The stage is set once again
a tarp put down to catch the blood
with a backdrop to accentuate
an end foretold by stalking fate

what could be is doomed to fail
except to ask hope to prevail
even as the tiresome trek
demands detours into dread

once again the faith is crushed
gods are ****** in the dust
beholden to the sacrifice
their gaze observes the final price

the implement has been set
disappoint hone to an edge
waiting for the nod to slice
to the bone without respite.

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Marrionettes come to the dance
pulled by strings high above
directing actions, fate foretold

pre-recorded, the music plays
always it will sound the same
tied to ******* instead of bliss

darkness hides those who tug
threads on hearts, cords to mind
while puppets jump far below

an illusion is set on stage
cast by lights that command
attention paid to masters’ call

still belief maintains a hope
surety as last resort
if only this were the truth

no longer are the dolls detached
from expectations separate
as independence cavorts in chains.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171126.

The music has ceased to play
a harmony that was blessed
to be replaced by muted tears
or discord of infernal tunes

the party lapsed to the dismay
of those who sought brief escape
found within dulcet tones
absent in the aftermath

those who dwelt within the charm
discovered more than life allowed
prospering before the fall
into realms where silence damns

a hush of the distant grave
brought forward to the present day
a stillness that conspires within
when music ceased to play.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190627.

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.

There is a chance to transform
step from the shadows into the light
expressing self without regard
for expectations of the world
presenting boldness in the act
while affirming humanity
the underlying has not changed
even while the surface strays

the natal form may please the eye
say the spectator on the outside
please remember this is a lie
to the one that must reside
a choice is made to walk the path
invoking rainbows along the way
arches that bend the light
with promises of golden pots

here's a secret that few know
when these realms are explored
absent of the normative
the traveler dares more than most
there is a danger when one steps
from the path that most adhere
as the monsters wait to pounce
eager for a chance to eviscerate

still the travelers will depart
seeking lands beyond their shore
where treasured truths may be found
beyond the chains of the norm
transformation is for the strong
the light is pierced by the dark
don't let that hide the genuine
when truth is at last found.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190509.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rational is a mask
allowing friends to relax
while the rest of the world
ignores the creature they deplore

each is a lie unto itself
first my stating I’m alright
incongruency from reality
still the charade must persist

the latter is a mixed blessing
lest action move to their fists
this inclination of the distraught
believing life is so unjust

perceptions turned by mere thoughts
while the truth lays beyond
when survival asks no less
the rational becomes the safest mask.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190713.

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.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170804.

Look to the youth for your hope
when the despair seeks a hold
whispered lies of greater gods
those elders that deny the truth
lesser spirits extend their boon
denying elders that intrude
on the affairs of mortal chaff
that have forgotten magic’s hand

even as the light may fade
there is an ember to be had
worship based on much less
than power’s hold on the heart
dark pushed back by the wish
reverence for lesser traits
gentle healings instead of strength
this is the mantra young possess

incense burned on altar’s face
drifting skyward to imbue
discernment of what came before
now cast aside to bring the dawn
borrow what they can provide
these children of a lesser god
stripped of idols from the past
their faith delivered saves the world.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181027.

One day the clock chimed thrice
a dirge that none could hear
except this soul condemned at last
found guilty by the turn of time
reverberating through the years
until I laid down my frame
a story writ by old Kronos
repeated freshly for travelers.

The first peal hung in the air
when three decades had expired
decisions made in the past
presented bills to be paid
the childhood was then forfeit
replaced with karma’s reckoning
a harvest of wheat and chaff
asking only what was due.

The second toll was at the hill
with the path fully viewed
twisting downward around a curve
the plunge of life now assured
the droop and roll settled in
gravity confirming extra pounds
as the frame embraced the fall
one way journey of decline.

The last sound came with a sigh
absent clangs of vigor's stride
no longer will the bodies press
as dust collects in nether realms
the gulfs filled the space
between the bodies still present
forever far without recourse
to the memories of *******.

Now I lay here in the grave
bereft of reasons left to live
all these stolen by the gongs
and the turning of the years
the magic was shown the door
while the dour become the norm
echoes sounding on the breeze
as the bells ring in twilight’s realm.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180828.

I dream here
of right and wrong
the darkest worlds
and blessed life
moving forward
stuck in the now
wishing more
than what I have
letting go
too much of that
evil ways
I hope the best
for dear friends
hid enemies
a world lost
then realms gained
betrayal marked
loyal comrades
in fevered visions
chimera’s hope.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171016.

The choices made between adults
behind closed doors or in a club
are the world they all indulge
without permission of the crowd
passing boundaries most adhere
in pursuit of painful joy
releasing more than most can see
upon requests of misery

the scenery may seem extreme
mocking norms vanillas seek
access given is power based
sourced from assent all convey
sadly more will mock intent
beyond the ones that can’t relate
these are heretics of the life
full of power they contrive

fools acting like small gods
even though none were ordained
except for a brief time
and even then they’re cast aside
there are none above the rest
outside of choices in a scene
put out of mind the pundit’s whine
that buzzing sound none should mind

please do as little as you wish
or strive to take in the world
safety held to the *******
allows for actions in full consent
these choices are singular
made by the one without regret
when the pleasures are much more
than innocence turned outward.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190418.

Clothes are chosen for the day
how I feel is on display
with bright colors or the blacks
each is expression of who I am
with rainbow tints set to fly
or goth shades fade to black
both are expressions of my mind
shown together or separate.

A morning’s moment sets the tone
selection from the many masks
arrayed on hangers in the dark
tucked in drawers against the light
waiting for their time to shine
announcement of assertion's jab
fabric clinging to my skin
clue to how I feel inside.

So much pressure to comply
with convention set by the crowd
threads put on to impress
instead of freedom I'll express
perhaps it’s strange, outside of norms
bizarre compared to the passengers
dressing same unlike me
on this ride I share with life.

Now I pause to let you see
the garments worn that strongly hint
by the virtue of many hues
a person hiding underneath
who I could be, this is made plain
or is it so? perhaps I hide
still it's easier to see me
by clothes I choose for the day.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170911.

The here and now share a trait
a chortling joke of divine strain
forever lasting and still obtuse
missed by minors below that grade
dire odds are cast to tease the fool
presented by same to sooth the mind
assume that one will follow the other
even though history denies the dream

first the assumption measures the now
this clear understanding of what should be
set on foundation of shifting sand
engulfing the fantasies most closely held
this doesn’t matter when castles are mist
with bricks made of vapor consumed in the dawn
assumed to be real by twilight appeal
that realm of landscapes behind sleep’s blurred veil

the future compounds the quiet delusion
designed by the leaders with hidden agendas
not truly evil though this may be muddled
by conflicting motives of equally sad fiction
‘walk there and do that’ becomes the shared mantra
they can be same when past is confusion
splitting and merging in their collisions
each asking flesh with full committal

don’t lose your faith with my words of discernment
railing against the abuse of the soul
the jest lays outside of permission
when truth only serves the master’s whim
the less is found in this awareness
as roads are detoured for what’s more precious
with all due chances of humor’s bliss
circling from now to future’s poor fiction.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180513.

Pull the laces to cinch the fit
winding upward to constrain
twisting lines through eyelet space
the sinuous feeds carnal tastes

like a serpent from the book
with forked tongue that taps pure lust
whispering that the footwear holds
limbs enveloped for beauty’s sake

this second skin on the thigh
cool to touch, enclosing heat
leather cast in midnight black
I’m led astray to desire’s path

with a promise of the enthralled
pressing tightly around a limb
sight unseen still taunting me
driving want to the extreme

some look upward, I look down
wrapping round the perfect calf
I’ll ask no more to satisfy
this inclination for boot wear.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190104.

The city gates are always there
asking nothing while giving less
waiting for the travelers
to pass within as fortunes turn
fate's golden coin awaits a nudge
to consign the occupant
with the flush of happenstance
or the dearth of emptiness

either way the path unfolds
twisting deep into the depth
of the streets paved with gold
or stained red with old blood
these chill options hold no malice
though the odds may bless the house
the pound of flesh will be found
sating gears that must turn

this machine serves all men
equally granting grace's gifts
while the equals are measured by
the meaty hand on the scale's left side
celebrate privilege while you can
accept the praise however faint
because the gods may change their minds
allow the wheel to land on black

the metropolis will survive
a howling gulf beyond entry's way
portal to the heavenly heights
or a quick trip to abattoirs
evoking smiles on stoic masks
fixed attention to piety
city gates bound to luck's draw
receive your due when you intrude.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180625.

The sky was clear far above
no cloud to mar the face of God
still the moisture trickles down
hinting presence of a frown

from the corner the wet side
glistening in the morning light
the other orb stands resolute
denying emotion held inside

if disclosure is fully made
based on moisture from one eye
the truth is greater than a lie
presented on the dry side

yet still the sky has no shade
echoed on one half a face
resolute to hold the line
while hopes and dreams slowly die.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191025.

The walls keep secrets well
without regard for time’s span
years are the quickest blink
when looking at the passing scene

seeing all while with staring eyes
this sentinel in plain sight
invisible in the full light
of countless days and hooded nights

cloaked by pictures praising love
generations that come and go
the ghosts insisting they’re alive
shadows cast in passing flight

these memories are well kept
held behind painted shrouds
echoes lost with wisdom gained
never shared beyond the same.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191024.

A cloak of silence is my balm
from the madness of the mob
a world lost unto itself
while derangement is the norm

to step aside is for the best
at least in regards to sound's impact
while words are honed to razor's edge
seeking blood in hearts of stone

already bubbles sustain the storm
my own should join as consequence
asking all to respect the mark
roundly ****** by half the world

there is no promise that I'm sane
if factions prove their ruling claims
what's known to me is fallacy
by the knowledge of partisans

now only music can provide
the only beauty god contrived
this struggles on to hold reason
while the noise seeks to win

selective deafness will secure
isolation before the purge
hearing nothing but my mind
screaming eulogies to the beyond.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190129.

Seasons arrive to demonstrate
nothing lasts as it repeats
forever gone once again
castles made of sparkling sand
swept aside by the daily tides
a clockwork with devouring gears

comparable may be akin
the very best that one can hope
memory taunted by the fake
another face to take the role
lines delivered as if by rote
then the scene shifts again

a sure salve of wounded hearts
seeking span’s therapy
wounded by the same drug
once again relationships
fulfilling as they may be
promise more than time may bring

look to seasons with some hope
allowing sadness to intrude
knowing life will recoup
the bittersweet of seasons’ turns
colors found and then lost
the clockwork reaping while it sows.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180830.

Close the eyes for a time
when space invites a quick retreat
instead allowing the senses’ span
to invade vision's land

sound moves to music’s pace
words to sounds in close rapport
inspiring thoughts that fly above
the span of earth beneath the soar

returning raindrops to the ground
splashing softly upon dry skin
angels blessing with their tears
the mortals striving to exist

these beings seeking touch
to address the quiet voids
connection absent if none acquire
something to sate the rapt desires

twilight enveloped beneath soft sheets
the day experienced is complete
now the eyes are closed tight
treasuring moments without sight.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190428.

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.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191118.

when one is found to be in lack
insufficient to life's tasks
skin's starvation all too keen

asking me to lay down my life
forever rest in sad despair
far away from partner’s balm

when was the last time I felt alive?
it was in dance through music's charm
when the muse entranced my heart

in my consort’s arms I was found
set adrift in realm of touch
never wishing to come back

I'd forgotten this place of bliss
when stumbling though life's veil
all consumed by drudgery

the realm of two seems enough
perhaps enough to forestall the end
to dissuade the coaxing dark

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170815.

When life is echoes in cold glass
backed by silver without a heart
perceptions mold to status set
by a world with no regrets

Procrustes did no less
exacting measures so all would fit
with a bed that must confirm
to the souls with one call

only seeking comfort's balm
from groups both large and small
each with a message to relate
comfort found in silver chains

these revelations will restrain
while supplying life’s gain
in the mirrors circumspect
of the life lost for respect.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191113.

Joy derived from money’s bloom
is sad offset to the coming doom
ask the barons for their crumbs
cold medallions are the surplus

those dividends that fill the purse
aren’t enough to reimburse
the bill that children will receive
after the guilty are deceased

their bones laid in watery graves
or scorched beneath the sun’s rays
shed no tear for these ones
the siren sounded while they toiled

looking to the bottom line
while their spawn became the ******
pawned for the brass ring
if only this were fit to eat.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200103.

Somedays I choose the extreme
go beyond the edge of this dream
embrace the nightmare of the beyond
seek a shadow to dwell upon
I put on the jacket and cinch the shoes
tie the garrote around my neck
walk to the edge to plunge within
all these rules I must endure

now I'm the model of self-repose
normality set with the perfect taint
these goals I set for myself
exclude the spirit of sanity
grasping the ring made of brass
allows decorum to be the boss
a straitjacket to bring in the bucks
now life’s harmony is justly forced

this balance leaning toward the right
the rule of order becomes the crux
for noose set just right
against a neck offered to the crowd
the Hangman gives a nod
the job well done is for the best
comfort found in absolutes
sacrifice for the greater good.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181109.

When the box defines my world
these four walls plus up and down
comfort springs from the norm
assurance given that all is well
no need to feel anything
outside of norms put in place
inscriptions meant to calm a soul
instead they’re bars I must endure

my elders designed it all with care
a committee meeting every week
in fair clothes and stolid masks
with rapt intent to wisdom’s tale
from a book to show the way
dead King James the editor
knowing all that must be said
interpretations unto this day

add to this the tribal angst
sage concerns stoked by fears
sprung from a blindness born
in the ignorance of what’s beyond
surely nothing may exist
for clustered kin of the same stripe
outside of planks that barricade
blocking strangeness from the group

in these walls I find madness
that sanity is not assured
even while the rules are checked
against a god’s hallowed reign
insurance given by long sermon
rules then tacked to crushing walls
pushing inward in due time
as I seek my rainbow self

I’ll step outside if you don’t mind
perhaps you do, it matters not
I’ll live again without regard
for constraints that tapped my soul
coming out will be my goal
leading others that correspond
to the mold that few embrace
outside of boxes that destroy.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180723.

The time without the loved one
once they’re buried in the ground
demands a toil from the soul
when the self has been interned

put six feet down lest the world
do the same without reserve
with permanence born of fear
by dogma too long revered

these sentiments that massacre
deviants from the conservative
asked only to step aside
from living large against the lie

the walking dead seem to survive
in aftermath of suicide
now the days are self-deplored
compelled normality forevermore.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191218.

Their relevance has been abducted
excuses stealing dogma’s heart
by the master of this domain
knowing victory is now assured
power given comes with a price
the soul is laid on dark altars
still the theories are put forth
to explain the disconnect

the world is flipped to discern
why good is evil in the mind
asking hearts to then follow
the will-o-wisp of Lucifer
tempting lights for the lost
any harbor in the storm
as the leaders avow the bait
turning from their holy paths

the rugged wood is consumed
no longer standing on the hill
when the pyre demands its fuel
to sustain Satan’s plan
the past reveals the same themes
slavery and civil rights
both supported with the chant
‘complicit sacred rules us all’

now a leader has come forth
supporting hints of the righteousness
while rejecting on the whole
holiest Testaments no longer held
they are nailed to the walls
stored in shrines by sycophants
asking for the crumbs of power
to be tossed from gilded heights

relevance has now vanished
dogma twisted once again
previously found after straying
sacrificed to an Overlord
small victories are assured
with compromise firmly grasped
kneel before a deity
born of Satan instead of God.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180722.

Allow me to consider boots
that accessory that fits the foot
beginning where the others start
moving on to higher realms

with a heel or lacking same
it’s the height that brings the bling
no matter the material’s type
exaltation is the game

not demur like other shoes
the practical is job one
protecting feet from the world
I put this aside in lurid thoughts

extending from the floor to knee
when the **** is fully seen
don’t stop until the joint is met
by the top of the bootleg

the calves will have another day
to strut their stuff on full display
at this moment they concede
the need to prance a fetish theme

now my thoughts have arrived
at the point where I may not lie
adoration of the footwear
is predilection I now share.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181221.

Consider shadows that most deny
valid against the press of night
consideration turned to charm
by the impact of appeal's turn

even as the darkness forms
wrapping around the gentle souls
without malice or ill intent
as they seek comfort’s bliss

surrounding those without regard
for the ghosts that then result
even as the normative
demand falsehoods in the stead

for the ghosts among themselves
pressing outward with dismay
affirming what’s felt within
hidden plainly while love is blessed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190923.

Consider style as a redoubt
personalized in its goal
to withstand the pointed barbs
inflicted by a wicked world
many molds await the guests
with promises of beauty’s gift

each is a trap in itself
these paragons that few attest
fair illusions are evoked
at the price of willing souls
now prostrate to the task
of luring more as consequence

Procrustes had his bed
forcing outcomes with great pain
now the same made by said
of elegance turned to shame
there is a path to sanity
securely forming dignity

assurance that all is well
while striving for attractiveness
embrace what makes one sing
standalone to charm the flock
this is the state that affirms
the individual among the crowd

the result cannot fall
deep foundations of confidence
even if the pundits cry
fallacies of their minds
hold tight to a bless vision
stated loud for all to see.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190526.

If you seek a remedy
outside the balm of oval pill
or a spoon of sour taint
beware the toil on substitutes
a mortal coil could give relief
redress what fate has abused
the broken strive to sustain
with the help of temporal prey

lingering wounds demand too much
beware the bill someone pays
when the check does not care
agony will remunerate
services rendered tap the weak
no pound of flesh is the price
instead the toil taps the heart
wringing emotions from tired stone

one subsists at the end
now the strong in contrast
to the frail forever lost
healer fallen with no net
the weak cannot be the cure
even as they may recline
on the alter as sacrifice
for the selfish consuming love.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180912.

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.

The cookie cutter serves the whole
stating shapes and attitudes
functionality most embrace
at detriment of the least
this minority of number’s count
just as important as the rest

still they appear to be mangled bits
separate from the measured cuts
the molds align society
to responses without thought
automated to confirm
or attack out of concern

antibodies stamped from fear
masquerading as diligent
protectors of the factory
that false illusion of chemistry
these starting points in the sand
patterns engraved with certitude

they’re only blessed in calmest times
and not when the wind begins to blow
still the stalwarts hold the flanks
enveloped by the swirling breeze
the cookie cutter fails them then
past certitude now overwhelmed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190615.

Art transcends the hold of truth
no longer slave to certitude
regarding what is meant to be
or what’s viewed in critique

some would say that it’s a lie
travesty in dogma’s eye
the misuse of divine gifts
truth revisited by the profane

stating what’s not meant to be
still the eye is quickly pleased
by the bending of the norm
redefined to sate our wants

understanding follows form
the muse is counselor to the blind
opening eyes by showing forms
existing only in fantasy

now the new reality
becomes the master in the end
roles are turned in pursuit
of salvation beyond belief

escaping bonds tied to fact
the latter altered to comply
truthfulness in craft’s tall tale
transforms fiction to verity.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180810.

Floating gentle on the wave
only felt within the brain
hidden from the sight of those
wondering why the need exists

a delightful fuzz that consumes
agitation of the mood
always there beyond the veil
responsibility that must prevail

damning all to turn the wheels
creating thirsts of the soul
asking lubrication to extend
to the balm of troubled woes

a comfortable numb with regard
for the depths of agony
escaped at last in the waves
dependence spun from craving’s needs.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190823.

A rapt desire clouds the sight
obscuring sanity in response
with best intents put aside
for the wants deep inside

the source of angst is the *****
hidden in the breadth of time
only shown in privacy
in a shared audience

wishing more than life provides
the taint of lust won’t relent
still on the side of wrong
always ****** by the crowd

if only life was less cruel
to state a preference for abuse
this harsh rebut does not blunt
focus of the craving wants.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190621.

This plan evoked by demons’ prayers
assumed the worst of fellow men
condemned them by the stroke
of the dogma within a book
attributing falls before they occurred
explained as fate that must befall
with no recourse to a grace allowed
for the fallen ones with principle
these are condemned by ministry
cast aside as the defiled
while the tenets provide a path
for the flock to pardon’s glow

the magic wand would be waved
absolution for bloodied hands
a lifetime dismissed with a wink
patter forgiving what came before
they say the taint has been removed
still the stains hue the skin
while the victims are set loose
assured that Nick is at fault
this discharge is the start
as the imps rejoice with glee
now all acts are permissible
when holy talismans are held high

a gulf is fed from belief
permission given for crimson floods
damning the others to a worst fate
than imagined fires beyond the grave
the pit would be a relief
compared to torment then released
in the name of cult’s desires
to cleave the world with their love
in the end the demons laugh
their joke has run its full course
the innate good has become the bad
while the fiends may rule the world.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180715.

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.

I dreamt I crossed the bridge
to arrive where I’d begun
gender matched as consequence
when the subject came to love

taking favors from the same
matching grace in the exchange
with no guilt or reticence
for the pleasure then possessed

embracing lovers from a place
of adoration some abhor
affection that came naturally
sadly discouraged by the whole

it mattered not behind the veil
where acceptance was assured
echoing what’s known inside
on the canvas of pleasured dreams.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190113.

There is a crowd for everyone
against the teeth of cold shoulders
even when the days seem dark
with no warmth to sooth the soul

friendly faces that do not judge
instead they welcome the lost one
too long wandering in the wastes
with lack of friendship along the way

a place to put down your woes
the world is gladly put aside
a daily grind with no end
is paused with those who lift their kin

strife’s not gone with this reprieve
still the space is most blessed
asking little and giving much
warmth for the soul found at last

smiles and tears are ensured
as close comrades lift the load
in requiem we do the same
ease their burdens in kind return

a calm is centered beyond the storm
acquaintances shield the worst that’s felt
push aside teeth of the dark
when there’s a crowd for everyone.

I found Cupid by the road
prisoner in the stock's firm clamps
in the face of public scorn
this imp of love confined by man
his wings no longer grasped the air
rainbow hues were dimmed by dust
what could have brought him so down low
caged for sins that humans judge.

A messenger is all he was
the agent sent to move two hearts
when the wheels had clicked in place
launch his arrow and make it so
god of love is high praise
though the low is his goal
desire to turn the questing eye
delivered on his missile's tip.

These restraints held him there
until the judge could take the case
some future date the crowd would come
now he and I stood alone
he admitted to no crime
attraction will cross the lines
set by society as a whole
blind only to what it knows.

This envoy known as Eros
is charged with obscenity
when that provoked is all the same
as the norms found in his aim
the hearts still link when he's caged
wounding selves in by love's embrace
though man's officials would argue
fantasies against romance's ways.

Fear not my friends of queer desire
Mars and Venus will have their way
their offspring will throw off his chains
the fire of passion will find its mark
no human banister can decide
pass a judgment that would abide
preventing Cupid from his job.

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.

If only cute were a pill
to be taken on a whim
I’d have a bottle near at hand
to imbibe when calls
handsome is the normative
good enough for most days
still the angst is realized
when something more is desired

shirking off the past mantle
history stacked upon today
asks its due when the urge
to bedazzle comes forward
stepping out the winsome looks
hitting all the high notes
surely this may be chased
when the enchanting is pursued

perhaps this is too much
asking why the itch is there
judgment raising its concern
to be put out to the curb
there are reasons for the thirst
chasing images clearly seen
promoted by society
these are options to be embraced

cuteness springs from within
it’s not sourced from a pill
pharmaceuticals aren’t enough
to project gorgeous looks
instead the push is in the mind
wearing the outward to impress
the choices made are personal
provoking beauty to be observed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190215.

I’m now driven to have a voice
turned to share with Kings and serfs
with the former in charge of change
ruling latter by force of will
while the common may share my pain
bent to meet their master’s fears
it’s to the Lords that I’ll submit
rhyming tomes of spoken verse

at first I put the words to page
quatrained statements in the wind
stating truth that few did read
when given choice to turn away
even when the ink was blood
sourced from wounds I sought to tell
these relics from a bygone age
were as feathers in gusting rain

a voice broke out into the void
first a whisper and then a roar
demanding hue from all around
especially those behind their walls
the verbal hammer molded iron
crafting tools that shattered realms
where the Nobles sat above
these unwilling are dragged to court

my pointed tongue condemns their lot
as truth is told through God’s true face
by their mouth the veil is ripped
tumbling Kings to their fates
this high claim may be too much
wishful boasting from a sad bard
still I’ll state the minds of serfs
while damning sins the Kings commit.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180514.

I'd be Dana for a day
welcome a change to reflect
how far I’d rise if it were true
a joy embracing certitude
perfection set upon the earth
the sublime bliss in stature’s form
for the hours after dawn
leading to the gates beyond

this journey would be enough
exclaiming splendor in response
to the gal that inspires
so much more than life allows
if the gods had their say
the mirrors would all agree
with the choice of the one
to emulate in symmetry

in a single blink of an eye
I'd realize beauty's gain
peach of a dream in waking life
a hottie now realized
form to fit identity
embodied deep inside of me
asking only to be seen
revelation for just one day.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190327.

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.

Static beauty has a place
model sitting for their shot
to my eyes this is too stale
a still image that won't entice

instead I look to action's heat
lighting struck to be captured
by one or two in their trance
a world evoked in camera's eye

don’t ask me not to catch the calm
a pale echo to motion's bliss
I'll instead implore the muse
to put before me jumping fools

skip and caper to music's lead
to be alive is to prance
this I’ll seize on film’s image
energy spent fill the gap

forego poor copy of dream’s splendor
doldrums are not what I want
perhaps the others spend their time
in hush repose to the dull show

my scene is formed in playful ways
happiness found in frolic’s glimpse
as the tunes twist and build
to accompany the dancer’s grace.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171023.

I'll dress the dandy to transcend
the disconnect I'm forced to embrace
by the virtue of gender's stamp
applied at the time of birth
a joke that's secret from the crowd
who assume the normative
a standard lived by the crowd
except those who fight the odds

the dice was rolled by the gods
a mold removed from the shelf
into the latter I was poured
with snake-eyes on the die
this departure moved with stealth
a theme repeated through the years
into the realm of decades' span
until I resolved to respond

acknowledgment was far to slow
the baby steps now comical
even as friends observed
something forming in front of them
in hind-sight the deed was done
with understanding far behind
until at last the consciousness
understood the schemes of life

still society would have a say
given what they had at stake
awareness begged me to step away
from the contracts that held sway
the ink becomes a rigid bond
with blood just as strong
demanding due to the chains
fighting freedom now held true

the response to this cage
identity lost to the rules
is to bend my present style
towards what I’m now denied
the splash of glam will come across
with a dash of dandy and then some
winking broadly until that day
my gender is stated for all to see.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190306.