of life.  People assume that other people will, short of a terrible event, will show up from day-to-day.  A person with ideation can never promise this outcome, even as the world expects the previous regularity.
Mar 2019 · 65
Wear the Masks
poetryaccident Mar 2019
We wear the masks to appease
appetites most would deny
borrowed from the unseen
then yelled from the rooftops

all too real except it’s not
imaginations running wild
denying more than what’s shared
while explaining mysteries

feeding rats inside of wheels
running circles without repeal
they’ll not know the finish line
even as the world is blessed

invoked inside cloistered shells
tendrils take what they may
bending wills that are contrite
when revelation comes at a price

shadows taken from the wall
ghosts of what came before
revenants desiring blood
from the souls born of stones

those labels worn without regard
the flesh dissolves in the end
leaving nothing more than masks
stating purpose without regrets.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190321.
The poem “Wear the Masks” was very loosely inspired by the British science fiction supernature horror miniseries “Residue”.
Mar 2019 · 279
The Fugist
poetryaccident Mar 2019
The dose must be consumed
says the criminal to themselves
judged guilty by desires
if only in their questing mind

that gateway to the beyond
one teaspoon at a time
or the shot finding flesh
injection made without regret

a need to shift the world
a bubble pushed to the left
underneath clasping glass
seeking freedom few will have

offering promises that are kept
unlike the prison of the world
arms wrapped to the back
dungeon of the normative

if the masters realize
the fugist found another life
slipped beyond to secret paths
the medicine would be denied

the end result becomes a cloak
hiding transgression beneath the cloth
squirming with a fervent life
that the accused must surely hide.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190320.
The poem “The Fugist” was inspired by another poet’s writing.  Their poem started with the line “I waited all morning for my oatmeal to talk” and ended with the line “I’m a fugist”.  The work was about transformation through medical therapy.  A fugist could be defined as a person who questions whether a choice should be pursued in the time allowed or that a choice will be grasped before it expires.
Mar 2019 · 55
Importance
poetryaccident Mar 2019
If importance was the mark
the measure of a life's worth
I'll submit myself to the purge
elimination of life's scourge
judgment taints this riposte
spun by the self in response

decisions made are exiled
from the health of the mind
what came before is not enough
instead the lack is brought forth
declaring failure in the midst
of contributions gone to waste

the untidy remnants sadly wane
no longer needed by the elite
cast aside when the gods
ascribe their works from above
attempts to fly are then denied
interlopers are not allowed

to intrude without consent
in the realms of the divine
it’s the worth that states a gap
with importance as currency
now I’m the pauper in the end
declining life now bankrupt.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190319.
The poem “Importance” is based on a lingering feeling of not feeling good enough for the world I live in.
Mar 2019 · 44
The Uniform
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I'll take the uniform from the shelf
an image for the common crowd
one of many in the ranks
the same raiment is procured
from the closet in which I dwell
keeping step with the contracts

still the fit will suffice
if my true role is falsified
stating purpose with due resolve
with apparel on the frame
a disguise that few see through
when the pretense is pursued

this masquerade is portrayed
the desired set for the eye
spun from threads of fairy wings
just as real as mythic dreams
to lull the masses with the lie
keeping peace in rank and file.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190318.
The poem “The Uniform” is about the appearances kept for the world.
Mar 2019 · 74
Darkest Days
poetryaccident Mar 2019
The darkest days are the ones
that relegate my self-worth
to the end of the line
behind the wants of other ones
if the measure denies the self
considering betters above all else

when their thoughts are paramount
ruling all from high perch
supremacy comes in all forms
elevation the top concern
stating who will matter most
when plans evoke action’s push

they know best after all
divining wisdom from the gods
stating what must occur
for the world to turn in its course
to these masters I bend a knee
accepting that I’m ignorant

not allowed to witness life
above the trenches where I’m stuck
satisfied with crumbs that fall
emotions dip in response
my self-worth will reflect
the press of life upon my head.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190317.
The poem “Darkest Days” is informed by my feelings regarding my place in the workplace.
Mar 2019 · 291
The Youngest
poetryaccident Mar 2019
This is the youngest I’ll ever be
going forward in this day
with gifts that I’ve received
along with all the miseries

unframed years beckon on
without a promise of the count
marked against where I am
in the spotlight of the now

there is no turning back
except to forgive and then forget
put aside the chains of angst
to move forward without regret

time is a measure without regard
beyond the present winding down
at this mark of youth’s demise
pushing forward to my desires.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190316.
The poem “The Youngest” was prompted by a 1970 picture of Michael Caine.   I would have been five at the time.  He was in this prime as a maturing actor.  This melded with my reinventing myself at a point that is far from my prime.  Still, the present day is the best time to begin, as it is the only day you can truly begin.
Mar 2019 · 119
Womanhood
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Womanhood lays beyond
the half-measures circumscribed
by the ones without designs
gifted by the realm of birth
this is the statement some embrace
building walls around themselves

that secret garden securely kept
from interlopers that may transgress
pretenders are surely ******
by biology and not desires
no matter what may be felt
the physical is quite enough

identity is deemed a lie
the trick evoked by Satan’s spawn
with the gatekeepers keeping guard
against intrusion that would end all
the greatest comfort is with the known
femininity inside four walls.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190315.
The poem “Womanhood” was inspired by the quote, “Womanhood is like: performs femininity and suddenly everyone’s nicer to you.”  This was combined with thoughts about how terf behavior is anything but nice to those being attacked.  The end result is a projection, rejected by the author, of terf ideas.
Mar 2019 · 61
Relation’s Game
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Nervous as the day before
the same again without pause
I wonder why this should be
stumbling when confronting this
attraction's bliss at the least
or something more I can't admit

except to say that jealousy
impacts the image I may see
relating comes with conflict
of the feelings that make me mute
wishing to draw ever near
while running away in quiet fear

in the end I'll maintain
a safe distance to comprehend
what can’t be while the angst
steals me from relation’s game.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190314.
The poem “Relation’s Game” is about shyness and so much more.
Mar 2019 · 91
Volumes to the Walls
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I'll speak the volumes to the walls
of endless pain and lost loves
the hunger that's always there
then hear the silence that is returned

the audience is multitude
at the same time, they are too few
by the measure of a response
registered against my heart

the void receives what it won’t give
denying passage to and fro
solitude is the result
even while the words may flow

perhaps it’s for the best
this ignorance of all the rest
that flat denial of what’s said
when the balm matters most

for society that contrives
to deny artistic strife
I’ll speak the volumes once again
knowing silence will be my end.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190313.
The poem “Volumes to the Walls” is about the artist expressing more through their craft than they do by “normal” verbal means.
Mar 2019 · 61
Trilogy
poetryaccident Mar 2019
A trilogy is arrayed
bearing the fruits of hate
filled with malice plans
against this soul filled with dread
I'll mask their identity
though the twist will be a treat
the greatest sadness coming last
when the curtain is finally dropped

society would be suspect
wishing harm instead of joy
with a dislike for the ones
that deviate from the norm
reinforced by a wider world
set to foil the inner goals
by a malice fully formed
or mere ignorance as a thorn

they’re off the hook in this tale
as well as miscreants sadly led
these persist in their holes
away from realms where I roam
the swarm does not equal three
a thousand plus if you please
so I’ll put them to the side
and now progress ever on

at last the villains take the stage
welding knives with poison blades
poised to take more than life
those qualities that matter most
I can’t deny their sly invite
to creep closer before they strike
if only I could resist
the charm implied in their harm

now you’ve waited until the last
revelation may be expressed
these last stanzas are the prize
to be unwrapped without a smile
the trilogy waits to be revealed
to take the stage with a bow
enemies that will comply
me, myself, and mostly I.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190312.
The poem “Trilogy” is about the three greatest enemies in my life.
Mar 2019 · 59
Some Dance
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Some dance to remember
the past that's already gone
cast to the realms that are beyond
some dance to forget
the pain that still remains
as fresh as the pouring rain

recalls born of life's troubles
healed by the lyrical cure
if only for the span of a song
soon to only fade away
lost as it is gained
in the whispers to the wind

recollections may be denied
or pursued with each step
as the soiree is embraced
illusion in the shared beat
don’t assume it’s the same
when needs are finally met

each memory asks for its balm
soothed by loss or by gain
something pure in each refrain
asking another to be played
partners found to be held
if only to stay in that place.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190311.
The poem “Some Dance” was inspired by a classic line from the song "Hotel California".
Mar 2019 · 97
Apply the Fetish
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Apply the fetish with intent
or submit with bent desire
both are sides of the coin
paid to stoke the thankful *****
the once forbidden steps aside
to the path of craving’s want
asking only that all involved
play their part in the charade

predilection is the term
for what’s desired in the heart
a slight taunt of the world
to satisfy the steady burn
stoking fires by give and take
shunting shame in their wake
none shall regret the aftermath
when the culprits are ourselves

a shot follows the trigger pulled
two may play in this duel
maybe more if there’s a crowd
prompting hoots for much more
faint utility left behind
whispers of what was meant
and all that’s left is lust’s desire
that adherents won’t deny.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190310.
The poem “Apply the Fetish” was inspired by a watching of the 2002 movie “Ghost Ship”.   The lounge singer, played by Francesca Rettondini, wore incredible elbow-length red gloves.  This is combined with her visually being almost the perfect woman.
Mar 2019 · 76
Intimate is Understood
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Proximity expands the world
without distractions that intrude
judgments spawned by the eye
dissolve when truth is realized
denying lies that dissuade
connections blessed as consequence
invoking joy where pundits taunt
their ignorance is paramount

that pettiness of life spent
marking scores inside the mind
would deny the status found
in an embrace some would reject
they measure beauty with false hope
that vision knows the hidden realms
while denying the greater need
to feel another while we live

when the intimate is understood
divine touch transcends the flaws
the latter being ephemeral
illusion cast to the side
imperfections melt away
if they were there anyway
when the treasure is revealed
in comforts clasped without regret.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190309.
The poem “Intimate is Understood” is about connection.  The need to acknowledge another is transcendent, with outcomes from handshaking to *******.  Most of daily connection lay between these two extremes.  All of connection may defy what larger world may feel is appropriate.  The outcome is truly blessed as barriers are dropped and divinity is recognized.
Mar 2019 · 110
Danced with Eyes Fully Shut
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I danced with eyes fully shut
on the edge of life’s crevice
in the arms of the one
who risked it all to join the fun

the depths were ten thousand feet
promising doom upon impact
or an inch if I’m honest
still the act was filled with fraught

failure was part of the jaunt
always there as an option
with the promise to instruct
those who knew that life could turn

just like the moves to and fro
not all of them will properly flow
knowing truth should prevail
the breadth evokes consequence

some will falter by disconnect
others by the straying touch
as the partners move about
with shared intent in the dance

fully closed asks so much
perfection in failure’s grasp
crossing bridges that connect
one to another without regret.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190307.
The poem “Danced with Eyes Fully Shut” was by a dance I had with a friend.  We performed a full swing dance with both our eyes closed. It worked 90% of the time. The challenge was when the secondary hands had to connect. We came up with some tricks to keep the primary hands in play, even when we were separated.
Mar 2019 · 195
Look to Darkness
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Look to darkness for a laugh
chuckles pulled from the pain
sadness has a new lease
loneliness in the extreme
their companion is not light
when the absurd is brought forth
to contrast with absent joy
survival discards the empty smile

the void demands something else
on the altar of the felled lives
if existence must proceed
beyond the phantoms of deceit
monsters of direst dreads
provide the truths few accept
except when the veil is dropped
pulled from the rod to the floor

when holiness becomes absent
the profane will take its place
forcing choices among the scraps
some are better than the rest
a sacrifice is brought to bleed
as the basin collects the drops
an offering of darkest taint
extols the pure that it’s replaced.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190307.
The poem “Look to Darkness” is a poetic investigation of the nature of personal darkness.  Beyond the threatened doom, the gloom is both an ally and a teacher.   It becomes the sanity that’s lost when the remainder of the world is proven to be the greater grimness.
Mar 2019 · 48
Dandy
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I'll dress the dandy to transcend
the disconnect I'm forced to embrace
by the virtue of gender's stamp
applied at the time of birth
a joke that's secret from the crowd
who assume the normative
a standard lived by the crowd
except those who fight the odds

the dice was rolled by the gods
a mold removed from the shelf
into the latter I was poured
with snake-eyes on the die
this departure moved with stealth
a theme repeated through the years
into the realm of decades' span
until I resolved to respond

acknowledgment was far to slow
the baby steps now comical
even as friends observed
something forming in front of them
in hind-sight the deed was done
with understanding far behind
until at last the consciousness
understood the schemes of life

still society would have a say
given what they had at stake
awareness begged me to step away
from the contracts that held sway
the ink becomes a rigid bond
with blood just as strong
demanding due to the chains
fighting freedom now held true

the response to this cage
identity lost to the rules
is to bend my present style
towards what I’m now denied
the splash of glam will come across
with a dash of dandy and then some
winking broadly until that day
my gender is stated for all to see.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190306.
The poem “Dandy” is about how I’m easing into expressing my trans feminine (transfemme) side in the face of the judging world.  I’ve embraced slight dandiness, but not too much as this fashion statement becomes hyper-masculine at the extreme, and I am so not going there.  Walking the middle is a place I can be now, ahead of where I may be heading down the road.
Mar 2019 · 76
Pen to Page
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I've already put the pen to page
extracted emotion as the ink
for the angst that dwells within
seeking avenues to be dispersed
the sadness mixed with anger’s bent
was too much to be expressed

when the efforts would surely lead
to destruction of the grave
in that breach I’ve instead
stated pain and so much more
wanting freedom from my gloom
creating text instead of doom

weighty tomes have been produced
if the reader stoops to explore
the hoary depths I’ve explored
posting them on the web
the resulting works are arrayed
filled with words that explain

what came before is the same
as the day now elapsed
these volumes by the muse’s hand
collections stacked without regret
what may follow gives me pause
the grim reaper stands just beyond

now that the balm is no more
exhausted by the constant storm
I’ll bid farewell with a phrase
‘the end’ inscribed one more time.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190305.
The poem “Pen To Page” was inspired by a day during which emotional thoughts were getting the best of me.  Normally I would pen a poem to express what I was feeling, but this particular set was too familiar ground.  I was left without my usual outlet.
Mar 2019 · 70
The High Fence
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Look to beauty for a clue
of what the heart would pursue
outside of masks that conceal
longing for an open field
the fences ring the dandelions
along with daisies blooming wild

those flowers echo apologies
for the barriers they live within
violets ask for a reprieve
the same intent inside of me
they are the rebels of the crowd
whispering truths far too loud

these are the secrets of the stars
the first is last after all
beauty found in purple hues
it’s enough to convince
the lost outside the high fence
the seekers of true consequence.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190304.
The poem “The High Fence” is a rambling consideration of beauty and it’s attainment.
Mar 2019 · 135
The Changes
poetryaccident Mar 2019
The changes would invoke
attention to my character
first a glance and then more
reacting to the nature shown
the hair does not define
identity of the whole
nor does the fabric worn
on the flesh now its home

we are so much more
than sad boxes to be escaped
cheered on by the thoughts below
the fashion helps to heal the wounds
this estimate of the effect
is mine to gauge as the rest
offer thoughts in their minds
sometimes stating the same out loud

depending on the life shared
elements are brought forth
the same occurs across the aisle
to inform the travelers
these attempts to adjust
a relationship with the world
contradict the wisdom grasped
that change within is enough.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190303.
The poem “The Changes” was inspired by a drawing of a lady, seen in silhouette, walking away while cutting off her hair. The implication is that her actions are part of a journey of the self. I fully support my friends who want to take actions in this vein.
Mar 2019 · 47
Wisdom Walks
poetryaccident Mar 2019
Wisdom walks the path of folly
the latter a price to be paid
this is how the foolish mortals
approach the realm of perfect bliss

the sins were many in the past
remnants of the human life
embraced in lieu of what could be
because of ignorance we’re deceived

few are worthy to be ******
for small trips outside of bounds
if the gods were more kind
we’d really know right from wrong

by a thought or deed’s transgress
the lines are crossed on the page
stating what could never be
in this world of misery

still the balance can be found
if the ear is opened wide
within the heart that would apply
lessons learned from folly’s plight.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190302.
The poem “Wisdom Walks” was inspired by the ruminations of the lessons I’ve learned in life.
Mar 2019 · 47
The Reference
poetryaccident Mar 2019
I'll stoop to be a noun
if the reference will resound
with others seeking truth
found by words applied without
these labels hold a tainted
asking more than they give
except when the need does arise
to educate a larger crowd

otherwise the labels taint
the person I’d like to be
with a shadow that extends
into the realms that came before
dragging the tendencies
for verbal unpleasantness
look to the reasons why
they were vilified

pioneering adventurers
walked paths now obscured
with trials that few have seen
on this side of history
still their experience
the shoulders of giants
instructs their descendants
to worse that life presents

bravery is the illusion sent
when the word are cast
to change the aftermath
demands that I commit
confirming what’s been told
experienced along the way
now that I’m the pioneer
with good and bad to share.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190301.
The poem “The Reference” was inspired by the generations of activism.
Mar 2019 · 70
Tea Leaves
poetryaccident Mar 2019
The tea leaves don't give a hint
while they may state events
they're mum on the greatest truth
why we're friends at day's end
this mystery still defies
the oracles that know all
subscribing to what’s beyond
then puzzled by consequence

the gentle tides and sometimes storms
seemed enough to cast the souls
together on this distant shore
far from the port that was my home
travelers in a foreign land
each learning about themselves
with the aid of passengers
accompanying the wanderer

at last the stage is set
with roles arrange by the script
actors in leading roles
established behind the scenes
look for the director’s hand
with a twist none would expect
when the leaves echo doubt
still the lives are intertwined.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190228.
The poem “Tea Leaves” is based on the question and answer, “why are we friends?  I don't know.”
Mar 2019 · 140
Planets Orbit
poetryaccident Mar 2019
The planets orbit a central sun
each a dot in the void
each to their own would be complete
if the least was then pursued
yet the pull is still felt
between the travelers of deep space

a singularity will suffice
consider this to be a lie
an absence is not enough
to soothe the wants deep inside
while the journey carries on
minutes logged into miles

darkness rules in those realms
where the lack is always felt
with a promise of much more
when connections are explored
winking faintly in the sky
across expanses that may deny

to know another is divine
even if the odds are long
a hand will quest at the far end
for another to entwine
once the orbits are affirmed
a pull acknowledged within love.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190227.
The poem “Planets Orbit” was inspired by a dream that featured two dance friends who are elsewhere in the world because of the vagaries of life.  They’re out there, somewhere, and hopefully, our orbits will return to the same location in the future.
Feb 2019 · 98
In Due Time
poetryaccident Feb 2019
The time of youth in lost years
was a period just as real
as the ones experienced

by the young of today
repetition of the themes
echoes quietly in the halls

as the past is disbelieved
in the faces of the antiques
loves and losses took a toil

the stumbling steps to joy’s realm
are renewed once again
each endeavored with the same

as the period must recur
even though it seems absurd
look to the young to see the old
in due time they’ll return.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190226.
The poem “In Due Time” was loosely inspired by the cover of the Black Sabbath album cover for "Sabotage".  The band members were so young.  Now, well, their music is still fresh.
Feb 2019 · 72
Only a Kiss
poetryaccident Feb 2019
If only a kiss were small enough
meant to spice up a life
I'd have more of the precious gift
engage with lips I'd like to touch

the affection shown would be true
stating feelings felt within
though not on the scale of love's bloom
a measure by which all are judged

here's the challenge of my tale
one step leads to the next
the passion stirred may want more
than a peck that starts it all

admiration has other ways
a hug or nod may be enough
even though a smooch would delight
rise a day above the rest

all of this is said with a wink
when the memory is obsolete
lost from sight like the years
the thrill of lips lost in-between

now the kisses are a dream
even if their size were gently squeezed
still my dreams may insist
that spice exists nonetheless.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190225.
The poem “Only a Kiss” is a ranging examination of the act of kissing.
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