Arch the back to receive the blow
one is followed by many more
never enough to fill the void
when discomfort is pleasure's source

many types are drawn to hurt
both the sinners and the saints
each with a need deep within
to receive the benefits

tears accompany the sad relief
something felt at long last
proven by the aftermath
borne by welts and stinging flesh

this happy leave of sanity
an excuse to lunacy
by invitation of the lapping scourge
is abhorrent to the common folk

they mutter that it is abuse
torture if the truth is said
still the adherents return again
finding mercy in the pain

vulnerability to the extreme
when the barriers are no more
between a world of few regrets
and connection of the whip.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190116.

Memories come rushing back
of the friends once forgot
in the mists of living angst
behind the veil of private death

the exclamations that surprise
distant echoes of the past
breaking walls built with lies
that no one cares for this life

one or another is enough
the darkness broke by a light
lit from above to reveal
what came before the misery

a recollection that does not care
for the darkness left behind
asking for a smile to spring
when reminded what life brings.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190822.

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.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170828.

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.

I dream in bright technicolor
more shades than life contains
forgetting this span of hues
when I rise with morning dew

the details stream in unending flux
shifting between here and there
when that space twists around
alien to the waking world

a cast of strangers is company
without concern of who I am
acceptance found by colleagues
existing only behind the veil

all the while there is creation
songs and sights, music’s throat
echoing from the only source
the muse inside my resting mind

do not tell me what cannot be
that was there, believe me
restrictions are ****** aside
within the realm behind my eyes

no pain is there in that beyond
the ache that meets me when I wake
I am fully blessed to feel again
the balm of youth in hurt’s relief

if only the waking could be the same
as dreams presented when I recline
perhaps it could if I strive
to live my life as if asleep.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170823.

The highest climbs offer views
from peaks the breadth is seen
this is a vision that few attain
if the angels would have their say
the world’s revealed without regard
to the cost afterwards
when the fall is the same
as the heights once overcame

into depths that don’t end
torture in the place of joy
the darkness deep as the light
one or another rules the world
in due time the wretch will rise
ascend again to the stars
rescued from the inky realms
until the cycle is reborn

shades may exist in between
except they’re hidden from the brain
as the focus does not relent
between the poles near and far
the cure is worse than the curse
to have lived reveals the death
when the sadness is called to doubt
joy is the lie without resolve.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190417.

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.

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.

Sometimes the forest hides the trees
concealing rainbows in the green
when the color meant for most
is the pigment denied by one

the rare exception hides among
the mighty giants of the glade
dictating life of the less
those sprouts seeking something else

a single sprig cut from the sun
by the breadth of canopy
without a path to extend
beyond the grove set in time

a splash of color is allowed
just a glimpse as seasons turn
still the theme must be adhered
to be a tree and nothing more.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190827.

Consideration asks a price
a quota given to admit
those desiring passage to
the lettered realms confirming self

these domains are only blessed
by occupants residing there
it’s no wonder that obstacles
are erected as consequence

identity is denied
as a measure that complies
with the checklist written by
experts docked with battle scars

instead dire standards are applied
disregarding pretentious folks
deemed so by their eager wills
to exist outside of ills.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190920.

Ask the wind why men condemn
others for the choices made
the response would **** the rest
casting salt upon the earth
expressions not meant for the whole
yet still the statements issue forth
longing for the sweet succor
while damning same without reserve

the mundane is to blame
with patriarchy at its heart
weaving webs that will ensnare
comeliness it must condemn
wanting beauty for its own
jealousy of what’s beyond
the avarice that spins the lies
while rutting wildly behind the blinds

in the end the references
understanding of the whole
elude the ones that could rescue
victims for the monsters’ hold
isolation spawning ghosts
sad reflections seeking truth
entrenching anguish even while
the snares evolve to strike once more

these crude statements illustrate
the fevered minds behind the lies
from a world that is obsessed
blinded in a judgment's mire
society is blown away
those standards set by dogma's rule
even while the lusts prevail
striking down the innocent.

2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190221.

Perhaps insanity finds what’s sought
unveiling layers beneath the crust
shifting cards to reveal
the sum of life that’s been concealed
some assurance would be nice
that a percentage will be left
of the life I had before
when the journey runs its course

from the top of the heap
to place in-between
elevation left behind
in pursuit of so much more
madness may be the cue
if only life would let me know
whisper something other than
deviation from the norm

the world used to go my way
that layer crumbled anyway
even then I can’t blame
the vagaries of consequence
that pushed me from that place
because the folly had been set
as lunacy shows me the path
beyond the calm that couldn’t last.

2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190219.

Grace enclosed by prison walls
with a brightness few may see
when the stones reflect back
the light doomed to remain within
where two trials are endured
before a rescue may occur
these I’ll share as a jail
binding tight the struggling soul

shackles with the lack of length
to engage bless beauty’s realm
denial says it’s not so
another try refutes the hope
nothing ventured is the same
when the outcome disappoints
contradiction of faith’s dream
that loveliness is at hand

these are embraced as second skin
soon the armor wraps around
first too heavy to walk upright
then embraced as consequence
protection was the old purpose
enclosing pain within cold steel
now like a mummy the binds pull
with a life gladly denied

from the outside comes a call
fingers working against the straps
removing stones in the walls
wanting to see what’s inside
now alien in the hole of time
too long submerged in the well
I hope the barrier may be dropped
as the shackles fall to the ground.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171021.

A thousand lives are now reduced
the pulsing crowd is not pursued
in the blink of a jaundiced eye
a multitude is put aside
the field of dreams is now bare
fences fall in disrepair
no longer needed to protect
the trampled crops of years past

the kaleidoscope has ceased to turn
colors fade into the night
as dust descends to blind the mind
no longer will the mirrors shine
with patterns set upon cracked walls
taunting what had come before
when rainbows turn to shifting ash
the only motion that now survives

still the shadows are cast to hide
where the road may lead from night
mirrors smashed for their crimes
against the souls trapped behind
the visions meant for cloistered groups
projected upon the broken glass
don’t ask why this must occur
when a thousand lives are no more.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190425.

A thousand spotlights probe the dark
demand the sharing of their light
this multitude of good intent
falling short in their brilliance

those precious beams should reveal
what’s beyond that’s concealed
instead the shadows rule the day
as well as night to broad dismay

the sum of nothing is resolved
to exist beyond love’s call
when the void is not dissolved
by intentions of the heart

still the shafts seek to share
resolutions of tenderness
if only they had a chance
to pierce the dark and share the light.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191006.

Consider why we react
when the differences are well known
around for longer than those alive
on the two sides of the line
opinions differ naturally
every vein is there to see
don’t dismay at this fact
instead react at danger's sign

words have been put aside
now the fists will provide
dialogue of the end times
while the demons cackle loud
or perhaps they’re twisted round
weaponized into lies
with all meaning hollowed out
what’s left behind takes only life

all intent has been lost
to disagree with forethought
in that place the hate forms
debate discarded for only harm
when victory begs scorched earth
the meek cannot abide
waiting to be struck down
sacrificed with cold regard

consider the motives that destroy
power is often at their core
without regard for purity
except to rule in solitude
no longer happy to dissent
voice a quarrel without blood
now the conflict has progressed
to win it all at swords’ edge.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190521.

At the edge of life's triumph
lays the chasm of no return
where only the brave dare tread
or the foolish in their rush
pursuing life’s ardent dreams
beyond the safe embrace
the rails are lost to sight
only darkness lays beyond

the siren calls for one
with promises of the heart
some think them only lies
the truth is in the tunes
songs from angels’ choirs
played to devils’  bands
the combination is the lure
drawing souls to the cure

it’s the passion that decides
where the path will arrive
without regard for the norm
constraints are put aside
if the past is held too tight
relief is possible
when peril is consoled
at the edge most avoid.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190513.

Attraction turned on its head
desire directing the body led
reversed around to the absurd
predilections are observed
if the normative were in play
there would be a word for this state
with judgment following afterward
tutting loudly to be heard

there were wants in the past
aligned with genders assigned at birth
giving comfort to the whole
that orientation was regular
except it’s not after all
the line was crossed long ago
spectrum slipped outside of bounds
while preferring the feminine

now the *** has been reversed
no longer cis as consequence
and yet the traits that appealed
have not changed throughout the years
sapphic is now the urge
the tendency of rapt allure
for the forms still adored
all the curves that Sappho loved.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190414.

A Unicorn in the flesh
the play thing for two them
I could dazzle in their eyes
provoking lust in couple’s *****
sparkling bright in rarity
a single horn from myth’s page
meat from market to the bed
this fairy tale with a sad end.

A fairer *** of younger years
enticing blush in both of them
I’d be the whisper in the breeze
only seen in fevered dreams
arriving on the southern wind
catch me now lest I flee
simulation of burning thirst
wishes spinning yearning’s breath.

Look to the man as counterpoint
vanilla flavored with base urge
to stray outside but not too far
lest he bend like his mate
she is the purer of the two
close to heart when drama’s spent
orientation that I embrace
more than thirst or fetish meat.

No emotions would intrude
delusion brought to the bed
I’d fade away as counterfeit
the morning brings status quo
to be a gift is sorrow’s path
no longer human in their eyes
tears left to dreams they don’t see
just a theme of fantasy.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180410.

I only drink red wine
a reminder of the unkind
with a toast to the gods
who turned away from their charge

an absence remembered with chardonnay
after evidence has been put away
lest loose lisps testify
that a wrong had been applied

here’s a toast to absent friends
or enemies deserving same
revenge is best served cold
like pinot noir from old reserves

these hints of blood are enough
to celebrate in aftermath
this is why the crimson ports
satisfy through avenging toasts.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200210.

Average is as average does
asking all to do the same
for comfort’s sake please relax
it’s for the best that all regress
these pleadings from society
don’t rock the boat with your flare
or deviate from the standards set
who know the best for their world.

Strange beauty asks all to pause
considering standards seniors set
where peace of mind counts for more
than finding self outside of norms
avant-garde may be the term
to describe the breadth expressed
this discounts the true purpose
authenticate dreams made manifest.

Beneath the surface is much more
the wiring of the who we are
prompting genders to be expressed
stating lovers that fill the voids
intertwining the sum whole
all the parts, so many paths
how could the caring dismiss this
the intricate of God’s design?

The ones that used to be the peers
now left behind as consequence
when boundaries move beyond a room
once the closet that chained a soul
I’d ask no more of my friends
than to show their inner realm
put on display the magnificence
it’s for the best, the average quakes.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170805.

I’ve decided to avoid the fall
keep my feelings from that edge
lest I tumble, lose my way
again return to the abyss
where my sanity goes away
replaced by folly I’d embrace
focusing where I should not look
while the world wanders on.

A quick diversion would be nice
if only that were a choice
because to drop demands too much
there is no end to those depths
my contracts are all in place
like soldiers in long ranks
wanting nothing to upset
this careful balance to which I’m chained.

Distraction is the best end
sadly this is not the way
when the edge receives its due
with arms that wish far too much
laser focus on just one
that will complete a small life
that’s the mantra, it’s a lie
I’m OK without true love.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171208.

Awake the day for another dance
with yourself or another one
both are appropriate to express
rapture is borne in little deaths
music casts the dulcet spell
soothing melodies for languid times
enfolding those who play within
no need to rush before the end

look to the petals for encouragement
a path for those dulled from past rest
color flushed to show the way
beauty hidden now revealed
nectar plucked from within
rewards for the doting blessed
by the gods of nature’s realm
pleasure is their due refrain

the melodies are whimpered forth
weeping in frolic’s space
with no care of who may hear
explanations of joy’s embrace
tears spilled in the promenade
asking only for another time
to wake the day for a dance
a celebration of life’s caress.  

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181218.

I put the bad in a box
seal the top against the thoughts
that seek to crowd out the good
in pursuit of the dark desires
sanity is my wistful want
release from shadows that persist
with no source that others see
silhouettes with gloom’s intent

if only I could step beyond
destruction found in sentiment
wrecking all that I perceive
with influence few can deny
tendrils born of the past
snaking deep into my brain
ghosts believing life exists
beyond their time to pass away

they haunt my life when released
not fully buried in quiet graves
these revenants I thought dead
spill to days with no relief
now the box overflows
worms with malice for my soul
the top no longer holding tight
the darkness spills over life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180729.

Reminders borne on angels' wings
of worth beyond what I can see
this blindness pushed to one side
when the simple then presides
these loving nudges against the bulk
of the pessimism in the self

mix of gloom and despair
melancholy is the refrain
blocking out the rays of hope
now imagined in history
chronology that’s replaced
without regard for consequence

a passing reference of remorse
perhaps the faith was made of smoke
the pressing doubt cries for help
day to night seeks resolve
it’s a darkness without reprieve
until the light is retrieved

from the cloak of a chum
this artifact of loving jest
to mock the crush with a laugh
the seraph’s charm taking flight
scales are removed in the end
balance tipped by a friend.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190612.

How many words would it take
to exclaim the breadth of life
something more the mundane
against the range of rainbow space?

reassurance becomes the grail
from the bard or minister
each with a tool near at hand
holding letters to be heard

those exclamations in holy text
ask their due with curt distress
as the statements fall too short
of the needs for spectrum’s dreams

the poet’s muse responds in kind
fills the gap where creeds are blind
with a comfort the lost long seek
a balm extended as souls are freed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190818.

The flags once whipped in the wind
thrown about by turmoil's teeth
while the motion caused concern
there was guidance in what was felt
surety in direction’s lead
first to west and then to east
this was the past once confirmed
by sightings that tugged the heart

the fraying began in plain sight
subtle to those who watched the signs
inconsequential by small measure
until the damage took its toil
the banners began to fail
as the colors fade away
threads lost to the savage gusts
diminished streamers no longer whole

storms lost their hold on the world
this was the lie of vision’s source
when indicators became mute
implying quiet instead of strife
hurricanes may be present
scourging souls without mercy
while the flags no longer wave
missing from their lofty perch.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180710.

I wonder what the future brings
why the wall appears in front of me

the voyage should continue on
with promise based on what I’ve done

instead there is nothing I can see
while promises speak of leaving

goodbye would be the greeting there
when the prophecy has its way

all the contracts strongly disagree
dismissing augurs none should face

the fates surely hold my destiny
with love as the truest variant

so I’ll ask the imminent to be kind
as the barrier betrays my life.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170613.

The walls fall, tumbling down
as my hands find their place
the door flung opened wide
invitation to have my way
flesh desired is now had
bargain set between adults
mine is given equally
mutual pleasure the end goal.

What's needed may not be sacrosanct
blessed by the angels far above
as they turn from the sight
lest the Lord hear of the sin
the blissful rubble is where I'll lay
satisfied to have found my way
to the beauty found within
outside barriers that I had built.

Tomorrow I'll bear the wrath
feel the stares from fellow man
today feels no reproach
skin's deep hunger shields me now
they'll ask if love was the cause
I'll reply yes if it's understood
passion promised led me there
into arms that delivered all.

Forgive the weakness of my walls
what was asked was too much
the salve of dogma was found lack
when deep inside I had a void
a vacuum begged to be filled
with physique jointly shared
no lack of want was the cause
to breach the barriers of the flesh.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170717.

Beauty found extols the muse
to perceive beyond a norm
revelation found in grace
beyond dimension most embrace

something more than curvy shapes
or straight lines without blemish
these exist beyond the norm
while loveliness seeks much more

look to the eyes to see within
hear the voice to note the song
the opus across an innerscape
splendor shown to fortunates

comfort found in the smile
the laugh expressing blessed charm
elegance compounded there
by the love covering all

the end result defies logic
while the muse states their case
even as society
seeks to force their vapid say

that cookie-cutter turned to flesh
now rejected in happenstance
as I found the refinement
beyond the veils that hide the best.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180726.

Attraction speaks from the heart
sharing space with staid lust
always there even when
partners picked seem the norm

straight and gay define the poles
statements made to impose
rigid rules made by those
with no reference to the more

assumptions made are based on mates
from the duo of allure
disregarding the urgent pleas
from the one that knows themselves

boxes formed to stuff the ones
defying rules of east and west
what lays between still exists
even while some disagree

how you feels is enough
when attraction is then prompted
knowing is met with trust
it’s not changed when the count

beauty framed in many forms
this is true no matter who
is the partner for one day
or the decades that transpire.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180923.

Attraction speaks from the heart
sharing space with staid lust
always there even when
partners picked seem the norm

straight and gay define the poles
statements made to impose
rigid rules made by those
with no reference to the more

assumptions made are based on mates
from the duo of allure
disregarding the urgent pleas
from the one that knows themselves

boxes formed to stuff the ones
defying rules of east and west
what lays between still exists
even while some disagree

how you feel is enough
when attraction is the prompt
knowing is met with trust
not changed by links’ counts

beauty framed in many forms
this is true no matter who
is the partner for one day
or the decades that transpire.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180923.

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.

Beauty hides from itself
seeking shelter from the doubts
even as the world attests
splendor stated in the flesh
goddess walking in plain sight
this glory is granted to the few
is bequeathed without regard
to acknowledgment repaid in turn

a waking dream of loveliness
enough to launch a thousand ships
disregarded by the one
directing fantasies of the heart
sham daydreams evoked by curves
lines conflating with desires
suppleness leads the urge
to recognize comeliness

ruby lips deny the claim
to the body that puts to shame
the vast majority of their kind
only fair in contrast
this belle exclaimed by the crowd
I’ll lend my voice to the cry
the reluctant may forget
perhaps they’ll recall through this poem.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180916.

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.

2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180118.

I could gauge beauty by a look
by camera's eye or my orb
seeking the surface that dictates
loveliness lying beneath the face

this would be fraught, a fool's errand
if confusion with 'pretty' is at stake
one for the other, not the same
still I may struggle in crave's grip

attraction may call to my heart
pull at the strings confused with love
adoration tainted by a thirst
to possess what I've observed

I'm at that mercy of base urges
sadly this is lust's betrayal
recognized for longing’s greed
passion begging for due recourse

yet even then I hear a voice
perhaps it's an angel the shoulder
warning me from a fallen path
even as glamor struts about

'stand down good sir, that is wrong
a fondness for looks is not the same
as beauty insured by loving's gift
so much better than just good looks’.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171030.

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.

Stature confirms beauty’s place
surety set by the frame
admire the breadth of results
separated by life’s great gulf

belying what could follow next
to admire nature’s consequence
embrace artifacts hewed from life
divine impression restrained to sight

still admiration may persist
acknowledging those surely blessed
as predilections have their say
refine impressions at heart’s dismay

sadness spurned by reality
contentment gained in the end
knowing all is as it should be
stature confirming beauty’s place.

I became a poem to realize
the hidden depths both good and bad
that dwell inside my twisted breast
both victim and so much worse

below a surface many see
lays a monster seeking peace
the die is cast by its own hand
along with wounds from other men

this sum that borrows from the soul
asking dues that none pay
with the rub that all must give
more than fairness would see fit

to those ends I press letters
like sad bodies of butterflies
against the page as if to blur
where I stand against the rest

hiding in the midst of prose
there is wisdom in what’s shared
if only the muse would point
to the parts that mean the most

perhaps some others will disclose
how these apply to my world
when the poet becomes the poem
they are lost within the words.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181228.

The remedy becomes the ill
in due time the fall occurs
the trap is laid at the start
waiting for its time to come

monsters lay beyond the balm
remedies that go awry
when the cure becomes the curse
bending bodies to be worse

when the drug is self-applied
calamity lurks to feed
on the souls that desire
something else then hell’s hot fires

intruding on the here and now
cultured by the need to soothe
pains inflicted on the coil
lead to those of the abyss

need consumes reticence
caution lost to feed the beast
the peace once sought is denied
when the remedy is the ill.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180520.

They slipped away before dawn
the cloak of darkness cast aside
leaving echoes of desires
the whispered moans forever lost

furtive groans that belayed
a dialogue that could have led
two lost souls to reconcile
lifetimes apart in mere words

morning came without a sign
except for the absence by my side
where the warmth has been replaced
by the chill I know quite well

perhaps the gods were asked
for too much as consequence
of finding solace in two arms
while wanting more outside of lust

this companion found by fate
roll of the dice convened a pair
when loneliness was put aside
to spite the pain of solitude

comfort grasped as a prelude
to the end that will conclude
one to another seeking aid
consolation that fades away.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181123.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will-o-wisps are living’s bane
the bright lights that promise much
an escape from the pain
in the swamp beyond safe paths
when clearest road is overgrown
with cruel brambles none may see
except the one who always bleeds
seeking something beyond that way.

The flickering orb is always there
though the hills may block the eye
and the trees mask the fire
held by revenants of misdeed
a respite is wonderful
no star of doom seen in the moor
then the rays return in force
whispering words of dooming hope.

Bearings are already lost
set adrift by mind’s turmoil
sanity slipped from its leash
when chasing imps seems prudent
the shame seeks to meet its own
despair contained will break loose
running from the light of day
to find the trace of false aid.

Baptism in the darkest pools
washing anguish from the soul
this is the promise of the flame
quick to shine before it kills
the will-o-wisp becomes a pal
an ally none should befriend
when the road becomes a path
then to despair, lured to death.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170925.

Art as words put to page
paint inscribing deeper truths
splattered widely in response
to emotions with lurid fonts
innocence asks for none of this
it’s complacent to just exist
the inner child as a blank
if only this could be the case

inspiration comes at a price
the brutal muse on the job
tallying what has come before
streaming nightmares to inspire
purity as ignorance
the lack is enough to state a place
washed away without assent
by the tides of later days

see the horrors walk aside
shocking lewdness all engage
when the years demand their due
appetites conveyed to form
still the echoes linger on
sinlessness then declared
still in a life that demurs
closing down the cavalcade

consider now if both exist
as my words are testament
that emotions rise above
the water line of innocence
I’ll retreat to admit
there are realms of chastity
I’ll indulge these without words
before returning to write again.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180624.

I didn’t expect the first kiss
ambush set full on the lips
with a tongue that filled the void
the sum result was heaven above

fireworks flash high in the sky
only seen by those involved
pyrotechnics invite much more
opening volley in lust’s salvo

a simple touch was enough
caress of flesh so very soft
brush of lips has provoked
the unexpected now welcome

this modest act rocked my world
shifted ground once set firm
tremors felt deep in my soul
this convulsion before the storm.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180224.

They were my heart's snowflake
a symphony as they fell to earth
beauty wrapped in fragile wings

perfection I stoop to reflect
genuflection by flame's desire
treasure revealed, once concealed

spread to catch expecting breath
asking nothing but what may come
blessings pressed to my lips

captured to be set free
borrowed in rapt adoration
before coveted, now retrieved

uniqueness wrapped in rapture's arms
dwelling of my last intent
held within to taste the warmth

expressing what love may convey
forever in the seconds’ span
the small demise, beginning's end.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171122.

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.

The words said behind closed doors
full of venom that's deplored
by those who stand outside
fully ignorant of the lies

the scope of truth is absent
from declarations stammered forth
for an audience of the few
just as eager to abuse

full of desires for vengeance
against false sleights never felt
imaginations are enough
even while the world is calm

still the patsies are arrayed
to the applause of the crowd
each with blood on their hands
or the need to have the same

curtains drawn against the world
a retreat to solitude
solidarity of falsehoods
embellished with certitude

so say the pundits from on high
cloaked with dogma most abhor
please look away lest the facts
confuse glamour’s jealous lie.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190523.

The goal of being is a task
assigned by those who know best
from the rules put to page
bringing most to broad dismay

uniqueness is not a goal
exalted by those above
creating boxes with only walls
padded prisons to shackle souls

with bars for windows lest birds fly
escape to the skies far above
still the freedom may be dreamed
from the comfort of velvet chains

embrace the freedom now denied
pass through to the other side
disavow the offered bane
to be the person behind constraints.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190910.

If I removed your mask
would you do the same for me
to discover what lays below
the symphony beyond a single note?

I ask because there is more
beyond the tones and the words
utilized by the practical
shackles I’d like to drop

labels seek to assign my soul
to boxes set by just one word
when the breadth is something else
the unknown beyond the undefined

there we'll find what lays beyond
map's borders that man declare
in their quest for dogma's place
constricting breadth of what could be

monsters be in that place
as are angels with singed wings
one or the other sings the true heart
with the rapture or the wail

still the truth is a blank
discovered by doing and not by sight
firmly grasped to move beyond
hearing the mysteries behind the mask.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171116.