I'll leave this world to you
the full breadth of latitude
and the stretch of longitude
this is bequeathed to the resolute
those who stood against the storm
bending when all others broke
the survivors with reserves of hope
now the time is of your own

all you review from mountain tops
this legacy left by those who broke
is the remittance for their sins
lest you feel cheated as a consequence
the just rewards for those who loathed
wishing others would be destroyed
now their desires have come to pass
into forevers meant to last

the others may sift the dust
this is what we are to return
some the sooner than others left
behind to wonder about mistakes made
each will take their inheritance
handed down from right to left
marking passage to the beyond
a world now left to be resolved.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200203.

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.

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.

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.

Perfect honesty could be my end
as the beginning is finally sought
asking to be taken seriously
between revelations none shall believe

the greatest risk is not attack
it’s instead to be sent away
an alien beyond love of expressed
in deserts found where souls die

asking notice by flagrant means
when the stage invites detours
from safe roads lined with chains
when in the distant the rainbows gleam

these fruits are born on sheltered trees
clustered orchards remove the freak
requesting safety when mirrors show
alike few discerning same

pools of assent are what I seek
being wanted for who I am
it’s not that I must love myself
I wish instead that I’m desired

acceptance is the best defense
prompting numbness as I present
glimpses of growths behind the veil
integrity asking for compensate

here is the danger I represent
asking notice by flagrant means
verity flapping from self-owned tongue
abetting the world to bear witness

the void is never completely blank
there are creations by God’s hand
that flow together when honesty reigns
no longer serious but all too real.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180201.

I went to sleep, exhaustion child’s
the hot line jammed, no resort
the panic has run its course
at the start I still had hope.

Now a monster roams the world
success the measure, his driving aim
with masses lured by a frightened call
asking nothing, this they’ll have.

Against this backdrop our history called
when my friends turned to the dark
wanting security above all else
turned to fiends beyond the veil.

The decrees are the outcome
forced by a country wishing change
by the ambitious with dollar signs
carved in books, religion’s mark.

That past night they didn’t care
who had won, which one departed
this was the thought by the dismayed
now I sleep, wishing the same.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170505.

Kiss the women, love them dear
caress the men, hold them close
to each there own in love’s enchant
connection is the sole account

charisma comes in many forms
it’s not in boxes with tall walls
gender seen is not the grade
nor expression is the gauge

biology is the base of life
not a barrier to stop a love
the x with same and also y
touching either can be blessed

identity may have its say
the plumbing separate from the mind
with the outcome made as beautiful
with integrity just like the cis

expression has its own world
fluid between the then and now
the best of all may fold the frame
of a person declaring grace

the soul at play is the divine’s gift
spectrum’s allure is my draw
to kiss the women, caress the men
and all so many in-betweens.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170506.

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.

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.

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.

Explanations in aftermath
those attempts to demarcate
complexities beyond recall
from explanations quickly found

the simple answers fall away
then swirl around to obfuscate
saying less than most expect
jabbering without intelligence

that true knowing defies the grasp
of pundits stammering consequence
the buzz of flies has more to say
when clarity suffers in dismay

those puzzles of humanity
damning all with words to say
the cause defies narration’s balm
variation befuddling thought.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191213.

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.

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.

I wish I could sketch the beauty seen
or take a picture that would preserve
the scope of all I've witnessed here

my life is experienced in splendor's realm
in my mind I am the unworthy visitor
an intruder walking halls I should leave

the presence of form and nature is too much
for this child with fragile feet of clay
with tools that fail to portray the grace

so here I am in my journaled quest
to express what cannot be told
the indescribable that I adore

I will capture what I'm allowed
by turn of phrase or photo frame
to show the world how it's blessed.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170622.

I wandered far to find myself
exercised my questing self
seeking what I did not have
in far fields on journey’s path

the seas were wet as well as deep
waves both valleys and mountain peaks
across these roads my boat did flow
the passing depths not journey’s end

deserts stretched too far to see
hot to cold as sun revolved
above to sky and then to earth
yet there I did not find the goal

the forests held more than trees
animals stalked my careful steps
eyes shone back by campfire’s light
silent witness to secrets kept

man’s fair cities rose to the sky
while sinking far under earth
knowledge held by my cohorts
where found hollow in false light

a lifetime spent questioning
what I was as I searched
the miles as witness to the hunt
across the lands my feet quested

in the end I finally found
the elusive spark contained
I was a product of the journey
life was about where I looked.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170814.

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.

I asked the gods how I could pass
remove myself from life's path
step away at long last
to find a peace beyond the pain
they replied with sage advice
though the tone had my voice
still I looked to their words
seeking knowledge for a cure

"first step away from the rest
become the speck that no one sees
by the lack of showing up
fade away like the fog
the pain you hold is your own
nobody cares in their joy
happiness spreads across the land
hold the anguish deep inside"

"in the second become the heel
disregarded where once you shined
for in that praise the focus holds
like the anchor on the shoals
disappoint with small drops
dissuade the care others have
for your efforts then maligned
eroded by noxious acts"

these somber gods had their say
planning how I could withdraw
their dulcet words found fertile soil
with the promise I so longed
once I'm gone none shall cry
when I'm wiped from memory
or cursed for what I reaped
the sole response is a shake of head

a broken specter of past promise
no longer seen in the light
put out of mind lest I taint
records acclaiming purity
this end result becomes the goal
the strategy now set in place
I'll step away by stealth and stain
to find the peace I desire.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180614.

I apologize to the world
for imperfections they endure
while I struggle to commit
to the covenants in which I’m snared

righteousness flows so easily
assurity of what should be
demands put the lesser folk
this servant jumps when provoked

to find favor with masters' wish
remedies must be put in place
no room to deviate
from requests a world dictates

failure is the final way
invertible by fate's mandate
leaving me with little fare
to support my flawed discourse

the positive is an accident
recognition is the mistake
aberrations that I dismiss
just wait until I fall again

then there are the skeletons
rows in closets I keep barred
from the eyes that would denote
failings not overlooked

there is one fix that will resolve
the chain of errors I evoke
while it's the greatest of them all
at least it bring this to an end

this is my hope before I go
the parting gift of a pained soul
a last apology for all mankind
'I'm sorry' done one more time.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171115.

They’ll tell you I’m insane
another loser to be swayed
by the wizards of the world
wishing dogma to be word

sorcerers of the first rank
seeking others to entrance
decided by folly’s path
turned from grace at the last

madness is the circumstance
allowance given to illusion’s cast
into the glamour this one steps
wishing sanity to surely last

still the voices will exclaim
lunacy may yet be gained
if the magus has their way
another loser to be swayed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191202.

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.

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 game was rigged from the start
if times spanned are a start
assuring all will be conned
to play along as if lulled
this was the theory of the top
steadfast in their beliefs
now wondering why the calm is broke
as the tremors are perceived

'why rock the boat?' is their reply
to anguished screams from below
begun as whimpers beneath a gag
now fully voiced in aftermath
a thousand injured in the forefront
with a million close behind
each with a tale of their own
tragedy mounted against the crown

still the kings are sanguine
nothing changed at the end
this desire to stand upright
while the structure begins to shake
countless hands grip the beams
wishing only to topple them
bring the tyrants to their knees
for abuses they'll not admit

excuses tossed as a last defense
declarations of false intent
pretending to know innocence
as blood stains guilty hands
vanquished at long last
their victims take the stage
warning others to not ascend
lest this fate recur again

now the game has been renewed
the small hopes are disabused
as new tyrants build their spires
regardless of what has lapsed
perhaps one day these to will fall
if lessons are kept close to heart
nobody is above the law
when castles topple to the ground.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190518.

I’ll wear new wings as a lift
to the heights I’d like to fly
a rainbow spread I can’t deny
when my soul takes glad flight

these realms diverge from the norm
when compared to other souls
if the measure is reserved
to the binary most people know

feathers fall to mark the earth
shed now against new growth
arc of color with shades of gray
the wage of age does not dismay

an explorer with intent
to open doors that are denied
if the structures are allowed
to restrict alternatives

a box exploded to include
expansive heights high above
become enough to explore
spectrums spread across the sky

exploring realms as I seek
a definition that finally fits
like the wings I’ll spread wide
finding self in polychrome.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181229.

Listen my friends that have been bit
or merely scratched by suspect ones
vectored beasts that may carry
hydrophobia of dire consequence
the furry friends are a threat
the pain of rabies is too real
address it now or be doomed
it's not a joke cause then you'll die

the lagomorphs are immune
these are the hares and small rodents
you're not of this ilk so contend
with the shots that medicate
immunoglobulin will be first
then four doses of vaccine's *****
across two weeks the pain will press
around the wound or in deep muscle

if this path is not followed
as the sickness takes its toil
the last chance to fight the scourge
named after the town of beer
a quick coma then lots of drugs
it's not effective and dangerous
not recommended by authorities
don't put yourself in this place

so please bend to doctor's care
get your shots in quick recourse
the alternative is quite bad
paralysis and mortality
you're my friends I'd like to keep
alive and walking straight upright
get your shots even if you feel
like you'll die as you heal.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180412.

Just say no to kitten huffing
euphoric hit that ruins lives
it's a path that led to doom
addiction to rice pudding
resist the urge for plush fur
seeking fragrance locked within
it's source of all sin
that covenant broken in past times.

The holy books has it wrong
an apple was not the fatal charm
instead a feline was the lure
for sin to enter mankind's heart
the lying serpent spun his lie
furry kitten held in hand
'it's not right for the boss
to keep nirvana for himself'.

The temptation lay in fur
for the fragrance trapped within
dulcet notes that were forbid
became the knowledge not meant for man
the rest is history to our chagrin
an end to goodness all bemoan
even as the addicts claim
they find God by breathing deep.

Never mind the hairballs coughed
or the new fear of any dogs
the transgression that's ****** us all
is still pursued by high and low
in plush enclaves of the rich
or dank hovels behind closed doors
Lucifer laughs as the trapped
breathing misdeeds into life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180414.

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.

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.

Once the mighty played the field
floating high above all men
vices seized to be absolved

the past had culture that defiled
assaults dismissed by ego’s boon
permission gave to monsters’ birth

power flexed for pleasure's sake
taken when the giving balked
rights discarded for delight’s harm

to take control was the goal
lorded over the smaller ones
wanting all and then some more

present day has now arrived
with tender wounds aching still
calling out the miscreants

authority tastes the bitter edge
justice in the public eye
the clay feet are now revealed

command cuts itself to heal
the fiends seen in mirror’s face
altars splashed with sacrificed

the mighty fall by gravity
no longer able to stand upright
when the sins have true weight.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171114.

Sing a canticle to wind
the storied words wrapped in hymn
carried on currents none may see

unroll the story for all to hear
by the concealed that topples hills
forces unleashed on tongue of praise

acclaiming with music also unseen
this combination of the veiled
a whispering shout seeking truth

believing nothing may exist
echoed by the utterance in transit
extols the breadth of everything.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181222.

They allowed that I was flawed
then still showed affection’s grace
a kiss to cheek before more
the same to lips as my heart soared

in that dream a joy was found
something more than lustful thoughts
stirrings felt above the belt
hope returned at last to mind

bless connection beyond myself
appreciation behind the veil
evoking hope when I awoke
that life was more than waking angst

dispelling sadness with a thought
as sleeping visions are more real
than depression too long lived
imagined sorrow at last dismissed

I’d forgotten the pure delight
rapture found near at hand
when separation was put aside
that short time in shade’s domain

humanity favored by a haunt
it was myself by theory’s rule
a kiss to cheek before more
sanity retrieved when I awoke.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180707.

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.

Nobody’s a forest even if they try
to envision a green sea in their mind
unbroken in vast tranquility
the uniform considered as purity

standing as one against the sky
this is imagined to comply
with the wishes of distant gods
who see the whole as their flock

these fevered dreams deny the truth
this sea is made of single trees
verdant drops in an ocean’s depths
each with a life to reconcile

dividing self from the whole
allows the soul to truly roam
away from chains of the copse
the tree is left to stand alone.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200113.

My life resolved around the last
premise sought in precipice
when the end decides my fate
by the drink or the dance

what came before was the lead
flutist calling those who hear
presenting options as I proceed
following blindly as instrument

spinning gears in the machine
for the goal at the last ticks
clicking down as if in a dream
what’s beyond an interim course

these are the avenues I’m bequeathed
walking miles until that time
marking what comes in between
as the space before the end

a star shining in darkened sky
pointing downward as if to say
finality seeks to resolve
dearest wishes from the heart

now the last becomes the first
defined by my will to endure
passage sought to survive
until finality has arrived.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180616.

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.

Resignation comes with a smile
knowing all has been resolved
when the banquet celebrates
before the rest is permanent
the past gloom has been removed
a taint that none could abide
at last happiness fills the space
for a short time before the dusk.

A reticence will be present
hello-goodbye with some cheer
just the surface will be displayed
don't worry if this is the case
this defense is for the best
isolation demands this path
such that sadness may be detoured
from those hearts seeking more.

Still happiness is the goal
something more than past doom's show
exclaiming favor for all to hear
bravado shared in that brief time
a choice made of a path
brings cold peace to the heart
still distressed but with a goal
to depart at party's end.

Now the world has seen a smile
delivered as a parting gift
reconciling decisions made
against the need to circulate
a last toast to the crowd
ahead of shifting here to there
celebrations on this side
before the dark accepts a soul.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180829.

There was a time when I was young
years before the present time
when my interests deviated
from the life I now pursue

these fashion choices hold no shame
nor do my interests in culture’s realm
all are foundation to who I am
with these years as origin

Menudo was my favorite band
posters covering bedroom walls
Rickey Martin went to fame
on the love of favorite fan

Hello Kitty defined my clothes
jeans and polo found to match
sublime in pink with flowers pinned
or the bow put to my hair

Risky Business was my job
with revelation of bare skin
from the top to the bottom
stripping fame by fruit string things

last I’ll remark about my passion
for rocker eyes and pink hair
neon polish on fingernails
Cyndi Lauper was my twin

all of these contradict
the buttoned down chap you see
in the now I’m quite plain
looking back to time of youth

don’t show surprise at what I’ve shared
everyone comes from the past
with the loves they may not show
though in their heart they still exist.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180218.

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.

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Flesh pressed is joy's delight
in face of lonely plight
connection deciding the outcome
beyond existence of the norm

the drudge of simple amusements pale
against the drink of delights gained
enough to fill eternity
expired in minutes with none to blame

all too transient against the thorns
thickets journeyed to explore
seeking methods to indulge
another congress for the cause

the actual nature matters not
except to scratch the loneliness
provide the light to a torch
burning at the merest touch.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200131.

They asked me if I had a type
predicate for desire’s aim
that filter through which life strains
beauty in its purest vein

I responded that mirrors lie
while sight assures who I should be
reflections through imagery
assuring more than I enfold

evidence fits the puzzle’s face
repetition by each day
once again conviction states
it’s not madness to believe

in the end I may love myself
through surrogates of loveliness
statements of the sincere views
who I’d be if I were true.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180204.

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.

Another tick proceeds a tock
racing round the wakeful clock
even when I choose to sleep
the circles spun round again

gears within a quaint machine
given weight by fevered dreams
desiring high majesty
from a serf’s fantasy

moving from the here to there
going somewhere inside a maze
nowhere as a destiny
the greatest fear one may face

there must be a way to dare
affirmation of consequence
to the way I spend my time
that constant shuffle of mortal coil

some impact on the world
to account the time spent
serving either holy realms
or promoting hell on earth

an account to be had
against the years or seconds held
in the hands that juggle time
another tick proceeding tock.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180626.

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.

I’ve sought escape from the norm
in the space of torment’s fire
pressed upon by helper’s hand
bless release I’ll now admit

first the opening is put forth
a door opened into my world
defenses dropped to accept
distress controlled, a focused point

highlight broached to inter
for just a moment in between
the uninvited lesser wounds
supplanted by the purposeful

secondly the grief transcends
affliction wearing beauty’s face
or perhaps the same reverse
splendor following willing trial

partners working towards a goal
with final steps to ensure
sorrow turned to joy’s intent
what I’ll find is what I want

now the bliss at last arrives
woe transformed to fixate
on what lays beyond
escape found in the pain.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171123.

I'd forgotten how to live
as a sleep-walker in the din
shuffling feet against the noise
looking down instead of up
I'd thought the end had come before
this mistake made by God
that I was still too much alive
not interned deep in the ground.

The world still turned in its wheels
now two dimensional in detail
gray was the truest tint
while rainbows tempted me
so much to see with cold promise
that nothing warmed my numb hands
matched by a body I'd divorced
from pursuit of desire's course.

Then the flame filled my eyes
sparked the coals nearly ash
embers stoked I thought were dead
resurrected to burn again
now the chill is put aside
if only for a moment's blink
nothing more may come of this
still I welcome the brief respite.

The ego’s mind assumes control
reminds the spirit of its place
do not expect inferno's heat
outside of fleeting recompense
yet I'm reminded that I'm alive
still responding to passion's touch
with a statement that exclaims
I'm not dead, just getting by.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171027.

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.

Allow me to hum a tune
while we dance to music’s lead
sent by the muse with no strings
except to join as a chorus
song embarked on our romp
close enough to be heard

while the room is ignorant
of our blessing from our voice
two blessed souls lost to time
floating in our confidence
bubble found where we can soar
transcending sound vocalized

when small talk is not enough
we’ve crossed that bridge long ago
conversation turned to song
elevation of dialogue
synchronized the best we can
without training or practice spent

engaging with a pure intent
inspired by minstrel’s steady beat
accompaniment to joy’s wry glee
jester found inside of each
not a crooner in earnest
instead bliss celebrates

while we the key may be off
or the words be muttered forth
the intent is to embrace
celebration of jubilee.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180517.

I could whisper dire warnings
or scream to have the deaf hear
the result is same both ways
for the knowing and the numb
both show compassion for my plight
each struggles in their own way
to react with helpfulness
stop my hand from harmful end

ignorance is the best haven
of those who walk in lily fields
with a bliss of newborn babes
there is no blame for lucky ones
for in their hearts they can't relate
or understand the painful place
to speak to them will do no good
these caring allies with few tools

this contrasts with fellow kin
who exist in shades of pain
seeking exit that can't be found
except by ways that all condemn
they relate with torn flesh
attempts to end the torment felt
this gives no pill that cures the soul
instead reminder of lost hope

in the end I feel alone
standing next to idles hands
filled with camps that stand outside
my pool of shame with one desire
the clueless gawk at my wounds
while knowing look to see their own
the sum is nothing for this one
with screams and whispers for the world.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180219.

I'll write some words to be read
proof of existence before I'm dead
a simple act to state the case
this poet remains in the human race

attribution is required
lest the journey become mired
stumbling without outlets found
to mutter sorrow inside a frown

cloaked in couplets misconceived
as twisted cheer in rhyming play
structure more important than the pleas
couched inside floridity

verbiage adorned purposely
knowing few will perceive
what lays beyond asks a due
demands for final perpetude.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200129.

Solidarity takes a turn
the out to in evoking care
now more import than the past
with my life shifting gears

care for others impacts self
reward for effort amplified
as foundations are stiffened
against the storms amplified

allyship turned inward
connections bridged fill my world
affirmations sent to others
account for love given self

affirming more than a group
creates a space that is bless
for the one that was outside
is now a member of the club.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180303.

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.