A single night becomes the hinge
moving past the commonplace
with a sight that deviates
from the norm that most embrace

beyond the drone of the days
where conformance brings dismay
put aside in truth’s pursuit
of relevance by joy’s display

testimony of what should be
imagined in the realm of dreams
realized without regret
then voiced to others as consequence

the promise made stakes a claim
‘if only this were every day”
now gods have heard the call
in depths of night to the beyond.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191005.

The monster patiently bides its time
knowing events will coincide
to release them from their cage
exact a vengeance with certain rage

not with a voice that roars above
the crowd assuring all is well
instead the words are whispered tones
slicing deep when one's alone

insisting that the end is near
there is no connection with close peers
instead the fiend cruelly states
escape is assured when you're dead

this left-hand path that most deny
is the monster's greatest lie
foisted on the victim's mind
when the monster bides its time.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200206.

To merely feel would be enough
this is the desire above all else
status quo denies this need
thus the masses seek release

the placebos of yesterday
no longer satisfy to the dismay
of those chasing the next fix
wishing something more than bliss

the alternative is equally sought
though adherents would surely balk
stating discomfort is not the same
it’s about the shift in the brain

one or the other is enough
the best part of life’s true drug
slipping away in aftermath
then more is sought to cure the sad.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200202.

Monsters walk the earth in your name
with flocks aligned without shame
to the masters born of men
thought to speak without sin

by declarations the die is cast
to ensure the cause will last
beholden to only power’s grab
there is no difference between good and bad

it’s not enough to serve the day
instead the masses are asked to pray
that generations will feel the yoke
now condemned by the words spoke

faded edicts stooped with age
cherry-picked to the dismay
of targets not of the flock
those decried to matter not.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200211.

Once I tell you who I am
the world will still revolve
same as before truth came out
oh so small in breadth of time
shocking secrets become numb
inadequate to stir the heart
volume turned down to zero
against the thunder of mankind

this pin ***** of my flesh
imagines rivers as result
drowning those in the way
not yet scrambled to high ground
only drops are squeezed forth
imbued by all I am
now brought low when I compare
veneration of the world's toils

participants in my charade
honored guests of the sham
witness the grand unveiling
it's all trite in dull hindsight
when the other dramas reign
as important as what I betray
so much more considering
their expiry is more than mine

put aside my revelations
they matter not on the whole
pass me yours if you insist
I'll honor struggles of my friends
none of this is permanent
just a drop in our loves
ripples marking this passage
yours and mine in breadth of time.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180205.

They said beauty was only pain
suffered so the looks would shine
this seems suspect on the whole
when reasons sought are exposed
with the good comes the bad
a contract struck has a price
address the before drop the walk
to the edge of cliff’s height

the peaks climbed are depths to fall
to pin existence on frailty
of the splendor that may pass
when the years take account
Father Time is none too kind
exacting toil on the fair works
that Mother Earth has bequest
and humans sought to possess

this golden ticket opens doors
into lairs where monsters lurk
wanting only the fresh meat
desiring nothing beyond this treat
banality is creature’s spore
seeking what they do not have
feeding cravings deep within
succor from passing grace

expectations set for visual sake
what’s below matters not
when the surface is the glam
drawings eyes and tweaking hearts
evoking grief in its time
when all the bets are on red
by the fall or the trap
beauty held is only pain.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180615.

You were just another face in all my days
one more to which I'll have to say goodbye
from the other side of the one-way veil
when my final end is met on the long march

I've seen the young faces that give me hope
when those my age seem to deny the same
bitterness at what's been now lost to them
weighs on my heart while the saplings compensate

with those my age would seem to be my fate
though my world may appear different
angst becomes the companion I can't shake
when self owned loss is a shared malady

I've traveled on these roads far many miles
accumulated the dust heavy on my boots
now I long to lay down my heavy head
bidding your youth goodbye when I pass away.

2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170705.

They said that I would find
reason in contrary straits
to these ends I flung myself
****** by what was found

I sought perfection in the void
far beyond the mess of life
there was nothing to be done
when the vacuum filled my lungs

beauty was searched for in the dark
among the crags of startling height
cue the falls before I found
loveliness could be fetched

joy lurked in the hot fire
stinging all that hunted there
the gray ash was left of me
after flesh flowed from my bones

sanity waited beyond my reach
in perfection no longer found
broken far below the life’s grace
bliss lost to consuming flames.

2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180130.

An empty dance floor
the music has stopped
in time’s lonely halls
in this one today
I see in my mind
and feel in my heart
the reason I move
to celebrate life.

It’s found in the tunes
the moment is near
poised on the brink
again I’ll touch God
bring down the Heavens
where I was before
with angels as partners
to bliss this low earth.

The band takes the stage
hard silence will cease
a reason to live
returned once again
I’ll turn my face
to find new partners
my ears will open
to hear the bless notes.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170611.

Adornment comes in many forms
this step beyond nakedness
something more than garments hung
for the reasons of plain regard

decked upon a simple frame
once the base has been set
an exclamation is desired
to shift beyond boredom’s calm

wishing only to exclaim
loveliness in the bling
by the sparkle or color’s swath
splendor following this allure

beauty blessed for all to see
charisma worn as a prayer
the mantra of a greater god
when decoration is the charge.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191002.

Consider that time has not expired
there's still a chance to grow beyond
by the virtue of new intent
or the lapse of interest gained
to reinvent the whole package
in the breadth outside the now

a leap awaits the dedicate
brave enough to explore
pushing forward without regret
into realms not yet met
led only by a partial map
forming in the eager mind

without consideration of the past
what’s transpired matters not
the destination still unsure
when the future beckons forth
promises made beyond compare
with a joy that few now dare.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190602.

Recollection was on the path
from the thought of who we are
with the past as the route walked
to the now in front of us

then came mad gibbering
ghosts evoking their shrill cries
casting doubt on today
placing veils I must displace

resemblance asked against the whole
of those who came before
bears the fruit of tainted trees
when the judge is memory

a comparison to recall's fog
is less solid than clouds above
yet it's the measure to ones before
this norm for stating what will come

judgment granted against bygone times
the harm, the joy, the rest of life
disregards the blessed now
the only way of the future paths.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171018.

Apply the fetish with intent
or submit with bent desire
both are sides of the coin
paid to stoke the thankful *****
the once forbidden steps aside
to the path of craving’s want
asking only that all involved
play their part in the charade

predilection is the term
for what’s desired in the heart
a slight taunt of the world
to satisfy the steady burn
stoking fires by give and take
shunting shame in their wake
none shall regret the aftermath
when the culprits are ourselves

a shot follows the trigger pulled
two may play in this duel
maybe more if there’s a crowd
prompting hoots for much more
faint utility left behind
whispers of what was meant
and all that’s left is lust’s desire
that adherents won’t deny.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190310.

Turn the words to
state the mind
mold them to
explain the heart
without regard
for eloquence
except to state
the obvious

don't hide the light
from the world
the bushel basket
will not complain
when it shares
the truest parts
a soul brave enough
to expose itself.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190207.

Shadows remain of the largesse
boon of youth now well spent
replaced by a prize of the years
trade endowed by Father Time

once the lines were more straight
or untouched by gravity
curves blessed to remain
until the swap had been made

all I had was that frame
and promise of a future time
what I thought was poverty
was much more when I look back

now I look around the world
to see my friends who exist
in a realm in which I walked
now removed by a chasm’s breadth

gold arrived with the silver
some by the fool, the rest was blessed
if the latter could compensate
for the fading in my hair

I'll not complain too much my friend
this other boon is bird at hand
this clock moves forward only
the two in bush cannot return.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171025.

The time of youth in lost years
was a period just as real
as the ones experienced

by the young of today
repetition of the themes
echoes quietly in the halls

as the past is disbelieved
in the faces of the antiques
loves and losses took a toil

the stumbling steps to joy’s realm
are renewed once again
each endeavored with the same

as the period must recur
even though it seems absurd
look to the young to see the old
in due time they’ll return.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190226.

When the world is too much
a monster that will consume
the meager morsel is exhausted
now laying down to meet its end
a thousand voices would approve
this scourge removed for the good

attrition from hatred’s game
a sum desiring so much more
revelation is another stone
put upon the camel's back
with the company now deplored
an exit is sought to explore

little left at frayed ends
handed to the worse of fates
mostly for those left behind
and the future now incomplete
the illusion is often cast
of utility to the common man

a charade that falters now
when usefulness is obscured
let's not ascribe fault
for the creatures of the shade
they care not for the trivial
when their appetites are satisfied.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190611.

I’ll take the costume from the shelf
the garments I’m supposed to wear
put them on to match the role
play the stranger to my soul

cloaked in robes that conceal
the truer person underneath
this disguise does its job
with a price that destroys

I’m the master at this game
knowing what I’m to say
nod the head, evoke the phrase
spouting lies to fill the space

murmurs state the holy words
catechisms now perverse
when the whisper deep inside
denies the dogma as a lie

prisoner in this straight jacket
tailor made to fit the frame
by prior perception of the crowd
exacting wishes made to mold

I’ll genuflect in response
state the words masses want
while I wither deep inside
slipping further into the void.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180319.

Beware the nice guy of self repute
wearing sainthood like a cloak
atop the mask of feigned respect
for those considered likely prey
they'll gladly crush the miscreants
those who scorn the fair elegance
of a *** thought far too fragile
to stand upright against their toxic ilk

a mantra spills from slick tongues
forked while speaking calming words
a need to praise them without love
hold them safe in false respect
the rest of men are shown contempt
for the intimacy that's been withheld
heaped on others but not the pleasant
this wounded soul most would not touch

malice burns beneath the words
fueled by anger ill concealed
a hatred of those finding love
and the ones providing such
the nice guy misrepresents
a world view that seems contrite
asking grace to be granted
while damning love's true reward

we're all flawed in life's scars
the burnish gone by the years
a richness comes from old stains
met halfway when resolved
we've learned that polite is a farce
look instead to the rest
survivors that are made wise
to honeyed words in front of hate.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180417.

Proximity becomes the balm
welcomed shelter from the storm
when two people drop the walls
finding peace in their arms

when the space has given way
walls no longer separate
between the souls needing more
than the speech from vapid tongues

it’s more than body parts
slotting A to match B
fireworks in a moment’s bliss
then comes darkness afterwards

instead the fruit is more sweet
confirmation that we exist
this is forgotten even when
intimacy is only ***

in each moment of embrace
another waits beyond time’s veil
the supply that buoys lives
treasures found none can deny

the nearness fills my life with love
affirming I should stay above
when two people drop the walls
each finds comfort above all else.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180519.

I was waiting until the time
that purpose stated why it was
that people walked into my life

a question mark is applied
to the intention that god planned
when hello asks for more

each mystery is then guessed
with assumptions incorrect
for the bulk of faces met

with the span of ‘hate’ to ‘love’
each emotion possible
with some preferred nonetheless

thus every journey is begun
without knowing the outcome
when relations are resolved

still the wheel will have its laugh
a chuckle found at my expense
denying knowledge that I may find

when each person I may meet
a panoply of consequence
will be all things in due time.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181206.

The holy counted seven
explaining man’s downfall
stacked as wood on the fire
that none dare to disclose
sly source of the vices
the hydra branching out
a monster all embrace
though one head may be king.

Passions are the tendrils
one found fertile ground
an inclination to evil
so say the sacred books
opposite of the virtue
contentment is its name
love invoked by purity
absent in my case.

Dare I share my shadow’s breadth
have you guessed it yet?
the heart that seeks wicked acts
if only in my mind
with fornication as a goal
******* outside of bonds
a harsh name for natural acts
body’s quest to find another one.

The other sins are not absent
we’re only human as molded earth
tainted mortals one and all
each with their own fallen goal
many books may be written
sordid tales upon all men
I’ll add mine to the mix
poetry of the tarnished soul.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170827.

Womanhood lays beyond
the half-measures circumscribed
by the ones without designs
gifted by the realm of birth
this is the statement some embrace
building walls around themselves

that secret garden securely kept
from interlopers that may transgress
pretenders are surely ******
by biology and not desires
no matter what may be felt
the physical is quite enough

identity is deemed a lie
the trick evoked by Satan’s spawn
with the gatekeepers keeping guard
against intrusion that would end all
the greatest comfort is with the known
femininity inside four walls.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190315.

Floods evoke emotion’s depths
a deluge churning fixed sediments
no longer staid in aftermath
as roiled passions demand address

surges flowing outside of banks
normally holding feelings at bay
those channels bound to sanity
unable to gutter the craziness

lunacy at any other time
is transformed by the tide
now arousing awareness born
on the waves beyond the norm

a cleansing realized after the fact
during the flushing one vacillates
demanding an end before flood
renews a life with fresh resolve.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200207.

Once they took all they could
mocking God with each sin
pretending that he gave favor
to appetites of the flesh

greed for what's near at hand
disregard for human rights
even those held by those we love
all is forgiven in power's realm

alliances become the deity
put on altars of consequence
invoked with a knowing wink
liturgy of lust's conquests

when decorum would exclude
manners held by dogma's rules
the club is formed by the men
boys at heart with thirst to quench

forever lost to Satan's grasp
forgetting to salve the troubled mind
moving forward on the path
towards a judgment or to death

hoping the secrets will remain
beneath the mantle of power's lies
fearing sins, once par for course
will see the to light, evoke the fall.

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

Wisdom dwells in irony
with a whisper or roar’s decree
demanding space beside the grace
of hope demanded before the grave
what should be is now the bane
of existence that could explain
why the gods became such jerks
when fair winds were observed

perhaps the drama is not their own
these deities from above
when mere mortals become bored
then move the goalposts afterwards
the gridiron is soundly ******
both the players and the game
are assumed to be flawed
at the sound of half-time’s call

still the masses take the field
rally round the master’s throne
heedless of the whispered jest
that their Lord is now undressed
look to the child to see the truth
the fantasy is disabused
it matters not against decree
wisdom dwells in irony.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190430.

Before the curtain moves upward
revealing those who stand behind
the frowns must turn around
take the form of plaintive smiles

with rigamortis as a guide
fixture set against the glare
a statement made for all to see
this cruelest act of mimicry

imagine there are cursed souls
who show the same without the goal
of persuading the gathering crowd
that left is right and up is down

still the show must go on
step to the curtain before the lights
reveal the actors with parts to play
conformed to joy while in dismay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191111.

Solitude takes only one
it's enough for a life
that's the voice that does me harm
whispering lies of loneliness
stating words I only hear
asking calm to numb my pain
antidote to life's hard knocks
a cure for affliction's curse.

No walls may be seen
because there is a gulf
on which nothing may stand
a void for the solitary
the silence is all I need
false narrative of misery
encamped in privacy
retreat from the gathering.

An alternative must be found
in travelers of same paths
to occupy empty holes
in order to save a soul
from worst of destruction's taint
corruption self-invoked
looking to the outside
to find much more than one.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170816.

Relief is marked in sheltered gaps
visits on the other side
from the nightmares ever present
awaiting in the other hours
I walk to realms of tempered gloom
though the sun may shine above
here my dreams are the escape
from the presence of dismay.

**** this path that stretches on
gibbering shadows push on every side
I'll take illusion in madness’ stead
if reclining is a choice
substance craves due consequence
I'd supply this with all haste
if my hand were allowed
to have free reign to ease the pain.

Then the voice of sanity
companion to a wider world
begs for same as the day before
one with continuance as reward
escape must come if I'm to last
I wish this were a fairy tale
so I'll struggle until I rest
to find my shelter in the gaps.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170926.

Rally the jesters around the king
those sad buffoons of last remit
pretending manners of diplomats
feigning a purpose that's not mad

nobody knows if they're serious
embracing a role that none should seek
these soldiers sent to **** themselves
lest their liege be condemned

this defense of a tyrant for power's sake
look at the clowns as the gears
turning round without regard
only knowing this is to be their fate

temptation met the Lord by wilderness
******* was the gift rebuked
don't ask the jesters for the same
their duty lays in the king's domain.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191210.

A new me at decade’s start
this was the new year’s prompt
the gentle nudge at the first
demanding change as the result

transformation is then assumed
against this press of latitude
moving towards the north or south
away from tropics of the past

those balmy realms evoking life
result in doldrums of measured strife
just enough to feel alive
while plans are made to survive

holding still while dusk descends
the year becomes another day
parity found between the pulls
beginnings lost in life that’s full.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200102.

I meet the longed consequence
imagination of what cannot be
passion misplaced once again
reminding me I’m still alive

the molded clay betrays its source
imperfection raised to walk above
even while the passion awakes
reducing me to crave too much

perhaps I’ll forget what I feel
it’s no good you simple fool
memory fails as a refuge
to drive away the taint of lust

when the emotion is the primal drive
dictating what I’ll disregard
and what begs to be seen
though this damns eternal souls

they say this was meant to be
but now I will not procreate
ashes remain in the pit
not as dead as they should be

hot desire remains in the end
dispassionate calm swept aside
with one servant held to heart
reminding me I’m alive.

Some people face it for a year
or a week here and there
bringing life to its knees
then they're back on their feet
sanity returns to the hands
instead of slipping like the fog
hiding that I genuflect
a position I’m doomed to keep.

The power of positive
focusing on life beyond the fog
the life preserver tightly grasped
questing ground beyond the frowns
that’s assuming there is land
not the void inside my mind
mist defying certain gains
against the future I seem to dread.

Here’s the greatest gap I see
that span of years in difference
theirs of decades two or three
mine of half a century
when the darkness walks beside
the sole constant, not quite a friend
instead of the sad transient
I face the cloud more than a year.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170912.

Echoes are all that’s left
prompting thoughts of concern
asking more than life will share
portends silent at time of need

footsteps only I can hear
heartbeat tapping on my heart
in their wake the dust remains
evoking doubt in response

so many outcomes out of sight
scripts ascribed to low and high
cries imagined from the pits
or the laughs lift to the clouds

wondering where they may be
under gaze of morning’s sky
bearing witness while I cannot
hopeful echoes in my mind.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170914.

My inner demons tell me secrets
riddles of my inner strife
now revealed to seal my doom
that I plunge into the dark

none of these are the truth
fabrication spun from sin
separation from the holy
is the goal of miscreants

whispers of a pending doom
imagined in their fevered minds
asking me to join the chorus
damnation set as the refrain

crushing skies have yet to fall
I have time to turn away
no longer heeding cries of imps
step from gulf of Hell’s domain.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170915.

Face from an age consumed by the past
echoed in dreams that taunt here and now
recalling the tension that ushered the end
to the missed friendship no longer alive

again I am visited by the chill haunt
walker of dreams aped in my mind
reminding me of the painful discord
creating a gulf with no end in sight

during the dreaming I saw how it is
nectar of kindness offered to all
except to this one, the witness had naught
instead a cold chill was sent to my heart

I persisted to get a few words
in past night trances they vanished with none
I was rewarded, a small victory
though it was empty, void of much love

there are some pictures that mark fellowship
more clear than old memories, faded by years
fodder for visions in still of the night
all I have left, now that they’re gone

I’ve fallen so far from past harmonies
when friendship had blossomed decades ago
now I have dreams that recall the one
the star of the three, far from my side.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171128.

The distance of a single inch
is the same as miles bewitched
by the magic that separates
one from another’s intimates

that void defined by purity
approved by society
those pesky ethics that conflict
with the drives of the itch

those urges most consider base
put in the closet of the id
propagate nonetheless
as the core of humaneness

these desires are thus denied
even as the lust multiplies
with no outlet to transcend
the distance of a single inch.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200110.

Excuse me while I art the day
perform the tasks some call play
by writ of pen or palm of hand
producing pleasure many rue
don’t measure craft against minutes
what’s been made is trivial
papers made to rule the world
the hallowed part of nine to five.

The muse does not promise much
than to prompt ideas to bloom
with few profits to bank before
efforts toiled before the show
when compared to nine to five
creation moves by different rules
manifesting both terror’s face
and sheer beauty that all relate.

Into this realm you may walk
assume a distance during rants
unless you relate with my pain
or dance the same with glee’s delight
please take my hand if you will
we’ll journey forth to pass the time
creativity will show the way
excusing us to art the day.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170806.

Companionship is an excuse
ready made to justify
exploration outside of realms
based on rules inside of books
one with another to comfort
is the path for much more
when the gate has been passed
there’s little chance of turning back.

What may follow is sovereign
from the framework most engage
though you’d find a larger group
if honesty breached closed doors
b should follow letter a
instead the x is found in three
just sweet solace becomes much more
as fabric walls drop to horn’s blast.

Flesh to fetish is the draw
a will-o-wisp assuring much
when the hole cannot be filled
outside of base anatomy
this novel land is not the cure
to visit once is not enough
this is the trap shared with drugs
beware the promise that does not come.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180422.

Curiosity begs advice
from those involved in my life
asking who I seem to be
in this shared reality

I’d prompt the diverse souls
those who stand with fierce resolve
in face of terrors that most dismiss
the testimony of waking dreams

between online and in the flesh
I present what I feel
though it may differ were we meet
I’m restrained by courtesy

there are masks that must be worn
to calm the nerves of a world
dogmatic in their restriction’s grip
not ready to meet the true me

if I ask, please share your mind
the resolution is killing me
seeing all and knowing none
lost in the maze of mirror’s haunts

I’d like to know if I’m mad
a danger to all mankind
or if I’m worthy to walk among
those with vision beyond the herd

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170730.

Pardon me while I put down my wings
scorched by contact with the sun
fortune smiled to pardon sin
now I’m estranged from the sky
they no longer function as designed
artifact of my father’s hands
pressed to service in storied past
now a memory in the labyrinth.

A life was spent amongst the clouds
vanished before by jaded eyes
backdrop assumed as I flew
now far above my fallen state
within the reach of my hands
that forevermore too short-lived
stands eternal above the earth
while I scuttle so far below.

You may ask what was my sin
flying too high for my good
I’d only nod in reticence
implore the query to search my mind
the highs and lows sought me out
best to worse of humankind
with the middle a safe retreat
no longer wanted as I soared.

I dodged depths of water’s grave
instead I turned to the heat
now I’m in the island maze
wandering from discarded wings
returning now to the end
the Minotaur will soon be fed
if only I could rise to glide
take safe flight above the ground.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171104.

Permanence becomes a trial
stacked with a jury same as the judge
both demanding a punishment
damning grounds of steadiness

the courtroom has one crowd
wearing masks that look alike
while spectators are kept outside
until the verdict is handed down

two alternatives by the law
stated from the Devil’s script
either life in solitude
or a quick end by turpitude

with no defense in this courtroom
the decree will be applied
adjudication found at last
by the accused upon themselves.

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Arrows taken for the ones
kept safe behind the walls
wounds accepted for other men
sacrifice for a higher goal

they're not yet ready to be exposed
to unkind eyes with malice borne
ill intent and hateful hearts
this is how they will relate

I seem to have less to loose
this is untrue in my life
as consequence could destroy
fragile structures I hold dear

still I walk in the public sight
an example for all to see
the measure of my fervent cause
or a question of my sanity

the cause pulls on my soul
a minority against the whole
demanding equality
respect from authority

the arrows may fall to earth
humanity in all its flaws
still there is hope for them
to come out from the walls.

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Distance found is freedom gained
no one caring about my fate
when the day arrives at last
I'll slip away, find my peace

in that wake the world will shrink
the spaces closed when I'm gone
where now I see empty space
that's where attention will be paid

in the deeds, dissecting words
all these clues left behind
stating why I chose to run
still mysterious if understood

it's the malady in my head
now neurotic in my old age
with connections to childhood
blossoming rich, sowing ruin

now I'll take the distance found
though illusion, it's my grace
an excuse to wreck the world
that didn't ask for this reward.

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Beauty haunts me with a twist
predilections defying grace
one embraced in the whole
the other sorted to impress
I'll speak to each in their turn
former being all loveliness
latter being less that this
in words that are oblique.

First the former, eros plain
holy land across the void
with the gap that I'll not cross
limitations are preset
all the curves delight my mind
each is splendid on its own
the vessel asks for no decrees
as if perfection blooms within.

The latter is the prison
one in which I am trapped
for too many years contrived
to live out life's falsehood
I'll thank the warden for comfort
vast reward in social gains
then anger spawns all too hot
seeing lack in opposite.

Perhaps that's why I resent
what I see in mirror's face
enemy seen more than friend
an inverse to wakened dreams
loveliness as the hint
pointer to the path I'd take
if the world could reverse
bring me the beauty I desire.

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The forests stretch in reverie
the breadth misplaced in scenery
while the trunks impede a view
of infinity inspired by the muse

supplying secrets in honesty
treasures piled for one to see
while a plot is always birthed
to disregard what's been learned

there is no witness except the self
wandering on the winding trails
never ending except when rest
is disturbed by wakefulness

arbors lost to memory
when consciousness lifts from sleep
paths found are put aside
when the green blinds the mind.

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I long for clouds in the sky
a haze to obscure the sun
the yellow orb kept out of sight
total dark is held at bay
sight reduced by the sky’s firmament
while the land forgets its name.

The extremes would be no more
no brilliance pressed to amaze
or shade to lure terror’s breath
in this realm I’d take comfort
that mortals may scurry forth
without the lord to judge their world.

I’ll live my life in my way
angelic hosts are blinded
as their justice is escaped
until the clouds are no more
once again the fire’s restored
to rule both the high and low.

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There are two ways this could go
when the measure has been resolved
of whether nature moves to shock
or boredom is the end result

shame is assumed without proof
humiliation only found
with a result that mortifies
death by variety that fills a life

while reality says otherwise
tedium becomes the norm
apathy fills the void
when existence is switched about

the latter is the sad result
embarrassment put aside
in diversity the truth is known
comparisons become too trite.

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I danced with eyes fully shut
on the edge of life’s crevice
in the arms of the one
who risked it all to join the fun

the depths were ten thousand feet
promising doom upon impact
or an inch if I’m honest
still the act was filled with fraught

failure was part of the jaunt
always there as an option
with the promise to instruct
those who knew that life could turn

just like the moves to and fro
not all of them will properly flow
knowing truth should prevail
the breadth evokes consequence

some will falter by disconnect
others by the straying touch
as the partners move about
with shared intent in the dance

fully closed asks so much
perfection in failure’s grasp
crossing bridges that connect
one to another without regret.

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The clock counts the minutes passed
waiting until the one that's last
with the destination surely known
where's the harm to hurry on?

a fretful end is never twice
only once may lightning strike
as the way will surely lead
to very worse of destinies

this roll of dice from above
set by gods by turn of luck
they must know the turn of trick
that fateful path life will pick

jokers meet the snake eyed twins
now the song will play again
with omens sent as clear signs
the chime announces closing time.

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