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91 · Dec 2018
Lays in the Fall
poetryaccident Dec 2018
When I was young I wrote of love
the ecstatic heights one may climb
to find a place above the world
then fall to depths none should have
verse existing in the extremes
polar natures were all I knew
put to page in an attempt
to express the perfect toil

that caress of life in pleasure’s realm
causing swoons that were defiled
by the pains that followed forth
whips applied to tender flesh
each had their time in my poems
put to page in couplets linked
by the rhymes that made it so
within the fantasy of my youth

high to low or hot to cold
the transitions denied the core
that average where the bulk
of survival sought to sustain
it’s in the median that most live
to deny this on the page
ignores a world I tried to see
in my penned eulogies

now in the time that’s transpired
from the past to present day
youth has stepped aside to relent
the poet grew to state much more
love still persists as do the heights
but the truth lays in the fall
the in between is now my grist
put to page as my witness.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181215.
The poem “Lays in the Fall” was loosely inspired by a fellow poet posting a long past photo of themselves.  They stated that they wrote like a youth at that time.  I considered what this means, with the inspired poem as the resulting output.
90 · Oct 2019
Future Past
poetryaccident Oct 2019
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.
The poem “Future Past” was inspired by thoughts about the past being the foundation of today before today becomes the past.
90 · Dec 2018
Persephone
poetryaccident Dec 2018
The shadows are a residence
beyond the glow of the light
asking only that the gloom
provides cold comfort in place of warmth

solace granted by iteration
once again the balm is harsh
still the salve must be used
when the options are not found

a repetition of the grind
in response the gods would cry
this rapt attention is by their hand
the tears promote the ache of growth

when the pain is the par
blessings filling the empty void
by contrast the worst is best
when nothing else prevails within

Persephone is the resident
companion in survival’s strife
patterns clutched in time of lack
that sad abode beyond hope’s grasp.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181219.
The poem “Persephone” was fully inspired by the goddess associated with the time of struggle.
90 · Oct 2019
Realized by Harmony
poetryaccident Oct 2019
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 poem “Realized by Harmony” was inspired by music breaching the sound barrier, then moving into an inner sight.
90 · Jun 2019
The Wicked and Divine
poetryaccident Jun 2019
Consider lovers
the wicked and divine
reflections of the flesh
shown without reserve
heights attain in pure joy
sinners before the fall
until another comes
their place now assured

emotions spun to remove
concealment the heart
disregard the normative
diversion is the goal
endings sought for relief
before desire is resolved
in the end lovers fall
the wicked and divine.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190607.
The poem “The Wicked and Divine” was inspired by the lyrical line, “You trick your lovers / That you're wicked and divine” from the song “Undisclosed Desires” by Muse.
90 · Mar 2019
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.
90 · Aug 2019
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.
90 · Oct 2019
Hide the Rain
poetryaccident Oct 2019
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 poem “Hide the Rain” was written on World Mental Health Day 2019.  The theme for the day was ‘Focus on Suicide Prevention’.  My personal thoughts were that every day lived is a success.
90 · Apr 2019
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.
90 · Jun 2019
Balance Tipped
poetryaccident Jun 2019
Reminders borne on angels' wings
of worth beyond what I can see
this blindness pushed to one side
when the simple then presides
these loving nudges against the bulk
of the pessimism in the self

mix of gloom and despair
melancholy is the refrain
blocking out the rays of hope
now imagined in history
chronology that’s replaced
without regard for consequence

a passing reference of remorse
perhaps the faith was made of smoke
the pressing doubt cries for help
day to night seeks resolve
it’s a darkness without reprieve
until the light is retrieved

from the cloak of a chum
this artifact of loving jest
to mock the crush with a laugh
the seraph’s charm taking flight
scales are removed in the end
balance tipped by a friend.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190612.
The poem “Balance Tipped” was inspired by the affection I received from friends at a social event.
89 · Jun 2019
Meant for Dust
poetryaccident Jun 2019
The celebration is for the ones
left behind when all is done
with glad knowing of the deeds
committed in the name of need

intentions set for vacant joy
the quick drug to be explored
passed around for all to use
there’s enough for full abuse

while the fix may seem enough
cacophony for guffaws
the end result is not enough
to lift the dead from their slump

recognition damns the souls
with sad statements made in jest
for a body meant for dust
when the decades run their course.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190619.
The poem “Meant for Dust” is a consideration of celebrations.
89 · Mar 2019
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.
89 · Dec 2019
Pondering at the End
poetryaccident Dec 2019
“What have you done?”
the ending sentence for a world
demanding answers never heard
when final doom was the last word

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191222.
The poem “Pondering at the End” was inspired by a photo that had a green CRT monitor repeating the phrase “what have you done?” for the length of the screen.
89 · Jan 2018
Shadows’ Blur
poetryaccident Jan 2018
She wore the shadow of life's travails
echo of a thousand days
I sought the source to no avail
until I realized it was herself

sourced from depths few could plumb
a silent cloak wrapped round her frame
with light within peeking out
starlight shown in deepest night

polite dispassion would turn away
why I did not, I cannot say
unless the answer is that I felt
the same phantoms within myself

silhouettes against the glare
recognition across the veil
lost in the crowd we did not share
shadows’ blur wrapped round our frames.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180111.
“Shadows’ Blur” is about recognizing the darkness in like souls.
88 · Dec 2019
Sometimes A Breath
poetryaccident Dec 2019
Sometimes a breath is enough
to bridge a life beyond the now
even though the way seems barred
by the gulfs that confound

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191207.
The poem “Sometimes a Breath” was inspired by the quote “You don’t always need a plan. Sometimes you just need to breathe, trust, let go, and see what happens.” attributed to Mandy Hale.
88 · Jul 2019
Portraits Hung
poetryaccident Jul 2019
These portraits hung in hidden halls
statements made to the self
awaiting the hallowed day
when revelation will prevail

against the restraint of concern
that asks too much in return
wishing nothing to be told
lest the price be too much

now concealed from preview
behind the bulk of shuttered doors
same as the windows to the soul
both restrict lest the goods be shown

to be regular would unlock the gates
this passing as the normative
even while this gallery
hides the portraits from public gaze.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190703.
The poem “Portraits Hung” is about the hiding of the true self from most of society.
88 · Aug 2019
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.
88 · Sep 2019
Drawer Has Emptied
poetryaccident Sep 2019
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.
The poem “Drawer Has Emptied” is about a lack of spoons, with this cutlery being slang for “an imaginary unit of energy used by people with illnesses and disabilities”.
88 · Jul 2018
Shadow’s Taint
poetryaccident Jul 2018
It’s the beginning of the end
though this would be a lie
the event has long crept aside
like a shadow that demands all

there is a charge to complete
contracts are drawn for the short-term
even as the commitments that last
are put aside along with the pain

in this effort the world contracts
no longer wide underneath my feet
as the width becomes my arms
pulled to my sides as I withdraw

silence is forced upon my ears
no longer hearing pleas of concern
when they’re imagined to be mute
until it’s too late to heed otherwise

these are choices I can make
a self-fulfilling prophecy
spawned from seeds that have no place
in the well soul of the happy heart

now the end comes closer still
by my efforts the doom will loom
until it consumes my very soul
forfeit to the shadow’s taint.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180701.
The poem “Shadow’s Taint” is a testament to the long-term impact of depression.
87 · Sep 2019
Behind Constraints
poetryaccident Sep 2019
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 poem “Behind Constraints” was inspired by a meme that stated, “You don’t always have to be who they want you to be.”
87 · May 2018
Illusion’s Path
poetryaccident May 2018
The images put to the page
promise more than life can bring
in short segments that defy
reality shared by culture’s breadth

one could ask how it began
standards set few can hold
in the body or act
illusion spun to ludicrous

proportions spun to the absurd
then presented as routine fare
far beyond what can be found
in the realm of normal life

comical would be the call
put aside as clownish acts
except for the obsession found
in consumers of the tripe

that ivory tower few can climb
put to tape or printed sheet
stated as the standard found
taunting those walk below

still the plebes will attempt
to pursue the model set
stoking anger when they fail
to replicate illusion’s path.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180526.
The poem “Illusion’s Path” is about the farcical nature of explicit ****** film or print material.   Unrealistic expectations are extremely problematic as a statement of what could or should manifest in intimate situations.
87 · Jun 2018
Formally Known
poetryaccident Jun 2018
Who they were is no more
formally known before passing
resurrected at the bequest
of one person, their very self
the butterfly is born to fly
from the form that came before
once thought the perfect shape
normality then transformed

the questing one journeyed far
beyond the walls that defined
security beloved by all
now the chains that hindered life
cast aside though some may ask
the garbs then worn to replace
manacles no longer bound
to discover freedom’s bliss

now the conflict has been resolved
the balance turned to find itself
when safeguards are not enough
what once nurtured is denied
disregarded for health’s sake
the deepest lies are unwound
when the mask is put aside
one shall live, the other dies.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180618.
The poem “Formally Known” was inspired by my friends who are discovering their identities.
87 · Feb 2019
Snake Eyes
poetryaccident Feb 2019
The dreams came too cheap
with a price none should meet
even though the sign announced
the trivial paid instead of life
advertisements of the end
disguised as hopes none shall have

while angels cry from on high
knowing souls will be lost
flashing in the neon lights
dyed red by the past
****** ink that won’t wash out
luring futures to their doom

the game is on in the back
all can play while none shall win
to escape is the goal
straight into traps set by lies
rattled dice against the curb
tempt the marks out of luck

spouting promises that can’t be kept
even as the die is cast
snake eyes will be the draw
nothing is given for all too much
rest the bones now that the cheat
has had their way in the end.

2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190224.
The poem “Snake Eyes” is about the attempts made to escape this thing called life.  The poem was inspired by a Tumblr photo of a shopfront with the store name “Hauntings”.  A neon sign flashed in the window.  The words “99 cent Dreams” lured the buyer to an unknown fate.
87 · Oct 2018
Imprisonment
poetryaccident Oct 2018
Walls tall enough to hide the sun
assuming it was there at all
provide the cell I shall escape
if doom will have its way
horrors lurk in each corner
whispering promises none should hear
evoking screams that few heed
echo loudly in response

resounding themes of egress
though not based in hope’s sweet balm
that was lost long ago
when alarms became confused
now the peels of distant bells
lead to outcomes worse than death
as the mirrors forever face
rebounding terror felt within

the outward is replaced
without regard for what may come
ruins without bars
when sanity no longer stands
the corridor is always there
allowing exit from this jail
ideation provides the path
imprisonment is still preferred.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181018.
The poem “Imprisonment” was written in response to a prompt, “write me a poem describing the most dreadful prison you can come up with.”  I’ve lived in one that I’ll gladly share.
87 · Apr 2019
Close the Eyes
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Close the eyes for a time
when space invites a quick retreat
instead allowing the senses’ span
to invade vision's land

sound moves to music’s pace
words to sounds in close rapport
inspiring thoughts that fly above
the span of earth beneath the soar

returning raindrops to the ground
splashing softly upon dry skin
angels blessing with their tears
the mortals striving to exist

these beings seeking touch
to address the quiet voids
connection absent if none acquire
something to sate the rapt desires

twilight enveloped beneath soft sheets
the day experienced is complete
now the eyes are closed tight
treasuring moments without sight.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190428.
The poem “Close the Eyes” was inspired by a comic titled “When to Close Your Eyes”.  The strip explored music, feeling rain, running under the moonlight, hugging a friend, smelling food, taking a bath, feeling wind in the hair, looking away during a scary movie, and then finally falling asleep.
87 · Nov 2018
Of The Heart
poetryaccident Nov 2018
I asked if I was beautiful
in the form I am entrapped
while seeking forms now estranged
by a nature based on genes

the world rejoined remarks
my choices made to enclose
a body defying norms
when fitting into the gowns

splendour was obscured
lost while it’s explained
a flurry of here and there
combined to share the pith

this goddess lost to sight
hoping some will see the belle
in garments of lady’s shade
glamour of the heart

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181102.
The poem “Of The Heart” is about seeking to share expressions of personal beauty.
87 · Oct 2018
I Wrote This Poem
poetryaccident Oct 2018
I wrote this poem for the world
to reveal the secret words
a place I'd like to conceal
if realm was not shared
the singular does not existence
no matter how the pain insists
one to the other is exclaimed
by the authors that came before

mirrors hung on the walls
with facades of painted forms
thought to be held in place
those mannequins in mortal form
frames of pleasure and of pain
trading turns in the dance
both disguised by the grief
sustaining passions of frozen hearts

the struggle moves beneath
betraying stillness by a scream
that I relate by my own
echoed in search of exit’s balm
the avenues seemed reticent
to allow what I sought
perhaps they lied in the tomes
held aloft by those who know

I found my own in slow pursuit
along the trails spun by poems
circling enigmas of the soul
knowing others also strove
to this end the words are grasped
bent to speak where mouths cannot
applied by stanzas now divulged
untidy mysteries put to words

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181012.
The poem “I Wrote This Poem” is about the opportunity of the poet to explore themselves AND consider the shared aspects of a larger world.
87 · Dec 2019
Despair’s Snare
poetryaccident Dec 2019
When there is so much love to give
there is never enough time to live
the latter too short as consequence
of the former demanding recompense

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191214.
The poem “Despair’s Snare” was inspired by song that had the line “when there is so much love to give”.  The following line was more hopeful than the couplet in my piece.
87 · Jun 2018
Faceless in Paradise
poetryaccident Jun 2018
I came here for the ocean breeze
to hear the lap of distant waves
this was written for all to see
on the page of a resume

this seems romantic at first glance
a desire to work in glamour’s place
you’d wonder why a frown betrays
other motives now in play

another face there to serve
legion questing to relax
I live to serve all their needs
would you like fries with that drink

no longer are the wages earned
palm trees etched in the dusk
beauty framed as the sun sets
now I lapse to why I’ve slaved

anonymous in austere bliss
the retinues reduced to one
serving meals without refrain
of any voices beside my own

I’ll now admit that seaside views
are the same as cityscapes
when the outcome is the same
becoming faceless in paradise.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180621.
The poem “Faceless in Paradise was inspired by a series of photos from the movie “Hiruga” directed by Hiroshi Nishitani.
86 · Sep 2019
Private Hell
poetryaccident Sep 2019
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 poem “Private Hell” is about the possible internal worlds of the depressed.
86 · Apr 2019
Seek the Villain
poetryaccident Apr 2019
Seek the villain at your risk
the mirror that most repress
wearing hats shared by all
even saints before their fall
miscreants much like yourself
with virtue held above all else
except when pleasure is at stake
then integrity is misplaced

when this foible is observed
have forgiveness for the failed
lest the monsters take offense
at trespass upon their sphere
seek not unearned liberties
easy pickings that come with grief
there is a price to company
among the fallen that complain

instead admit the frailty
that comes with life in this frame
mortal flesh seeking more
than austerity may explore
bless the villains for their place
among the paragons now displaced
feet of clay are obvious
shared by all in mirror’s face.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190416.
The poem “Seek the Villain” is about the inherent selfishness of humanity.  There are small transgressions and then there is more.  Integrity and guilt struggle in the midst.
86 · Oct 2019
Lovely Traps
poetryaccident Oct 2019
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.
The poem “Lovely Traps” is about the safety of virtue being overwhelmed by temptation.
86 · May 2018
The Acts
poetryaccident May 2018
The acts I perform in pursuit
of the core of who I truly am
are secondary to what’s behind
franker realms that define

the spectrums direct how I bend
observing beauties in my world
this is a filter for God’s grace
the executed shaded thus

these outward deeds may conflict
with the norms of other folk
even as the source is same
prompting acts they dismay

truest love observes the heart
affections lead the physical
feelings prompting what then trails
affirming passions felt within.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180511.
“The Acts” is a poem about the commonality of the human experience.  The outwardly directed results may differ from person to person.  It’s too easy to condemn the motivation, such as the happiness of a loving relationship, for the lack of reference to the outcomes.
86 · Oct 2018
Things Left Unsaid
poetryaccident Oct 2018
Things left unsaid fill the space
with accompaniment by a soundtrack
chords too heavy to be expressed
demented notes best not plucked

never echoes in my head
longest ever with no refrain
known to exist in the void
where the source will be found

by lack of will or faint of heart
silence is my last resort
alternative to calm's consort
raving screams to rent the air

these are implied if you look
to the verse that's come before
tappings on the frigid walls
lost to time in sunlight's fall

this dearth of sound does not mean
my mind is empty of all thought
quite the opposite would be found
if all my groans could be heard

instead look to the furtive eyes
darting round to find escape
hoping you'll drop your guard
allow escape to the beyond

whimpers press hard to this page
this allowed lest I betray
sanity slipped from its leash
replaced by lunacy in its place

bound to a collar with aching chains
trapping who I really am
within this awful tomb of flesh
with only madness to be played.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171102.
Darkness does have a place in creation. There is a tremendous power stored in the shadow. In the early 2000s I was told that I should be writing. At that time I struggled mightily with dark thoughts. I told myself, "I cannot write of what I know. Who wants to hear about madness?". Now I do write. My own shadow is still there. Now the darkness informs my writing, adding wisdom and insight. There are artists who's works are simultaneously very dark, even as they peers into the depths of the human experience. Sometimes it is difficult to look, read or listen to these creations. This is OK. The artist is creating for themselves and for those who are capable of sharing the vision. Deep down, the darkest of works are created with the mantra of "somebody will see this, somebody will recognize this". The shadow is crucial part of creation. Without the darkness, there cannot be light.

"In the beginning God created heaven and earth." So says Genesis 1:1. I say that God is still creating the heaven and the earth. We stare into the same void. We maintain our sanity and soul by seeing the void as a place of potential. What are we to do on this earth? What is our purpose? Merely create the best you can. On the sixth day, you too will say, "behold, it was very good".

The poem “Things Left Unsaid” was inspired by the title of the Pink Floyd album “Things Left Unsaid”.
86 · Feb 2019
Fully Lost
poetryaccident Feb 2019
The abuse is normalized
when the numbness settles in
another turn around the clock
the same no matter what
repetition is the master's trick
the surest way to ease a mind
subdue the urge to flee
when the tone is misery

the harsh word is mollified
even as the wound is struck
by the promise of emptiness
once the storm has reduced
while the clouds circle round
never fully leaving the sky
casting grays across the earth
without a rainbow ever seen

colors reduced to red and black
splashed with blue to illustrate
that the bruises manifest
from a palette of imp's delight
mixed to black without recourse
to the balm others source
from the lack of injury
or is it something angels keep?

still the outcome is embraced
just another tortured day
until the cycle is expired
by the stain of bloodshed
this is the hope above all else
a wish that lives in the heart
the fondness of the beyond
when life is fully lost.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190205.
The poem “Fully Lost” is a generalized look at abuse, both actual and perceived.  The abuser can be a person, a society, or just the person’s psyche.
86 · Apr 2019
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.
86 · Jan 2019
Gender Flows
poetryaccident Jan 2019
Gender flows from a source
a sacred premise sometimes flawed
still the whole relies upon
these qualities to state the world
asking some to twist their selves
for the comfort of the whole
seeking forms that fit staid molds
constructed by the status quo

blue or pink for each side
align with bits of body parts
stamped on the consciousness
as anatomy has its say
usurping nature deep inside
peeping out in inner thoughts
prompting those who disagree
to fight the fixed society

the binary is a start
there are some who mix the two
or disavow a single bond
these expressions are allowed
more often the lanes are crossed
to find a truth that coincides
with a nature beyond the flesh
that forms the body felt incomplete

this is compared to those who veer
to the side that is their truth
gender flowing to be resolved
with touch of lace or something else
gender moves back and forth
outside the realm of normative
while the twisting calms the self
of the one that feels its touch.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190126.
The poem “Gender Flows” is about the fluidity of gender expression or identity.
86 · Aug 2019
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.
85 · Mar 2019
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.
85 · Jun 2019
Beyond This Time
poetryaccident Jun 2019
In tomorrows beyond this time
awaits a door with my name
with grief as chosen font
embolden in crimson script

this portal should be closed
barred to all who walk the earth
lest they fall victim to the spell
allowing the door to be unveiled

that one-way journey to the beyond
marked by the passage sadly sought
now too visible upon the hearth
when the rest become defunct

consumed by darkness with no return
this is tomorrow without reserve
I’ll pass the days until that time
seeking a way to avoid the fall.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190115.
The poem “Beyond This Time” is a darker poetic expression.
85 · Jun 2019
The Greatest Boon
poetryaccident Jun 2019
Mortality is the greatest boon
to those who reason the future's course
firm in the knowledge they'll be gone
when disaster comes flying home

to sleep with the ease of babes
no worries present on the mind
this is the gift of dying soon
laying down before the doom

the money palmed is enough
down-payment on the graves
not yet dug in grieving earth
that will come at decade's time

this currency dipped in blood
bright enough to raise alarm
still the merchants will complete
a barter made by blind decree

allegiances of the short term
handmaid to the monster's birth
are the mark assigned to Cain
now embossed to their shame

they'll expire before the bill
is called due by the earth
**** their bones in aftermath
when the outcomes are beheld.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190601.
The poem “The Greatest Boon” is about the poor decisions being made by many leaders.   It is almost AS IF they don’t count on being around when disaster full confronts the short-term decisions being made.  Considering that many of the motivations are driven by business cycles, all being in the immediate term, this theory rings too true.
85 · Sep 2019
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.
85 · May 2019
The Camel’s Back
poetryaccident May 2019
How do you talk to the friend
who’s company you may not have
in a day or in a week
if the demons have their say?

communication is not lost
a desire to share the world
instead the cause is forgot
as the chasm opens up

by a gesture or a word
the feather falls on the camel’s back
a thousand fiends have their day
the harvest gained as bones crack

breaking what stood so tall
buffeted by many storms
now reduced to longing thoughts
the mighty tree has finally snapped

the contract that most embrace
assuming life will remain
is revealed as a lie
when the disease is a crime

until that time the die’s not cast
in a world of many paths
communicate in good faith
before a heart finally fails.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190525.
The poem “The Camel’s Back” was inspired by the TED Talk “How to Connect with Depressed Friends” By Bill Bernat.
85 · Aug 2019
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.
85 · Mar 2018
Tearing Down
poetryaccident Mar 2018
The revolution spoke in the streets
in long ranks the common walked
with the signs drawn by hand
emotion marked in color’s strokes

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

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

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

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180324.
March 23, 2018, has been marked by marches by the common people.  These events inspired me to write the poem “Tearing Down”.
85 · Oct 2019
Read the Signs
poetryaccident Oct 2019
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.
The poem “Read the Signs” was inspired by a consideration of impressions derived by the social media that stand separate from the family-friendly realms.
84 · Oct 2019
Leave the Hurt
poetryaccident Oct 2019
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.
The poem “Leave the Hurt” was inspired by a stray thought about how people would judge a life after it was over.
84 · Aug 2019
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.
84 · Oct 2019
Cloaked by Pictures
poetryaccident Oct 2019
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.
The poem “Cloaked by Pictures” was inspired by a meme about walls keeping secrets.
84 · May 2019
Paradise of the Pane
poetryaccident May 2019
This wall made of glass
with revelations closely felt
presenting fabric on mannequins
nirvana by the tailor’s craft
designed to closely fold
onto a seeking frame

the comely dearly sought
across gender’s gated space
if only the taunt did not
present in figurines
ignorant of their place
in the war inside the breast

beholden to identity
beyond the normative
this struggle asks too much
****** by a street-side scene
that paradise of the pane
beyond the pleading hand

reality asks too much
that nature did not conceive
now a heart longs for release
by the magic of the display
held behind window’s view
while longing knows certitude.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190527.
The poem “Paradise of the Pane” is about the desire to transform, with the coveted destination displayed in a showroom window.
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