All art is ******
so said the great Klimt
master of gender
put to oiled cloth

expressing emotion
the lens that reveals
well of desires
cloaked in abstract

gold leaf enhances
nature’s pure bliss
attraction to eyes
from curves mixed with lines

back to ******
though I’ve not far swayed
from master’s side
with words put to page

I’ll look to my own
how I echo him
hinting the lewd
while stating the lust

mine is mix
objective one day
subjective another
the blur is my kitsch

exploring dynamics
the spectrum of life
those I inhabit
and those that I love

the craft speaks to carnal
then turns back to skill
beauty expressed
****** revealed.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170930.

The cards were played in tableau
the possible arrayed in rows
with the past conjoined to present day
future implied in all its shades

cardboard, colors, rectangles
mixed with designs of mankind
focus turns from inward out
on the table, reflecting mind

perhaps they’re people or something more
intention stated or just felt
energies focused to see much more
the veil extending beyond four walls

archetypes present a crowd
each role extends an eager hand
asking for their credit due
as the fates are now pursued

now the chance has been set
the possible conveyed to mortal man
cards of doom or cards of bless
they represent the full balance.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 201710279.

Drops of water on the tongue
in the desert stretched too far
while in pools others swim
drenched to bone as I wilt

yearning for something more
than the drought of the flesh
greedy for just a taste
simple fare will do the trick

longing felt in the heart
all that’s left is dry desire
the chill wind has no foe
in wastelands of the soul

now the head rules the day
nights lay barren wanting more
seeking moisture to redeem
empty bed denying dreams.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171020.

The sacrifice must be made
the blood spilled to mark the day
lest the gods both good and bad
feel unwanted by mere man

deities remain steadfast
when attention turns to them
by the edge of cutting knife
or the coin from the purse

a gentle shower is not enough
be it crimson or made of gold
when attentions must surely flow
stating purpose from the soul

lives laid down in consequence
by believers or the lost
the latter being enemies
now made worthy in their ends

all this done in name of greed
for squalid treasures near at hand
enough to fill a million chests
these are the boon of all transgress

so ask for blessings both low and high
knowing gods have their price
the sacrifice made today
will coat the hands of deity.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190121.

Comfort sought in private rage
with a group that feels the same
shields its face from public view
as comments echo rage’s words
purity born of shadowed realms
asking all to close the doors
pull the curtains against the world
what’s to be said is for few ears.

Hatred spun in close discourse
with a circle that says it's fine
the stakes are set to forgive
whatever said behind four walls
prejudice is the oil
allowing comments to then flow
when us and them are broken down
to black and white simplicity.

None shall see these ****** cues
projected to the secret screens
be they said in Sunday sermons
or the mob on message boards
all the people in the room
identify on one side of the poles
chanting mantras born of power
turned around to hatred spoke.

If the public hears these private thoughts
condemnation will follow soon
it’s best to put on another mask
when walking amongst the rubes
what’s allowed in confession’s booth
will convict the same in public’s eye
it’s no wonder that schizophrenic is a term
too often apt for private rage.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180506.

The challenge of identity
is the blade with two sides
labels meant to illustrate
turning back to decimate

revelation splits the veil
slicing barriers that separate
what was concealed is now revealed
when the knife expands a life

the other edge cuts the hand
when the world retaliates
rejecting the acknowledgment
asking glove now ****** print

at the end the Valkyries
will decide the battle’s end
when the sword seeking peace
turns to fatal injury.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180607.

Why am I so confused
that I want you
to treat me contrarily
take me seriously
and also to cast me
aside like a rag?

the former would
build my esteem
make me human again
the former is food
consuming my flesh
for the monster inside

the struggle is real
not felt by most people
comfortable in their skin
supported by their kin
not wanting to depart
supported by the neglect

I'd take my leave
thank those who gave
lifted me up those days
while treasuring disdain
(imagined or otherwise)
as my place to remain.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170503.

The riddle stands the test of time
one or many will take their shot
with the former inadequate
to the task brought by God

spun from fabric most deny
feathers falling from the sky
weighing more than far mountains
the end results condemns despair

the solitary has little chance
to resolve mystery’s vex
stumbling in the details tossed
or consumed by the whole

insight may come to the one
then the shoulders take the weight
stooped against the universe
magnified in its full scope

back to the many that may help
lending hands to move the weight
when the hidden can be found
then lifted high as manifest

to embody the Lord’s task
challenge met then overcome
I’m a piece in puzzle’s face
solving riddles with the whole.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171210.

I need a new set of wings
to lift me from this patch of ground
providing views of who I am
above the bane of sanity

this nest does not suit my mind
when I gaze into the frame
of the mirrors I've past despised
because they return error's stain

the images drag me down
armor aching on my frame
asking how I can rise above
while holding echoes of my past

I'm wrapped in chains when I soar
straitjacket instead of feathers worn
able to see the broad sky
confined by tethers to only glide

the old wings had no lift
instead they held me close to earth
feathers fall to spot the ground
shedding now for new growth

spray of color with shades of gray
age's badge I must embrace
never too late to find my space
these new wings will take me there.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180206.

I’ll have to die before I live
plunge into darkness to find the light
if the fates would allow
perhaps thrive in aftermath

what lays beyond may resolve
questions raised across a life
so many years of wondering
answered as the curtain falls

all the comfort long assumed
once the best of cocoons
has birthed the monster many fear
even as the angels cheer

these avatars of what could be
manifesting human form
have walked the paths considered now
still they stand in the storm

to step away from the trap
would be a blessing in disguise
even as the world may fall
crumble downward in response

being normal kills my soul
perhaps I’ll live once I die
there is one way to confirm
moving forward into the void.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190105.

Beyond the bottom of the sky
where horizon meets the land
there I seek my future place
where I’ll stand by vision’s light
though the shadow may intrude
deepest hues in sable’s grasp
hiding what could be there
beyond my sight in mountain’s roots.

Imagination does not reveal
what may come in due time
when the dreams of the beyond
are dispersed by sorrow’s blight
fantasy may be my end
when reality is dismissed
thoughts stop before they start
illusion borne by raven’s wings.

Invention waits in the tools
hinting at their readiness
there left fallow by my hands
dust assumed on mantle’s breadth
treasure stacks upon self
taunting those who cannot reach
when the will is left to wane
wishes sunk in amber’s depths.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170817.

When the void lays beyond
down a path none may avoid
this one-way trek to the outside
rushes forward to meet all

around the curve of the path
the soul staggers to stand upright
chains imprison those who fly
flanked by walls none can climb

behind the door bound in iron
greatest barrier known to man
defying those who may explore
thick as smoke when we fall

the destination is far beyond
still too close in moment’s breath
by the grace some may persist
while others fall between the cracks

cloaked behind firm beliefs
that state unknowns none shall see
until they cross beyond our sight
without a voice to verify

some will stumble towards the edge
while others run the opposite
time will test the rebel hearts
dark reward is the escape.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180508.

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.

I would wonder who I would date
if span of years did not aggravate
and my relations did reset
revealing the paths my heart could take
these are all fantasy
have no fear of my liberties
when these thoughts cross space and time
imaginations of a curious mind.

Those I’d court are exceptional
above the norm, none are fools
engaging minds as well as eyes
I’ll state the base that they defy
beauty comes easy to my eyes
appreciation of the forms God made
those blessed by curves, hard or soft
present a fraction of my hearty’s desire.

Add this to the fruits of the mind
intellect leaping from fact to joke
nimbleness both high and low
awaits that prize that so few share
a sympathy for my plight
likewise shared, with another one
common ground few will own
acknowledge grace for a fallen one.

Against this backdrop I draw my list
still imagining, I’ll not deny
so few people meet these marks
on one hand I’d count them all
now here I sit with my roster
with the names I’ll never state
the mighty mountains beyond my reach
the paragons I’d like to date.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170515.

Why don’t we talk about the ills
that impact the despised group
not understood from the start
with struggles in the mire of life?
perhaps the blame would then turn
to the difference in the front
not the symptoms that spill forth
because of impact from the crowd.

Separation is the cause
damnation heaped on top of hate
intolerance is the result
no will to heal, inflicting wounds
in the shadows the impacted
attempt to fit when there’s no space
crowded out by prejudice
partiality lost to loathing’s gain.

Sickness spills from the fight
damning those in shadow’s taint
with the small anxiety
or a desire to finally leave
invisibility with assumption heaped
toxins kept in the dark
to say more would curse the one
when their state becomes the cause.

Back to ills that wrack the group
not inherent to the mark
of how they stand outside of main
not willing to state how they feel
minority label on the forehead
scarlet letter that does not prompt
the maladies that tumble forth
through mistreatment by the whole.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171005.

Don’t apply the fixed ink
to my skin as a statement
because one day I’ll regret
actions taken fixed in time
that’s the rub of my thoughts
I’ve changing far too much
with my skin as scant space
to illustrate the breadth of life

first consider how I flex
coming out as I am
realization of the shade
brought sight in the light
learning more through decades
discarding visions of past years
what once fit is now outgrown
evolving far to altered states

this tidal wave born of age
seeks to find expression’s page
a place to draw or write a truth
expressed in volumes I can’t conceive
if each shift was a stamp
I’d be covered at my age
with imprints of needle’s point
skin would hide by pics merged

into this void I found a tool
avoiding dye put to flesh
still I must find a way
process history before it fades
ink to paper becomes my craft
molding nicely to my life
with the room I need to state
actions taken fixed in time.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180423.

I once walked upon the ice
seeking spice for my life
there I found so much more
forever exiled to beyond
the cravings lured me from the edge
of firm ground where I once lived
once enough to satisfy
I wanted more than I had.

At first the cracks were quite small
in response to each foot fall
with a creak that shadowed steps
I wandered further towards my lust
seeing was enough to prompt
inclination to have more
while surface shifted shape
demonstrating danger’s trace.

There was trembling beneath my feet
with constant threat of cleaving base
I made the choice to dance about
between the cracks destroying truth
what once I knew was not enough
risking all to sample treats
predilections satisfied
by the forbidden found at last.

The plunge beneath stole my breath
no turning back to walk above
as I perished to the past
six feet down and falling fast
now escape eludes my thoughts
cravings turned inside out
wishing land could be found
away from cravings that brought me low.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180505.

I dreamt of pomegranates
fruit of the twilight gods
in the glades of Sirkcumsale
on the lap of a new love
they wore a veil that concealed
the death implied alongside birth
each a companion to the lust
delayed as promise bid its time.

First my brow, then my chin
the hand lingered, clad in red
promise pressed into the folds
as their trail moved below
the eyes topped cover’s screen
attention called from the caress
shifting hues from green to red
this seemed normal in dream’s realm.

Irrespective of their gender
the planted kisses plied the pleasure
returned in mass, this is my way
to turn attention to the lips
the embrace is what’s important
once submerged I’ll be the swimmer
comeliness is broached by touch
pulling close with hug and smooch.

I was raptured, I’ll admit
perhaps by an evil jinn
I’ll not attest if that was true
when desire was all I knew
the balance may not be told
it was diversion from the norm
crimson fruit was mine to have
in the glades of Sirkcumsale.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171007.

I thought I had fallen hard
knee to ground from Cupid’s bow
inflicted with a fondness for
another soul not my own
imagination running wild
believing I had found the one
consider where I had been
longing to move beyond.

The idea came from the blue
in one moment I was quite sane
believing I could live alone
with the want of needing none
then the crush came on hard
feeling passions from the heart
why did I long to move outside
the safety lost when I fell?

This was the dream I held close
avoiding pain brought by love
with the walls of solitude
if only this were the truth
when I missed the greatest fact
what God asked me to now pursue
finding others to satisfy
an urge hard-wired to core’s desire.

I fell in love to be loved
allowing chance to open doors
longing hard to be adored
led to me to another one
wishing they were by my side
beloved found on their lips
of the person I’d be next to
fallen hard to be loved.

2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170709.

Flower put into the hair
or pinned to the blessed lapel
this statement of what’s within
displayed in a florist swish

splash of pink to compliment
knowing wink of the eye
stated by the petal form
confirmation if there was doubt

red pronouncement as alternate
blossom fastened to affirm
form fitting to the heart
identifying a florid bent

once a symbol of love bestowed
now the embraced as an affect
reverence for what’s inside
flower applied to the hair.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180605.

Hostages are held on each side
soldiers counted for the cause
weaponized for the greater good
now put forward to crush the curs
no hold barred by high decree
the scorched earth is the outcome
achievements mean more than men
blood enriches the thirsty soil.

Families become war's fodder
friends asundered to ensure
all that matters is consequence
right by might is assured
with the chains of dogma's curse
exacting conduct from the folk
the end times are at least realized
once again for the thousandth’s time.

Total victory eludes the chief
wanting more than statements grind
give and take is anathema
when sacred tasks are near at hand
no matter that the benefactors
supreme junta of hallowed ways
desiring outcomes born of death
are the fraction of army's size.

No prisoners is the leader's chant
ignorant of the followers
who seek a path that deviates
from the holy handed down
guidance is the vicar's goal
lest the lambs wander far
they know the slaughter promises
shepherd's pie in victory.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180313.

Seek a life beyond the dance
that span of staid circumstance
those tunes clinging to the past
embracing moves now long lapsed

classics are spun once again
look beyond that tired domain
cantos to tradition’s rut
now a dirge too many trust

ten thousand steps in unison
once thought to be jubilant
now a procession without end
for the march of the condemned

the dance may still exist
harmony instead of the old dread
if vitality seeks its own song
before the sounding of life's gong.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200225.

I'll whisper your beauty to the gods
have them listen at morning's dawn
perhaps they'd accept my offering
hear my awe because I’m blessed

when night's curtain is withdrawn
to show the paramour in my bed
I wonder how this came to be
that darkness concealed one so bright

my speech returns at long last
as the sun begins to rise
chasing blackness from the room
revealing all that I enjoyed

the soft and hard, all the curves
the long lines that I explored
valleys plumbed in my quest
finding pleasure with the heights

the shadow departs as I speak
witness leaving before they're caught
called to answer for our acts
when they are innocent and we are not

it matters not because it's done
the gods have witnessed far too much
I pray they'll respond to my words
allow another night to turn to dawn.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170822.

Tell the world I’ve put down my gun
retired to shadows away from charm
the limelight with due rewards
no longer calls to this fighter

I’m not seeking to make my mark
with prodigy to extend mankind
beyond generations yet to fade
but in their time all will expire

it’s not that bullets have run out
or that rust has seized the works
as the barrel is still strong
on the shelf these matter not

the powder’s state no longer counts
be it dry or gone to rot
when the pistol is set aside
to gather dust away from sight

no longer questing the fair coquettes
worthy foes to bring to bed
laying low with equal joy
companions sought for at least one time

now I leave to join the march
of past shooters without a cause
musketeers with only self
to pass the time without recourse.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170916.

In the mirror of my friends
the truer portrait is revealed
of the one I’d like to be
and not the wreck of self-esteem

when I allow them to draw near
it’s made plain that I have worth
not in dollars that may be spent
instead in treasures of the heart

flaws are the norm in human form
this is acknowledged to be true
these are less than beauty’s count
I see echoed in their eyes

the reflections are not the same
across the breadth of who they know
to be cherished in special ways
unlike all others, each their own

in these mirrors I hope to find
the sum of love outwardly felt
so I may take this inwardly
find my reasons to carry on.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170715.

a day more sad than most of them
in between the glamour found
where the dancing brings only light
with music played to fill the heart

the gulf is deep with no bottom
none I can see with my eyes
this is the place where darkness lurks
the innate state of my soul

a test of wills is then joined
the thrill is wane in the face
of the low grade misery
ideation for the end

the minutes move just the same
asking me to fulfill the tasks
joy absent from completion's sake
meant to satisfy the day's expanse

here I wonder if it's worthwhile
to remain, to endure the slog
just to peak a future date
then fall back down to wait again

perhaps the peace would be my last
stretch through time unlike the now
no longer waiting for another day
because the same will always be

temptation calls with easy voice
promises made against resolve
a test of strength between the two
this day more sad than the rest

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170718.

For one day only I’ll be alive
instead of seeking the other side
at the prompt of a dark force
to live without the urge to leave
denying gifts I’m meant to hold
in mortal danger to my soul

perhaps the hours could resolve
with the blessings of the gods
an inner war of light and dark
inspiring envy for the dead
the sun’s journey could remove
this sickness felt for too long

just not a distraction in a breath
this is the norm before the weight
of ruminations descend again
dire reflections tumbling round
without an avenue to escape
other than dark egress

just one day would be a relief
an exodus to light’s domain
reassurance of living grace
to know hope lays beyond
replacing dark with the blue
gone are shadows in my life

this dream will have the last laugh
even as the dusk descends again
the cruelest jest I’ll not survive
gifted by the capricious god
that one day only that I’m alive
a lifetime spans beyond the time.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181023.

The veil of years have obscured
emotions felt that linger cold
heart’s possessions words describe
hiding embers in poetry
kept there safe so I’m assured
what I’ve lost may be found

a woeful bard declares the rhymes
to remember past tenderness
weaving these in lyrics blessed
thus I’ll hide the memories
layered in my many poems
across the span of tearful odes

asking muse to evoke joy
from the dust my pen inscribes
in echoed halls I’ll describe
there the flame may still burn
with no heat to warm my heart
because it’s illusion of the words.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170710.

I’ll put pen to paper in an attempt
on this dawn of my life
even though the years rescind
now is the start of my time

to state the reason I exist
it could be one or many more
joined by others or just myself
goals to embrace future’s sake

this path could be my destiny
scribbled fate I should embrace
based on what I’ve seen before
with addition of what could be

hoping words can show the way
intent affirmed by characters
declaration I’m bound to live
if I knew what to write.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171022.

Once again I’m at the dance
in the company of like minds
though the crowd fills the room
I see the gaps in their midst

a memory inserts the missing ones
from the span of long lost years
once the corporal in my grasp
now I wonder if it was real

a cast of hundreds should be here
in some ways I sense them near
by physical form and moving grace
time is shifted, my place in space

through the faces of those present
I see the echoes from the past
they’d be older by quite a bit
now made younger in my presence

the music calls us to the floor
I’ll step between two worlds
once the bygone, now this instance
take my hand we’ll venture forth

there’s the soiree I’d like to share
a quick looks freezes time
confirming longing held to heart
they’re only copies, facsimiles.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170523.

Vespers spoke behind the veil
in a language none shall hear
intoned with a natural flair
honeyed words flit to my ear

I would ask who spoke aloud
syllables I'd dare not speak
except I know it was myself
chorus to the Almighty's bliss

vestments decked my other frame
one or another, they were changed
though the latter was preferred
a holy cassock of many hues

the quiet pride of my expression
was condoned by the phantoms
just as real as myself
yet immaterial within the fog

these invocations disturb my day
when memory trips back to sleep
asking nothing in return
but promising much in verity

beauty sought is mercy's gap
no longer harboring safe respite
as the holy is made clear
behind the veil of fancied dreams.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180112.

Those that came before
shot by arrows and trapped by lures
forged the trails all now walk
without regard for the lost

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

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

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

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190722.

Tell the world I’ve put down my gun
retired to shadows away from charm
the limelight with due rewards
no longer calls to this fighter

I’m not seeking to make my mark
with prodigy to extend mankind
beyond generations yet to fade
but in their time all will expire

it’s not that bullets have run out
or that rust has seized the works
as the barrel is still strong
on the shelf these matter not

the powder’s state no longer counts
be it dry or gone to rot
when the pistol is set aside
to gather dust away from sight

no longer questing the fair coquettes
worthy foes to bring to bed
laying low with equal joy
companions sought for at least one time

now I leave to join the march
of past shooters without a cause
musketeers with only self
to pass the time without recourse.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170916.

Visibility has its place
a time to share who we are
alignment along the middle way
away from ends of left and right
desire comes in many forms
there’s not one template to explain
or the two that some embrace
instead the spectrum is in play.

Myths are spun by outsiders
made from dogma held in books
without a face put to words
it’s too easy to **** strangers
for encounters singly had
with a stamp ascribed by chance
by human nature had by all
on a segment now despised.

Against the stones of ignorance
and the scorn of similars
coming out is a choice
by the brave who bare themselves
this vision asks for nothing less
than acceptance given by
those on ends of left and right
calm assent of who we are.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170923.

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.

There is a hall in my mind
on each side there is a row
cherished thoughts of beauty’s mark
one in a thousand, many times

none were the same in their charm
be it outward or inward turned
all were attractive in of themselves
this I saw across the span

grade school was the first
loveliness in youth’s bloom
still this lingers on the wall
the most blessed, furthest off

in each year a few were added
beauty fixed to recall’s banks
fairness blessed in retention
only seen within my thoughts

their inclusion is not a statement
of romance or even friends
instead it is of predilections
comeliness in tribute’s realm

it’s even better if they are buddies
then I learn more of their life
all the foibles and the strengths
retrospection then most prized

celebration of God’s deeds
perhaps the others cannot see
it is their loss I suppose
these I capture in memory

there is no harm in recognizing
attraction honed by my desires
when the end is recognition
in the hall of my mind.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171004.

Ask the old ones if they remember
when the vans arrived in the night
taking those dismissed by God
I mean the one that rules this cruel world
the grievous sins of past monsters
brought to bear in time of Shoah
are duly marked in black and white
fading to gray in history’s light.

This is forgotten in modern times
as wise men believe there is a place
to speak with tongues of equal weight
to demons pouring from Sheol
skittering with considered options
torches held high to show their faces
these are the minions for the mighty
allowing the vermin to spread among us.

The wink and the nod from pulpit
covering the leader who has no sorrow
fear is the fuel for what has now bloomed
the poison fast spread, consuming the good
look to the world to ask what’s happened
the old ones would state the obvious
monsters have come from the shadows
the other God rules with night now closing.

2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180128.

Forgive me for my manic gaze
an obsession others may dismiss
when my words spill to page
sacrilege to the common man

when they look to their dismay
to my focus, what I write
of injustice to the few
or feeling pride in who am

one phrase may have a dozen sides
theirs and mine, why must we fight?
I’ll seen mine from past’s insight
others from dogma’s guiding light

while others will wonder why
I resist bless overtures
because to pilgrims I am lost
a sinner to their sanity

the manic gaze lingers still
in this last stanza I’m still lost
I’ll bid my time to share the world
with those who wish to save my soul.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170608.

If I close the doors during the storm
shutter the windows against the pour
provide no entrance save to myself
the sea would be to blame

two fathoms from taint of birth
chemistry wired in the wrong
from the elder falls the fruit
now waiting for the cancer

the basement will surely flood
the roof above will soon leak
is it no wonder why I exclude
visitors from the scene of the crime?

Four fathoms from the childhood
outsider voted the class clown
comments heard behind my back
so many whispers with no praise

don’t allow the blue to mislead your mind
the lack of clouds to say it’s alright
in my realm the hurricanes
blow day and night with no refrain

the last fathoms finally reached
neurotic says the diagnosis
no escape for you my son
this is forever until the end

I’ve heard the rest before you speak
umbrellas work for other men
they’re no help when my world
is six fathoms below the sea.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 2017031.

Moving pics on amber walls
projected others against my life
seeing new upon the old
wondering how the two enfold

resin has the past enclosed
shelves with items, closets stuffed
trinkets yellowed in gold
always there, yet separate

present asked to share its space
with the ghosts always there
there stand the silhouettes of loved ones
stamped in hazel’s surrounding grasp

history’s stamp is still there
a tranquil prison out of touch
this is said as a prayer
I’m still here in its wake

masking cause, blurring lore
reactions made are not my own
against the amber I exist
extension of what came before.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170604.

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.

Resignation wears a mask
to hide the sadness deep inside
I'll tell you of the disconnects
between two lands, separate shores

making merry for the world
if only the interior was the same
the intimate is soul’s poison
while joy is the disguise

satisfaction is the outward face
see the smile presented there
the true feelings crave the dark
veering from the telling light

please assure that you're all alone
before disclosing what’s in the core
passions are locked away
when they conflict with the world.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170629.

The wall's tall enough to block my sight
ramparts of stone hiding past's domain
stretching for mile into the distance
that land I've left so far behind
with monuments of fates I'd forget
still awaits slumbering behind the wall

this barrier imagined boldly in my mind
no impediment to the rest of the shared world
stands solid against the therapy
with razor wire to stop temptation's curse
enticements offered by a nostalgic heart
I have no desire to reopen the ragged cuts

each spawns anxiety with harsh demands
I must end my life if the barricade fails
falling to earth as the bullet impacts flesh
so the barrier must be maintained
lest the monsters consume what I have left
each block held in place with fear of life

these phantoms mutter beyond the faint divide
spawned by a life that that never was
still I'll shudder in my huddled ball
this is the outcome mercy could grant
salving the wounds that still bleed
never to adventure but always safe.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180411.

The ropes spoke a separate tongue
whispered soft against limbs bound
an honesty denied by the world
their definition is the pure lie
those hardened chains are not freedom
responsibility spun from dire needs
it’s no wonder that escape is sought
in the twine spun to cord

agency released while still held
put aside by full consent
of both parties as knots pull
against the flesh desiring more
liberty springs from hunger felt
a strong desire to be bound
restriction giving so much more
as spirits lift beyond four walls

society would disagree
judge the bill and not the meal
as what’s bound for pleasure’s sake
becomes the bargain in the end
short release from true *******
that cage of life that holds us down
this brief illusion of escape found
as the ropes whisper liberty.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180416.

I dreamt of revealing more than most
in a bathroom with white tiles
a top a tub that held a friend
with whom I shared my ******

before I share more of the dream
I’ll tell you of symbology
ciphers of the inner self
against which scenes may be accessed

the restroom has a special place
in the twilight of my sleep
as relief is sought to let
what’s been held too long inside

then consider the liquid realm
emotion mirrored in water’s depths
to be released or be submerged
both revealed slumber’s eye

back to the vision of resting time
I stood exposed in company
of a partner in life’s struggles
with whom I’ve shared my inner self

it’s no surprise I was undressed
without desire to merge as one
in the flesh as lover’s would
when exposure had move beyond

in that place where secrets fell
questions answered without fear
mysteries solved in consultation
when hearts and minds chose to undressed

clothes will remain while in the waking
as the most private is exchanged
I’ll take that over beau’s embrace
instead the naked is who I am.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171002.

In this world I vacillate
between two poles of self-worth
one as small as a tick
another has me drive the bus
back and forth I twist in place
without foundation long under feet
pride is found in the bias
as doubts pile to find balance.

With the highs come the lows
bounced between confidence
thrill of living on one hand
an end is sought to compensate
if I’m swept to fall again
it would be normality
may I drift into the air
then fall to ground to try once more.

When the loudest ask for more
than I'm ready to put forth
I slink away to find my place
in the background away from fame
as the years push on by
I’m left again to flip the switch
on a life that’s run its course
this is my feeling in the dark.

I sometimes wonder why I try
to push the boulder up the hill
if my value is mismatched
to the effort of the task
with a vision of my impact
or a blindness of all things
where I stand in this world
is an angst deep in my soul.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170918.

Midnight seduction
before the twilight
the time of day
in disregard

surprising delight
replacing desire
attracting the lips
to make the same breath

fury unbidden
against all the odds
warmth leaps from flame
to melt a cold heart

form moved to rhythm
brawn meeting same
smooth flush to firm
then turned around

craving expressed
in dead of the night
light of the day
shares the same lust.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170904.

I once viewed anger as a coin
the trespass I could spend
against a world that seared my soul
and in response to boundary's breach
I'd fling arrows with flaming ends
striking down my enemies

the world would burn in response
cinders laying hot on the ground
to the affronts hurled my way
I'd scorch the planet to the stone
take the innocent with the vile
in an effort to survive

the rage of God would not compare
that righteous hand exacting toil
on the sinners I've declared
they will suffer tens times more
then one hundred to soothe my rage
asking only that they may die

anger lives in my soul
a demigod born within
seeking ruin on all my foes
now the wastes are my abode
destruction granted by Satan's wish
granted then as anger's coin.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180501.

When I compare myself to you
my self-esteem sets to scream
cataloging what you can do
against the skill set of this one
in the past we knew the same
roughly equal in art expressed
in that moment we were matched
yet still you shot for greater things.

A wide world called you out
offering riches you could learn
by the teachers who saw your worth
bending knee to bring you up
to your credit you’ve worked hard
striving daily to improve your craft
with a focus that’s future bent
while my focus has been elsewhere.

Recognition has come at last
for you my friend, not for me
while I stand to mark the past
the future is now yours to grab
now your partners are the best
with every move at world class
a simplest flourish is proof of God
perfection granted to human kind.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170529.

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.