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.

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.

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.

Dare I show some flesh
metaphorical or in the real
to demonstrate a common ground
between myself and readers’ minds?

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190825.

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.

Regard submitted with delight
I’m not devoid of the wish
to indulge in life’s treat
physicality borne of warmth

when the topic is one of love
receiving praise for who I am
a gloom descends as I search
for the slice that life denies

life presents sad challenges
spawned from spectrums I embrace
perversions in the common eye
lived as the natural I can’t deny

infatuation is derailed
when the rainbow is revealed
not just one outside the norm
the sky is filled with the bizarre

one would be enough to spurn
affection given in pursuit
by affairs of the heart
flings leading to *******

this familiarity of amour
is pushed aside by the woe
panoply of letters strewn
in the path of forever love.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181126.

The knowledge brings me to my knees
(figurative if you please)
still the outcome is the same
no dalliance broached beyond the range
asking only that I comply
obedience best for everyone
this mantra like a drumbeat
the rhythm some choose to ignore

as the gods look down upon
perhaps they don’t after all
it’s all the same when the mark
is doing right by other folk
lines on the ground marking space
explanations none should ignore
dire mutterings that are sourced
from the realm of past retorts

still the whispers will not stop
the other ones that ask too much
a will-o-wisp born of greed
temptation doomed to mislead
demanding that I violate
the framework that protects
these fragile walls that separate
right from wrong at day’s end

imagination is asked to hush
move along in due course
once suggestions have been placed
that **** a soul if pursued
so now I’ll dance at the edge
of that gulf that beckons me
the territory where I once played
before life took what it gave.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181226.

Welcome to the alternative
a world that does not age
welcome to the embarrassment
when I’m oblivious to the shame

the fantasy is one of years
forgotten in the rush of lust
put aside by the fool
courting youth they should deny

what came before now betrays
permission given now rescinds
no longer are the partners sourced
from a breadth of society

relationships that were blessed
become the sin for all to see
the wheel has turned to exclude
now damnation becomes the creed

the need does not relent
to press the wanting flesh
even while the response
is one that few would want

halved plus seven does not compute
in my realm of feeling borne
for the beauty so near at hand
ephemeral in all true aspects

towards this end I’ll deceive myself
ignore the warnings from high and low
pursue the charms all disclaim
while disregarding the wide shame.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181205.

Times change and I miss your face
now fixed in my memory
a dream conspiring with the wheel
to turn around and taunt again

events conspire to separate
one from another without reprieve
with no rhyme on who should leave
or stay behind to mark the days

all may grieve in their way
even as necessity
demands this price for some to grow
in distant lands beyond the fold

no evil entity is to blame
instead the cause is so mundane
the ebb and flow of lives
just enough to get by

shifting winds blow the leaves
to the west and to the east
times change and still I miss
your face lodged in memory.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190123.

Could a person ask for more
ask the gods for their grace
than the friends that I adore?
the answer is a solid no
affirmation of my good luck
confirming life outside of norms

another batch has arrived
one of many that time supplied
so many faces moving through
with the naughty and the nice
pursuing life as they choose
unabashed at the outcome

to these ends they affirm
how I choose to express
identity true without remorse
testing limits that are contrived
so many boxes I’ll bust out
set by gender or desire

I’ll do the same for my chums
we all struggle to declare
identities not normative
cherub or demon, they’re the same
my friends now echo how I am
with respect shared between.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181207.