People wonder who is my God
a private matter brought to the front
with the answers too often thought
to be aligned along two fronts
either the holy or the ******
these are the choices near at hand
I’ll step aside from these paths
present my own as consequence

God exists for all to see
in the rocks and the trees
the sentient that came before
and will exist afterward
this span defies all attempts
even as their ego may desire
by mankind to raise themselves
above the realm shared by all

creation came from the one
a multitude beyond count
now the basis of all things
forever bonded as a result
the before defining now
with sanctity as the norm
there is no difference to be found
if the bits are pulled apart

even while mortal souls
attempt to state the good and bad
God still stands without regard
to dogmatic efforts of the priests
they chase after sin of every type
each a fault found in themselves
treating all with abuses
by chasing villains of the mind

the taint of sin is too real
though most are confused
to the source of this malaise
God is still a mystery
ask the suffering that persists
beneath the symptoms is the cause
companion to the ego’s will
with agendas few confess

deriving pleasure from the pain
explanations spun to impress
salvation is a worthy goal
if it weren’t needed after all
these sad attempts to compress
deity into a small book
once a reference to be checked
now the manual to suffering

into this life we are pressed
to reconnect to everything
forgotten in the agony
relief standing close at hand
this is my God that I grasp
both myself and much more
completeness found outside of tomes
connections to the Holy Grail.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190511.

Major Tom took a walk
stepping past the capsule’s door
far above the blue globe
in pursuit of so much less

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190730.

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.

I understand who you are
this is a falsehood in itself
still the familiar is present
an intimate stranger by fate's twist
one knowing other but not reverse
when a view is one way

postings put you on center stage
projected images from afar
too remote to count as friends
evoking emotions felt within
whispers that you'll never hear
on your island all can see

this one way mirror by social means
into a room of partial lies
only what you desire to show
stage dressing for effect
a drop of honesty may be there
with so much left out of sight

in the end what's been shown
is the fraction of a life
staged for ones like myself
the intimate becomes a sham
if only for sanity
so much is hid than is revealed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180529.

The darkness holds a special place
for the artist in search of grace
when only blankness is at hand
matching bleakness of the night

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190723.

As fragile as the passing breeze
words are cast to disappear
still I take sure comfort
creation is my genesis

transformation few may see
I’ll pursue in revelry
of sanity found in a phrase
turned to mad utterance

tossed into the hurricane
lost among the blown debris
still I bend to muse’s wish
to generate a daily breath

life assures that all is hid
beneath the layers of poet’s craft
this tidal wave of poetry
cresting over my meager speech

to that end I’ll put aside
the need for fame’s cold hand
asking more than I can give
while I struggle to remain alive

thoughts that wander are not lost
like mist dispersed in morning light
there are still memories
forever written in life’s dream

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180518.

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

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

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

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

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

If I could manage surety
arrange the world against my dreams
the path now taken would be ignored
for safer climes on rosy shores
the inner compass did not agree
with directions of harmony

those decrees that stated goals
considered normal for the all
agreement is the Holy Grail
when signing on the bottom line
adherence granted to confirm
the confidence to belong

in return the way is shown
keeping all safe from harm
a guarantee to show the way
happiness behind the veil
security in stolid chains
a certitude I can’t concede

even if the final price
condemns a soul in aftermath
freedom asks for no less
faith is found in the self
surety now left behind
instead the dreams become my life.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190616.

My scream could fill a world
if there was room for company
among the inhabitants
howling to state their case

the din speaks with dialects
separate from east to west
debating by calling hue
their causes in dire conflict

cacophony shared by all
though the agendas vary much
this theme that must persist
no matter the mother tongue

together against the world
defined as the other guy
some with sincerity
others to cause injury

the outcomes are the same
no matter what motivates
I’ll stand by my need to yell
then lose the utterance

broken by consequence
without desire I’ll embrace
now stand too mute
with silence of insanity.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180716.

Does the color matter when in love?
asks the prompt to launch a poem
not in the least I will respond
as comfort found is number one

eschew society no matter what
when their opinions are prejudiced
against a person for nothing more
than pigment layered above the heart

it’s tough enough to find another
echoing passions with due ardor
in a world all too cold
loneliness appears to rule

look to where romance appears
to edge the bet against this chance
by complying to bigotry
is sad folly when answering love.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181110.

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 shoeblack is on the job
bending knee for gentlemen
first the comments about rain
or the lack of, all the same

disagreement may arise
no one knows what may fall
then the earl must convey
politics of the day

opine offered without regard
of lower classes’ principles
still a reply is required
a small offering to the lord

‘cooks are thought to be quite smart
unless the flood distracts the guards’.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181112.

The chosen seek to elevate
themselves above the tainted crowd
with intent to safely flee
where the narrow trails may finally lead

into realms with thin air
shared by clouds that obscure
the mist hiding mortal souls
from rapport of those below.

this escapes asks a price
denying sanity after a spell
spun by tomes of ancient source
wisdom lost for dogma sought

in the end blindness reigns
only seeing their like kind
even while the eyes discern
fault outside the clan’s four walls.

it’s not enough to recognize
a shared reality with the rest
now the size of buzzing flies
with importance just the same

madness gained for safety gained
summits ask far too much
with the chasm that defies
humanity shared by all kinds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190606.

Yesterday I expressed
something more than living angst
this surprised even me
with ink as memory
shared with a waiting world
those some words put to page

stated in poetic verse
the quick hope that soon expired
as the sun began to set
the buoyancy was aberrant
even as it is was blessed
flash in the pan before the night

lost as the day began again
with the weight of history
a glimpse through art’s recall
spot of brightness in the gloom
the consolation of the past
now absent in the present time.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190112.

Society states a strong preference
to the boxes defined for types
into which all must surely slot
for the rigid to have their way
one or the other is the normative
as if a coin flip may define
the infinite found in between
realms where poles are left behind

still the pundits seek to constrain
those who choose to stray
it’s for the best for all concerned
so goes the theory as whips flay
held by those with holy zeal
to set right what’s not been wronged
the absence of conformity
is enough for their decrees

imagination is put aside
denial held as the sacred rite
when this measure becomes a blight
held up to gods for pure delight
the greatest sin life contrives
is to curse the soul without reprieve
demanding death before life
then pushing some to self-expire

these destinations of mankind
divorced from nature they defy
wishing only to console
fantasies in sacred texts
these statements of society
are merely rules without regard
to the ones that can’t abide
left to suffer for the lies.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190510.

Egg shells are steel if you compare
their thickness to the ego of men
as the most brittle becomes the firm
when likened to virile now turned to gel

an ivory casing enclosing a child
so much mature than what you’ll find
when considering the alternative
defined by the breadth of masculine

this latter found brittle under the press
by the gentle gender thought to be weak
the folly of assumption is the downfall
of the conceited now under stress

tables are turned when the females
address the ills too long embraced
demanding accounting for the past sins
and looking to futures without abuse

assertion becomes the long remedy
against which the macho cannot resist
with their intention to rule from above
then finding their place on top of rug

consider the fragile when you progress
pushing forward with remedies
machismo more dainty then shells fresh from hens
shattered when justice is at last found.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181204.

The headstones mark the homes
of those who have left this world
even as they still exist
with the semblance of mortal life
now their tombs hoard the dark
like the miser storing gold

there was a time for death
putting aside the painful parts
sadly the sum may hold life
away from the prying light
asking bones move about
when ashes hold their fire

what's thought dead will remain
in the cold comfort of the grave
unless the spark is given hope
when the lid is opened up
allowing something more than grief
beyond the press of misery.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190114.

The faces in the ancient gallery
each with intents few conceive
become the nature of the ones
that travel far beyond the veil

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190813.

Just kiss me
so I can feel
fireworks of lips
exploding my mind

just hold me
so I am connected
removing space
all of the air

just leave me
because it is false
only memories
of life in a void

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180217.

The decades passed before I knew
recognition of a core truth
affinity to alternatives
including base androgyny
I resisted the first hints
attraction asked for variance
beyond what most would embrace
in response I pulled within

into those shadows I retired
allowing a false normative
presenting visions for a world
that could not stomach any more
passing was the stratagem
hiding in the fullest sight
even though the lure was there
pulling me to look for more

the clock dealt discovery
revelation became the theme
turning pages with a shock
if only I could regress time
then I’d live the wider path
embracing attraction and much more
gender stated between the poles
at least there’s now to live a life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181017.

The crowd asked why it should be
another one lost to tragedy
while the sun still shined above
hid behind clouds of anguished doubt
this flood of concern is too late
the showers fell in twilight's eye
now the skies reflect the mood
with the promise of another flood

the warning signs were plentiful
like leaves fallen from autumn trees
too many to address singularly
a summing raking became the norm
each little death accounted for
the crumpled victims of season's change
dropping in a silent sprinkle
until the coverage was no more

the blinking light in the marsh
a will-o-wisp foretelling doom
ignored by those of sound mind
luring the rest into the paths
there the brightness was blinding
no longer twinkling far away
instead the siren's lantern shone
across the marsh of no return

thus the leaves and the lights
are the warnings seen too late
because they take an awful price
when the end has come and gone
the crowd may ask why it should be
with the omens left to taunt
crystal clear in hindsight
once hid behind the anguished doubt.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190128.

Perhaps insanity finds what’s sought
unveiling layers beneath the crust
shifting cards to reveal
the sum of life that’s been concealed
some assurance would be nice
that a percentage will be left
of the life I had before
when the journey runs its course

from the top of the heap
to place in-between
elevation left behind
in pursuit of so much more
madness may be the cue
if only life would let me know
whisper something other than
deviation from the norm

the world used to go my way
that layer crumbled anyway
even then I can’t blame
the vagaries of consequence
that pushed me from that place
because the folly had been set
as lunacy shows me the path
beyond the calm that couldn’t last.

2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190219.

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.

Some people would call me queer
shorthand for the letters’ span
each with meaning by themselves
far outside the normative
that Holy Grail of life’s charade
that many claim to be the rule
the criteria for all of life
at last revealed as a lie

the marked difference is denied
as expression in nature’s vibe
instead dire demons are retrieved
from the book with no reprieve
death is exclaimed as the route
for the travelers outside the norm
the alphabet spells the doom
for those embracing grammar’s joke

invoked with blood on purposed hands
the righteous circle once again
wearing masks of false repute
when disgust is all they feel
blessed purity turns to hate
tells itself that all is right
if only others finally purged
to make room for comfort’s balm

only light can **** the shade
ask the pundits to leave the stage
query fear to ponder life
perhaps a human won’t be denied
still I walk in danger’s space
because the truth is relevant
being queer is not a choice
it’s my normal in letter’s span.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190613.

Perhaps one day I’ll join the rest
beauties placed upon the stage
embodying nature’s tendency
to demonstrate the female grace

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190729.

I prayed the words were enough
put to page in an effort
to find salvation beyond the flames
looking back I see the char
acres shifted from green to black
destruction mounted where I passed

ruins scatter in my sight
even when I look away
across the landscape inward set
you may ask how the poems
absolve the wreckage God has blessed
by the broken they provoked

I’ll vex the heat to absolve
exclaim the stanzas loud enough
quench the anger in my heart
no longer will the flames consume
the innocent that don’t deserve
immolation by consequence

in the end the smoke will drift
reminder of the holocaust
that nearly ended all there was
fair verse sent by muses’ grace
redemption granted in response
when words search for deliverance.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180816.

In between the happiness
I die a little to exist
trading futures for the time
in those moments I truly smile
pushing past to grab the ring
the brass circlet asks no less
a sacrifice to feed the need
beyond the hells of common day

the minor heavens open up
with respite at last grasped
asking only that the breadth
is harvested to feed the whim
many ask why this should be
against the fog of memory
forgetting how they succumbed
to the worm seeking more

it responds with a shrug
asking penance afterward
a small price in the end
even as the light is dimmed
the edges fray to be undone
while the focus is on the fun
****** in the end to release
happiness that cannot last.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190120.

Kindness dwells in the breadth
of acceptance without regard
for the differences that exist
sure as dusk ends the day

those distinctions that separate
one from another in disgrace
if damnation leads the way
conviction made as consequence

disquiet fed by the unknown
fear to hate becomes the track
steer away from this response
lest the same becomes the norm

compassion is the higher path
when understanding disconnects
from one person to the next
without the same experience.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190626.

Seek the truth in music’s arms
honesty that will evolve
adapting to the greatest need
to dispel the strident lies

that sum of chords expressed throughout
speaks veracity to the heart
even while the gross deceit
is expressed without concern

for the lost among the crowd
desiring comfort in their resolve
to escape from chains of angst
attached in realms of silent rage

against the palette of the world
wishing for sincerity
starved for blessings in the void
now fulfilled by music’s charm.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190714.

Watchers stand with their grace
now detached from the race
pursuant of the tender flesh

the wheel turns to propagate
population across the earth
requiring lust to consummate

attraction becomes the devil’s taunt
after use has been dispersed
in the flash of a life’s span

beholders left to denounce
what came before is out of bounds
with desire put aside

god has the final laugh
voyeurs present had their chance
separated from what’s blessed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181002.

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.

Spin the yarn in the head
apply the words to the page
allow for a feel of dread
while exclaiming happiness

top the sum with a doubt
like the period at the end
of a sentence asking more
than what’s sadly come before

allowing for doom's input
while touching ghosts assigned to hope
each has a message from the beyond
yearning statement in the now

count the days without relief
as the muse attempts to breathe
needing both as blessed fodder
towards creation of their art

some small effort would extol
this mix of feelings at its core
divulging more most advise
even while the angels cry

still the poet will have their time
to spin the yarn beyond mere lies
the deepest truths are much more
than secrets shared on woe’s bliss.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190208.

The door is opened
the invite extended
still a reluctance
may stay the hand

an apple awaits
the dear traveler
that hope once forgotten
now in form of the fruit

the miles have passed
under the feet
with bridges burnt
and more still complete

the gatekeeper stands
holding the check
allowing free passage
with heavy price

the due will be asked
in so many years
by toils then endured
and dreams grasped at last

roses and cream
beyond the threshold
an invite received
a life then made whole.

2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190217.

When the hate becomes a box
electrified by past comments
there's no escape for the one
now enclosed by lack of love

the feast was fed for a time
riches poured from above
as the base demanded blood
to sate the priest’s unholy lusts

now that trenches have been dug
with the bottoms beyond sight
keeping safe the twisted words
entrenched in need to be right

truth unmade by the mold
of small hatreds spun to large
asking all the vapid fears
to infect beyond their realm

no compromise is possible
once the line has been crossed
even if the soul may ask
for reprieve beyond discord.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190119.

Between the choice of dawn’s light
and the judgment of the dusk
lay the affairs that resolve
to decide a future morn

failures spun from the same cloth
as success that draws the likes
ask only for an equal nod
acknowledgment of two paths

the low road is passion’s place
little better than prevailing heights
where the mind consumes itself
in the **** of certitude

the lessons learned or pain dodged
provide a map that describes
the journey taken separately
from destinations preordained

avoiding landmarks based on lies
while they’re truths in the large
are the fallacies that choice precludes
while moving towards the edge of night.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181019.

‘To each their own’ is the refrain
stated for both right and wrong
bring together the scattered chaff
and separate those who belong
the former is for the best
while the latter is evil’s bane

so many people need to know
there are others now similar
the softest voices are denied
ability to find like kind
while the masses have a say
screaming statements of dismay

‘to each their own’ is the refrain
pursued in lieu of loneliness
now the channels have been cleared
to allow the minority to convene
exchanging statements of support
for the scattered across the globe.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190609.

History waits a long game
before turning cards held to breast
stating those who will ascend
along with fallen then condemned
past transgressions are held up
to the probing of insight
no longer hidden in plain sight
now visible to the light

the shadows will no longer hide
violations once thought right
the complacent put aside
when decrees are fully plied,
conservatives in the dark
those concerned to hold the past,
who fight against the tide of time
while holding to a tarnished life

society is the past blind
huddled masses used to hide
now pushed aside at long last
when due measure is put to test
beware the ground on which we stand
justice will have its day
asking nothing less than change
damning those who ruled past days.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190419.

Forgive the crimes that don’t exist
except in the minds of little men
who exclaim without reserve
what others fail to observe
counting slights where none exist
while exclaiming holy names
still the pundits harbor hate
stated to the lost's dismay

those who travel outside of bounds
moving to their inner plot
a compass that many have
still the squares will complain
denying likeness is at play
a minority against the whole
it seems enough to stoke the flames
turn the night into day

they believe sins are paramount
spun from cloth they only view
a cloak of shame that’s fully false
only seen in bigot’s eyes
stating choice is at play
instead of a natural tilt
it matters not what’s then said
when natures are firmly fixed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190604.

Forgive me while I step away
from the clan that betrays
respect for others despite the cost
to a world they spit upon

the promise was lost when low fought back
against the shadows that held the world
with cold chains that served one group
while keeping rest in servitude

the brass ring could not be found
legacy of the elders lost
when revolt aroused the meek
finding strength to have revenge

then the howl is heard below
the highest towers brought so low
ground is leveled to detriment
of those who fell to earth

once their passion was to reign
lust denied is anger’s rage
monsters rise to assert
expired claims to manhood

forgive me while I step away
from the gender that can’t adapt
to allowance for their state
in the world that has fought back.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180524.

The mirror showed another face
beauty hidden is now revealed
with a sharp contrast to the old
it’s still me after all
tint diverged from my own
with the gender close behind

each a difference I can’t dispute
as my heart was resolute
to convince a larger world
convey an image now my own
a transformation I can’t ignore
with outward to be observed

this was a symbol of myself
comeliness now expressed
asking for consciousness
of potential I could express.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190214.

The flags flap tattered in the storm
abused by struggles, still they stand
in stark contrast to the stones
arrayed in rows with letters etched
this contrast is circumstance
one or the other becomes the choice
the threads weave for the fates
fragile banners or stern headstones

the former strains in the gale
textile asked to act like steel
resisting more than life permits
when the gods are passionate
flapping, bending, fluttering
to one side and then the next
dissenting currents that would tear
mortal frames limb to limb

the latter stands the test of time
marking contact six feet down
sentinels that will not fail
forever stating occupants
this small comfort chills the soul
when the broken are contained
defying storms in their tombs
enclosed in vaults against the hurt

one or the other becomes the path
as sure as tempests will beset
those who walk the battered ground
seeking their peace from the storm
some will bend while others break
in the breeze the flags will stay
while the rest are put to rest
forever safe beneath the stones.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180326.

The bees fly through the fields
the birds alight in the trees
with the displaced at the gate
looking at the verdant scene

the time of year is firmly fixed
upon the dial at warm seasons
without admission of the rest
leading up to winter’s breath

delightful colors on petals’ limbs
only feel the sunny heat
the orb above favors them
providing homage to its kin

still the chill is realized
beyond the spread of flower’s realm
asking those who stand outside
to know they’ll never feel the warmth

this envied corner of the bees
denies the company of the gray
longing for the honeyed fields
now only feel a deep dismay

frosty drifts from snowy peaks
causing trees to shrug their leaves
an icy realm beyond the gate
with full sight of the spring.

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Returning by the three-fold
the past echoes in whiplash
by firm measure the punishment
exacting only what's appropriate

when the scourge is karma's toll
asking only what for what's due
the skin responds against the whip
blistering red in gasped riposte

drawing blood with ever stroke
with a sound few may deny
painting anguish with a brush
loud mercies not yet come

the crop is the master's gift
a skill pressed to supple flesh
that talent evoked to assure
embracing of cold remorse

these fates spun by the lash
around the head and back again
not yet done in the measuring
of rewards beyond the shade

fortune absolved of empathy
when destiny demands a punishment
a chance for doom must exist
if the scourge is meant to sting.

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The beast waits deep within
no matter the gender nor the age
demanding a brief release
to feed the hunger felt within
these cravings mock civility
ingrained rules of society
defining who may merge
when the masks are fulfilled

ask the gods why this is
they’ll reply with a grin
it’s not for love or praise
though these part of the play
instead the race must carry on
propagate from two to one
or maybe more on the chance
that nature blesses with the twins

this is rejected by the beast
it cares nothing for the norms
now the breadth of humankind
is seen as fodder for its lust
diversity would satisfy
even though the rules deny
release from wishes deep within
between the legs and in the head

sometimes sated for a time
the eternal in a blink
when the plunge defies depths
touching joy though carnal paths
what seems forever does not last
even though the sheer delights
transcend all measures man beholds
to their dogma in written books

that animal we all behold
wishing nothing but to be fed
within the box or outside
the fiend of passion never sleeps
burn the incense to appease
stimulating to release
once it’s fed the worm will relent
until it stirs to crave again

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Write each day to stay alive
this is my task with the pen
to etch mere words upon the page
an exclamation against the dread

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

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

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

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Permission sought by absent thoughts
that lack of input from the world
allows for the worse to occur
by the opposite of spoke concerns
consideration over many years
breeds decisions hard to fight
the final one would be swift
without regard to consequence

a lack of tethers to shore the ship
invites the tides to then encroach
have their way on moonlit nights
when the tides are sure to rise
without recourse to many hopes
the still waters are no more
in their place the currents tug
drifting blindly towards the rocks

that last resort is finally lost
before the void takes its own
to medicate the throbbing pain
shut the tears behind the face
then slip away like a ghost
with no chains left to hold
the lack of ties would assure
this turn of life most abhor.

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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.

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These reminders I can't escape
staring out of the picture frame
the same individual as before
guiding hand I can't touch

Aphrodite or Hecate
both are present in my day
one to show the way to love
the other to temper what may result

watching from the flat dimension
cloistered on four sides
nonetheless they suggest
which path of goddess I'll partake

their purpose shroud in joy
with the veil of sadness cast
upon a mood that reflects
the breadth of who I am

forever stating what came before
now I walk the path implored
by the one that speak the voice
of deities beyond the veil

combined as a shade expressed
in the present yet still absent
that paradigm that I pursue
magic wrapped in beauty's arms.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181003.

I had the dream again
scenery different with the same theme
partial ****** on display
full frontal below the waist

with no planning this occurs
suddenly belts loose or I forget
to cover bits that some think lewd
when presented in public view

here’s the twist to the tale
sometimes I am aware
knowing that exposure is relegated
to the land behind the veil of sleep

still I think that I’m awake
the shame too real in moment’s space
while I reflect upon
this only happens when I’m asleep

the silver lining to this debacle
a slip from decorum’s space
is that the waking world
bears no witness to this state

sadly there is one downside
realized when it comes to size
nobody is there to see the change
that I’m more endowed in the realm of sleep.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181214.

The poet’s page demands results
words submitted in due course
on a theme that resounds
with their souls and their hearts

into this space I grasp at dust
sift through the dunes of my mind
seeking more than I will find
epiphanies escape searching rhymes

poignant lines sublimely stacked
in groups of four more or less
upon each other in pursuit
looping round in stanza’s bliss

this construction becomes a fraud
a framework only without resolve
to ordain itself with more
than ******* churned in empty prose

a foundation ordained by God
or stolen by the might foe
sustains the gospel of the muse
stamped with dogma of deepest doubt

wishful plans that fall so short
when no deity will pay heed
to the twaddle of fool’s discourse
drivel stated and not ‘the word’

these proclamations to all who read
worthy of tomorrow’s dreams
will echo loudly to the fates
exclaiming paths of destiny

lastly consider the substitute
forgotten before the day concludes
this is what I’ve put to page
all to the outcome of my dismay.

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