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.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190307.

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.

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.

Forgive me for my angry thoughts
when you reached with good intent
the snarling comes from deep inside
reaction to the outreached hand

self-worth is a cringing beast
too long left to itself
shy to leave its secure lair
indulge in realm of company

comfort’s found in privacy
with no one there to complement
forcing angst to step aside
allow the esteem to come to front

when the invite is put forth
it’s no wonder that I bark
asked to relate to a world
with kinder thoughts than I indulge.

2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170703.

Madness lies on that path
outside the realms of the box
where ignorance falls to the facts
I’ll not suffer from this fate

words are held to defend
collection kept in a bag
selected when I’m attacked
comfort found in talismans

‘what of this thing in the past’
is my favorite I’ll trot out
once this was fresh and bright
now it’s tattered from overuse

‘this other person is more bad’
if only they still mattered
in the present they’ve dissapeared
no consequence as I retreat

‘squirrel squirrel squirrel’
look to dank past I embrace
all I have to save my soul
diatribe of mustiness

it matters not that people laugh
in sad pity of my state
I’ll disregard they whispered words
when my own are talisman

staleness marks my repertoire
it matters not when doors are barred
madness waits if I relent
from shaking past in future’s face.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180310.

They say the old must surely die
to allow the new to thrive
a sacrifice that bears new fruit
from the ash of kernels cast

the promise for the hopeful flesh
shed with cocoons in the light
a cheerful plan without regard
for the outcome that then transpires

this is the jest by the gods
revealed as the greatest lie
when the reverse is the truth
culminating in a hollow life

what may be new is no more
put aside before it’s born
rotting while the old conspires
to pretend that life will thrive.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190904.

Blue becomes monochrome
painted across a sad tableau
from one side to the next
except where public gaze applies

these flashes absent of the hues
is not enough to compensate
for the drowning in the sea
filled with azure of all degrees

still the remainder present a nod
a rainbow glittering sudden hints
presented with a knowing wink
as the mask is then denied

as the spectrum sadly fades
it’s not enough to compensate
when the sky has turquoise tears
blurred to gray in last dismay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190807.

I die inside before the whole
a gift of numbness does portend
finding peace within the void
hollow shell is left to spoil
calmness hides the inner screams
looking round at where I live
knowing there is so much more
than what I hold to my heart.

I’ll put aside the fleeting dreams
shining stars not meant to be
by the virtue of circumstance
or my lack to reach beyond
both will leave me in this room
with one as nature’s turning wheel
the other fully on my head
together shunting prospect’s bless.

Reality asks for its due
bankrupting dreams with a check
dollar signs same as hope
the wallet emptied at its request
there’s nothing left to spend
my value reduced to only dust
swirling through darkened halls
enclosed within this living tomb.

Dispassioned deadness is my home
residence feeling like a jail
watching time slip away
wondering why I’m not dismayed
when there’s a roof above my head
shelter taken in cold stillness
bars arrayed on window sills
here I’ll stay with no escape.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170820.

The itch is less than constant pain
not enough to cause a moan
but always there in misery
asking balm to cure the ill

that static humming on the nerves
stripped to wires sparking hot
the echoes sound at all times
a dirge to state illusion's cast

the glow perceived in manic flush
wishing less than consequence
perhaps the crowds can’t conceive
a state beneath that asks too much

at the price of sanity
a rage suppressed against the need
questing for the medicine
applied to scratch demanding deeds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190831.

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 invoke the rule of threes
first the beginning and then the end
connected by the spirit’s breath
speaking words birthed from truth

reflections found in fairy tales
once upon to journey’s course
shamrocks whisper what could be
in the fields now forgotten

these triangles spoke of power
too much fortune is a curse
certain lack begets great wealth
to be lost when once it’s found

by the fall the crone remembers
who they were before the mother
innocence in distant past
a maiden asks to live again

rebirth is found in ritual’s breadth
what was born must coexist
with the life that leads to death
spirit passing to dwell again

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180301.

Look to history to know the tale
the sum of what came before
when a single act can't explain
the reaction from the crowd
the slight should not enact
cries of anger then expressed
except when the breadth is seen
of the pain the wounds inflict

the pinprick made in jest
or the statement meant to quip
both convey so much more
than  thoughts may account
assumptions miss the mark
to detriments of the ghosts
those that walked the twisted trails
tracking back to hurt once veiled

these revenants doubt intent
of the one that walks their grave
demanding blood for trespass
with damnations few contend
the past has more to say
than all the mutterings that explain
transgressions made by fools
with knives turned back to wound.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190422.

I am my sibling in my heart
cloaked behind a brawny front
at last the truth has been revealed

gender filled within the gaps
fairer *** found at last
attained in shadows of the soul

today the signs are understood
pointing towards an inner tribe
seen in the mirror of my life

embracing sister found within
forms identity of myself
lineage explaining who I am.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180306.

of all the people I could wish
to know my life in this moment
there is a soul above all else
who stands apart the here and now

the separation of the miles
too many for a quick jaunt
is a barrier that confounds
if worst did not compound

there is a god in heaven above
who judges the chaff from the grain
religion brought up a wall
breaking bonds that defied time

to this I'll cry a thousand times
know separation in my heart
of all the people I could wish
there is one to whom I'm dead

2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180218.

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.

The bridge is one of many
away from walls hung with chains
restricting natures that will vary
by something more than standard
partitions of the measured
these boxes set to manage
suffocating the imprisoned
seeking escape to arches

a span built from spectrums
diversions of the binate
contrasting two inversions
some cannot imagine
the steps echo loudly
distracting those who relish
the passage now discredits
order based on standards

somewhere towards the middle
we’ll dally at that moment
relish the found oneness
discovery as a bonus
by gender or attraction
these spans on which to travel
stride the rainbow aura
to find where souls are valid.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181103.

Sometimes we need to hold ourselves
lest the world pulls us apart
grasping hands that only know
consuming hunger for a soul

find the center of the storm
Where the demons may well lurk
they're made plain in this place
without the noise to hide behind

once confronted deep inside
they have no place to run and hide
except to ask to be a part
of the thing they undermined

sanity's found in the calm
where darkness is made a friend
conquered in the holy quest
to live a life free from pain.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170711.

Morality flows between the cracks
stays the hand from evil acts
consider how this comes to be
from dogma’s fear or something else
the former seems to be true
though one may ask what promotes
adherence to a greater good
when the latter also kind

please don’t **** just anyone
taking blood to cure pure lust
with a lack of deity
some would seek a ****** spree
this is fated, some would say
no boundaries set by fear embraced
the punitive is all that holds
strong malice from the human heart

this ascends the iceberg’s tip
so many more sins now await
no longer held by a dread
of what may happen when we’re dead
perhaps you spot a flaw in this
that some people can resist
running wild with no regard
even if they have no god

those other sins may intrude
the ones that are identity
not immoral when affirmed
outside the boundaries of a book
commandments laid at our feet
demanding more than few can meet
some restricted to belief
the others shared by decent men

more than worry of the law
instead a sense of what is right
sprung from souls that conspire
to steer their life between the lines
empathy becomes the tool
a golden rule to guide the fool
to conclusions that serve all
morality to fill a life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180903.

I tried to save a drowning world
just one person or many more
in response I found myself
holding tight to a slack rope
consider why this might be
the cause for rampant suffering
victims sent to their fates
while the waters drew them in

dissonance will rule the day
when cognitive is sent astray
denying all that conflicts
with beliefs held close to heart
contradictions are the norm
up is down while left is right
as the discomfort indicates
worse may come if truth is met

embarrassment follows next
declaring error cannot pass
for losing face is tantamount
to deepest shame one can endure
in for the penny says the proud
a pound to follow no matter what
to see the end at any price
if pride is bruised by facts at hand

information is not enough
when stubbornness is job one
drawing lines that can’t be crossed
without offending ego’s charge
by the bane of firm belief
buttressed by aplomb’s deceit
the afflicted will turn away
descending deep to liquid graves.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180507.

Consider phobia as a fault
a statement put out as “I’d never”
by the ones who turns their heads
with blanket statements uttered forth
putting judgment on those who fail
to be in tidy boxes built by life
whether speakers are the majority
or in the minority on life’s fringe.

A natural order is assumed
based on a bubble’s small contents
floating in the larger world
binding those found within
the swaying group may be small
or large enough to swamp the rest
it matters not when hate is found
at end of thoughts that classify.

The vagueness is disconcerting
a step away from normals felt
be they on one end or the other
of the ranged Kinsey scale
bias breeds from experience
society stamping upon the mind
asking thoughts to intersect
with hive mind of company.

The “I’d never” statements cut too deep
harm the target of phobic ends
with a net that’s spread to wide
pointed weapons press outward
with dispassion that violates
the golden rule most embraced
protective thoughts of the group
drive the phobia as a fault.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170813.

There are rooms behind the doors
that seem to offer apertures
locks waiting for a key
**** allowing quick entry

this allowance tells a lie
entry there is self-denied
even if others undertake
to explore the shuttered suites

the chambers represent
anxiety born of temperament
the prisoners are living dread
forever captured in their cells

imagination terrifies
knowing what’s on the other side
rooms in the mind are deprived
when their access is denied.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200130.

Looking to the Future A.D.
realm of dreams that haunt my days
spun from greed, spawned despair
sharing earth with all men

the horizon holds false promise
this is too harsh in retrospect
life brings bounty in all ways
both good and bad on fate’s wing

I’m asked to tend my own garden
looking forward to harvest day
boon that’s ripened in due time
after seeds have matured

yeoman of my karmic yield
to harvest what will grow there
be it close to God’s domain
or high above in vaulted trees

with echoes of the larger realm
my produce is shear fantasy
if I don’t demand process
of my fruits of destiny

look to what may come
Future A.D., good or bad
realm of dreams no longer cursed
with less despair, labor’s bless.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171202.

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.

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.

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.

Shades of blue merge to form
a landscape in the mind
with objects merging to reveal
the hidden door I must concede

what came before was azure
framing life in repose
between cyan of my dreams
and azul that claimed my days

this realm of comfort suggested much
with promises made without results
while the screams held a tribute
to the wounds behind closed doors

indigo followed in due time
the stillborn child that still lived
thrashing weakly to be heard
with calls to gods beyond four walls

cards cast to scry the fog
numbers jumbled in search of calm
the planets sought as advisers
these were what the second ray’s outcomes

now another has blossomed
violet calling to its own
demanding space to finally live
pushing boundaries that slip from sight

ambiguity is now the norm
the unconventional defining life
what came before was just a start
as the door beckons forth

these shades of blue in spiral’s path
turning sideways in pursuit
of the outcome I now indulge
seeking life beyond rainbow’s curve.

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

Distance asks for its due
demanding patience in the stretch
between encounters that define
those who seek devotion’s time

a gap excluding passion’s bliss
is the barrier that intrudes
upon the lovers wanting more
then the moment will endure

while the embrace is delayed
adoration still remains
questing for fortuity
a chance to show affinity

the emotion is not dismayed
holding strong while congress waits
relations evoked by true love
wishing contact where there is none

removing lovers for a time
this is the bane of many miles
still true love will sustain
until two converge as one.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181031.

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.

To live openly is the goal
in the realm of the world
portraying life without regard
to dangers that may come
constant shadows flit about
extensions of doubting tongues
wagging when outsiders are
the only reference to the heart

there lurks the dangers of dislike
transgressions both small and large
exacted by pure prejudice
extending from a stranger’s face
then comes the violence of the world
existence fraught in every day
where does the answer lay
to calm those with hateful fates?

the remedy asks for those
most endangered to come forth
declare their place among the flock
no less or more for who they are
when enough stand upright
already there among the crowd
the rest may see the consequence
of honest living with resolve

the family member or a friend
seen all too human in most ways
is now embraced even though
full resonance is disturbed
visibility asks for this boon
compassion pressed into the void
where once discomfort ruled alone
now acceptance finds a home.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190331.

I searched for a greater truth
concealed from the larger group
by their willingness to obscure
possibilities beyond the curve
based on the mirror of the mind
each stand at their line
one bending to the inner need
the other led by dogma's creed

the outlines are made plain
defined by the curves I can't deny
an identity longed at last
beyond the natal breadth
if only the form fit the thought
instead I'm left disturbed
still the siren calls
demanding surety to be sought

fortune smiles at my side
allies as well as foes
one to overcome
the other supports the cause
they've walked this path before
or helped the travelers
one day when I find myself
I’ll perhaps do the same

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190206.

The L word leaped to mind
with no bidding to reply
to the pondering near at hand

prompted by a photograph
pixels waiting to betray
the quiet heart with dismay

this unexpected evidence
complicated beyond belief
is a desire I'd reproach

if only feelings were absent
I'd relish the soothing void
not disrupted by Cupid's bow

this distraction is a farce
the object stated out of reach
by the decades or relationship

still the L word leaps to mind
embracing 'yes' when I prompt
this reply should leave my life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180815.

The person says they don't believe
when the view is alien
without the proof to testify
to a bent their mind denies
the sure bet is clearly laid
an accident of consequence
if not in name, than by intent
without a reference to mend the rift

the definitions do not match
stating lies across the gulf
stating nonsense at the start
without an inch to walk the mile
to degrade the other side
empowers egos to deny
some small measure that combines
one to the other against the tide

when black and white become a gray
disagreement is soon displayed
battle lines are drawn in words
exempting knowledge as a tool
weaponized at all costs
the only path to winning all
even as a mortal soul
is destroyed by the resolve

disregard is the proclaim
abominations are disgraced
put aside as broken tools
for explanations that confuse
no proof is possible to explain
wickedness beyond the pale
of understanding in the mind
closed to spanning the divide.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180831.

Another day to travel through
with the light in between
while the darkness bides its time
knowing murk will have a laugh

a jocular without mirth
this was absent from the start
while the titters echo forth
from the tombs of fallen dreams

forever past the edge of dusk
without the bliss of dawning light
the cold comfort of the grave
passes as the full of day

there is hope against this doom
a rumor of salvation’s grace
something leveraged for future’s sake
while in the moment the air is still

whispering doubts ask their due
why this should be otherwise
from the norm of misery
experienced hours without repeal.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190204.

The choices are varied
in the sea of the crowd
when one stands out
or perhaps the many
the genders are there
and those in between
from poles to the fluid
each has the place.

Attraction is varied
the precursor to more
appeal to a promise
as vows are engaged
when the love is present
the focus is found
attraction is centered
still the eye roves.

The charisma persists
across the wide range
it’s only a notion
that moves on its way
while choices are there
a love found its place
the sea of the many
is no longer the lure.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170525.

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.

God will speak to my heart
using all my senses pressed
with a whisper from the world
the fullest breadth that I’ll observe

asking entry past the sin
that braggart seeking full focus
yelling loudly in response
to the trace of divine calls

I look beyond to glow
that realm embodying good and bad
with the ugly in between
the deity enfolding all

this entity that I don't own
almost neutral in its love
except for the joining of substance
with a purpose of finding self

stumbling forward in response
to illusion that confounds
separation by sin's trespass
deafness attendant as the curse

a million mouths still utter forth
truth embodied for all to hear
even as the end result
is babble finding truth in God.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180905.

This is a work for the tome
it’s publication now foretold
in distant days beyond the now
holding scratchings frowned upon

collection made of muttered thoughts
each alone is not enough
to count as authoring to the ones
those arbiters of writer's charm

depending on a word count
this measure slams stanza’s breadth
crafted for a wry intent
now ****** against the yardstick

critics rally to critique
still I’ll pen another poem
the muse demands a sacrifice
a book waiting in future time.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190618.

Life evolved is pain embraced
as the portal to paths beyond
even as we circle back
returned to the echo’s pit
listening to the vibrato
bouncing between there and now
expression of what should not be
resounding true to base desires

no longer slave to pleasure’s taint
even as the same is sought
answering siren’s song from the rocks
‘turn away’ beg the gods
shackles dropped become the quest
not left long on the ground
as the demons ask their due
to reattach the hated chains

keep the chant in front of you
gaze upon the healthy choice
while the whispers are so sweet
‘return to me to ease your mind’
that hole persisting beneath the cloth
asking only to be fulfilled
with no price submitted at the feast
then claiming all for desire’s thirst.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180429.

If God created beauty’s breadth
the Devil was deigned the guardian
with one order set in stone
to push reproduction at any cost
large assumptions must be made
if Old Nick will have his way
to hold survival as the goal
even as the game is wrong

the young flowers attract the bees
of all ages and pedigrees
it matters not what will come
wasted efforts and broken hearts
sadly desire does not quench
when potency is decreased
a chasm opens between the two
as age provokes an awful thirst

generations are aligned
to progress their bloodlines
while ancient husks are ignored
no longer needed in the war
Lucifer has no desire
for this ilk in his crusade
except to taunt them as result
for their failure to procreate

beauty is born again
always there to prompt the urge
with God standing by to view
their work progressing with rebuke
from the souls that must retire
act as if the world is no more
while the fiend has his laugh
at the expense of those concerned.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190512.

Don’t be distracted by what you see
this commentary defying note
of the norm that most agree
define a world that is not me
confusion should be assumed
then put aside as a ruse
I’m the puzzle with a pen
conveyed by jests I’ll explain

I understand your response
is a mirror of the past
what’s concrete is then based
on a plane that’s all too flat
the breadth of life reflected there
is only based on the frame’s size
be it held in the hand
or hung to cover a full wall

all the tribes are not the same
the dogma set is self-involved
put to books or passed by rote
arrayed against a foreign world
to put a label on my head
borrow robes that may not fit
a state of fact will only lie
if the box is not my own

emotion springs from different founts
this is the measure of who I am
squint into reflections glare
step away from mob’s howling
it’s a challenge to relate
to the outsider that does not match
still I exist with a request
to be loved for who I am.

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A percent would defy my desire
across breadth of life's display
with so many choices to be had
my attractions may be diverse
seeing life in the grays
beyond numbers fixed in place
figures defied in the pursuit
of connection sought for comfort's sake
or perhaps romance beyond all that.

Please don't see me as a freak
uncaring for other’s rights
I have regard for consequence
barriers are found on the path
avenues I dare not pursue
this is natural for in the world
with due respect I'll address them all
passion visited only with invite
put aside when the time is not right.

Variations stream to infinite
God was the master craftsman
yet I have my preferences
predilections push my heart
excite my zeal for romantic bliss
or stir realms down below
factors far beyond gender's bend
some are strange, the others not
combining to break the mold.

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Child of dance and musics' light
smile imbued with quick delight
by note or step the world is found
within the heart fresh with life

the world is yours to explore
from near to far in their due time
first to walk, then to ride
before the move to the stars

the martial path was bypassed
replaced with a passion to excel
secure the calling as the boss
vocation’s pull beyond this sight

the curtains lift as I watch
a bystander to the smile
that asks the sun to stand aside
removing need for the house lamps

perhaps I’ll see where this goes
or I won’t, the wheel will tell
the youth to senior in due time
still of dance and music’s light.

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If I could name my top regret
source of sorrow in my heart
the villain would the masks
I wear in place of myself

marked with the happy smile
or confidence in business stride
cookie-cutter to appease
disregarding the inner peace

revelation has come at last
then put aside to compensate
for the whims of other men
those who would not understand

such is the challenge I now face
excuse the pun that's been made
while the veil obscures your sight
you'll hear the tears behind the smile

this shell enabled to present
a false guise that brings me grief
blessed by all who walk outside
while I mourn what's lost inside

when the physical does not explain
mute assistant of my pain
giving comfort to the lie
regret struggling in my life.

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In that moment I had no form
though I touched another one
two combined to exist
within the hold of melodies

by gift of the muse’s hand
the emptiness has been removed
born on tapestry of the divine
I’ll forget the who I am

my loneliness was dispelled
as the beats filled the space
the pulse asked me to move
on a path I'll gladly walked

I was not longer judged
by my own damning eye
harmony replaced judgment's taint
purity returning to that space

reprieve from reality
joy found in the musicality
rapture found at God’s feet
with another in company.

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Beauty snares the supplicants
supping at the poisoned fount
far too late the trap is sprung
as the victims seek for more
there is a story behind the tears
as the mind is turned against
those who follow far behind
also led to toast their chains.

Infancy came with the charge
to walk a path none few would have
after life has savaged them
still the young are brought within
arrayed by surface symmetry
determination is then made
by a world that consumes
with no thought of consequence.

Once the gate has closed behind
those deluded by the charm
run the conveyor with no end
chasing comely will-o-wisps
what came before is soon lost
as the years impose their price
whispering promises falling short
wisdom comes far too late.

Empowerment of the young
a promise made for betterment
becomes the bitter manacles
when the lie is revealed
if only death was an end
once the curse is disclosed
instead the living carry on
to bring fresh beauty to the fount.

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Perspective is the gate I'll seek
within that wall my ego built
with stones put there by lingering doubts
protection sought was mortar's grout

of all the things I miss the most
when walls of darkness push too close
the spark of faith comes to mind
that jewel of self that's most divine

some days are blocked by stormy clouds
pulled as a curtain against the light
no longer does the lighthouse shine
lost to the fog bedeviling sky

desire becomes the poor substitute
when craving expires after use
quenched in the moment of its death
unsatisfied when it’s born again

emotions churn in soul's mortise
crucible where dark things lurk
waiting for what's not been put
fire the alchemy felt within

once more I'm at the storied gate
locked by chains of grudging pain
a simple key would allow passage
a last hope, salvation's gain.

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Moonbeams taken as currency
from the sky in nightfall's realm
collected in a silvered jar
shining bright as treasures grow

all I dread is cloudy vaults
or the waning in due time
evoking shortage when the beams
are absent from bounty’s purse

fear not as the sphere is seen
queen of month returns again
from dark to bright the cycle turns
satellite of dreaming time

light hoarded in near dark
then spent in response
to my time in the sun
while I long for further wealth.

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The dance demands the truth
presented for all to see
by the garb or makeup's charm
each a bless destiny
imagined against the inner screen
fabrics spun upon a frame
then projected to the world
without regret if there’s concern

not the costumes of the day
or the night in their stead
falsified for safety’s sake
hope sacrificed as consequence
when the real is forced to hide
with survival then at stake
behind normality of the whole
losing all including hope.

costumes left at the door
along with masks that are deplored
these are truths some refuse
when the rest are confused
the constrained is surely ******
by the masses that don’t condone
the quest to find so much more
then a bond to the wrong clothes

garments are meant to affirm
when the tunes are evoked
to share the beauty felt within
heedless of reaction’s tongue
they know not of the quest
instead a vision is expressed
when conviction includes a goal
of apparel to state the whole.

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The right answer is happiness
said The Buddha long ago
this is not the present case
on this day of sadness' place
if the ‘I’ is fully removed
ego discarded for the good
then the wanting is put aside
what will be left in a mind?

Repose is portend there
commitments dropped from my back
promises made on ego's chit
finally disregarded at long last
if only this could be the way
life has attachment beyond longing
or is it the web that all construct
binding egos for humanity?

The wheel is turned by all souls
chained to duties at love's request
that task master of cruel repute
trading despair for loyalty
society must continue on
regardless of how I sort myself
to drop an 'I' or discard want
why must the outcome come to this?

If I could in love's firm grip
move beyond this ego's grasp
happiness would be my end
put down the wants of this life
lay my body to the grave
though most would disagree
dear Buddha why is this so
did you consider depression's toil?

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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.

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