I'll admit to the gods above
I've got a thing for mammaries
enough to ink a page
adoration of curvatures
this predilection is entrenched
even as more comeliness
spans the genders life presents
attraction known to be honest

back to the bosoms I'll acclaim
small or large are all the same
a tribute to beauty's span
focused on the chests' region
when Moon in Cancer has its way
a person trembles with resolve
to admire a gorgeous bust
integral to a personage

those delights that most conceal
beneath the fabric of decorum's press
Perhaps it's proper after all
society asks for nothing less
still a hint may be shown
there's no lovelier sight I'll say
than a cleft between hillocks
valley where the treasures wait

this sight of cleavage takes my breath
though the curves still distract
midriff with a sweeping arch
feast for eyes if not the hands
please forgive my lurid words
I'll only worship from afar
as the endowments proffer love
for the busts that fill my life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181128.

I found the friend I should keep
if Fate allows, that fickle fiend
introductions did not promise
joyous outcomes in future’s sight
the invitation is heartfelt
contrary to nature’s bent
where the strangers walk about
none see another, until now.

Fate led me to water’s edge
then asked me to drink too deep
I approached with my fear
knowing that my life could change
the depths dropped out of sight
where this led I could not say
so much unknown in the pledge
to stand beside a new ally
from the parched to the drowned
lips once cracked would be submerged
drinking in what was absent
swimming deep in liquid bliss.

Here is the rub, what I hinted
that future hides beyond our sight
in its hands, the good and bad
what’s chosen now will be revealed
a choice is put to both of us
Fate gives short warning in query
pledging nothing in return
I’ve found a friend, what do I do?

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170617.

When foundations are not present
by the virtue of life’s path
self-assurance becomes adrift
among the shoals of consequence
a destination is partially glimpsed
across the span of rolling swells

once placid waters endure the storm
by aftershocks of the ground shook
paradise at last found
still shrouded in the heavy fog
without a guide a way is lost
across the tempest of life tossed

the hazards are from lights
leading to reefs of blight
with no interest for the welfare
of the voyager who seeks to dare
the safe journey may be assured
by the beacons pointing to the shore

with the knowledge of the path
traveled in the distant past
these foundations disavow
the ugly lies that have no love
in their place the self will find
the assurance of soul and mind.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200120.

Pick up the fragments that belong
in the basket of the self
even while the world suggests
what’s retrieved should be shamed
an assault where none is meant
pharisees err in response
when curative is the intent
for the traveler off the path

beware gatekeepers of all stripes
the outsider or close ally
denying unity sought within
as the holy guards the breach
the victim cast as miscreant
targeted to save the group
on the altar of the right
still the splinters must be amassed

the shards echo rainbow hues
scattered on the floor of life
spectrums hidden are reclaimed
the stacked result fills the sky
stars embodied in the depths
collected with a net of tears
zodiacs reflect the self
shining brighter than distress.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180913.

Freedom waits outside the walls
constructed to keep safe a soul
seeking more than life provides
when awareness at last arrives
the journey ends with a roar
is begun at the shore
of a land that does not serve
the traveler of different strokes

first the whispers nudge the boat
currents roaring deep below
pushing boulders in the dark
worlds are moved in result
on the surface the waves are slight
muted by persistent lies
society must constrain
misunderstood they can’t accept

determined winds then insist
catch the sails that invite
appetites beyond the shade
still the return is choice
before the tempest joins desire
decisions made beyond the mind
revelation becomes the storm
seeking lands beyond the norm

sea and soul merge as one
in the end the line is crossed
emancipated by the choice
comfort found in the core
verdict handed to a world
announcing truth now revealed
no longer safe in staid chains
freedom found outside of walls.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181020.

Free to fly for a short time
beyond the limits that life contrives
when both the body and the mind
elevate into the sky

gravity asked to step aside
no longer master of mortal ones
now the attraction to the ground
has been removed by the chords

to leave the bounds of the earth
even for the briefest jaunt
allows ecstasy in the feet
their journeys measured by the beat

when the dancing is applied
the soaring brings only smiles
with conviction of eternal bliss
at least until the notes relent

the price may come afterward
bring the crowd down to earth
because the gods will demand
nothing less as consequence

but in the now, the air is home
atmosphere to fill the heart
lift all up to prance again
denying gravity for that chance.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190326.

On this day I'll celebrate
the breadth of life outside of lines
to walk the paths of my life
with the friends I'd not expect
companions of so many stripes
some like me, many not
while I may not know the cause
embracing life is why they strive.

If I attach to who I am
diversity has no loved place
this I learned as I met
those outside my bubble's span
I hope to do the same for them
show a glimpse of what could be
that fools have wisdom of their own
outside of boxes where dogma lies.

The sweetest part is to see
beauty's mark in so many ways
assuring me something's left behind
far from ugliness I view elsewhere
the progress made through the years
though they are not my children
warms my heart in the same way
growth achieved by leaps and bounds.

In due time there will be a day
when they leave or perhaps I will
life's that way don't you know
gifts bestowed and then removed
with this threat I'll not recede
though time’s cruel ways deny all
with friends I’d not expect
I’ll celebrate more than the sum.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171026.

Statements come from the screen
those few strangers sharing life
opening windows if not doors
streaming voices to my ears
paced for rushed attention spans
the trail extends beyond my sight
a steady stream I’ve pursued
now I return to pay homage

I consumed them in short time
desire informed by my lack
by the knowledge of who I was
hunger sated in mirror’s face
honesty on the whispered wind
more than most would relate
these voices from the rabbit holes
too brave by twice in utterance

targets for both good and bad
at the worst the trolls come out
unaware of the truth
the gold I find is their dross
tableau of pure suffering
are echoes of an inner space
not the same but close enough
as I’m roused to wave back

now my statements are put forth
sympathy turned to reverence
as I join the pioneers
still upright with wounds concealed
tilting windmills that stand tall
it’s enough to share a nod
affirming tears borne of growth
conveying comfort with my smiles.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180531.

The decades passed before I knew
recognition of a core truth
affinity to alternatives
including base androgyny
I resisted the first hints
attraction asked for variance
beyond what most would embrace
in response I pulled within

into those shadows I retired
allowing a false normative
presenting visions for a world
that could not stomach any more
passing was the stratagem
hiding in the fullest sight
even though the lure was there
pulling me to look for more

the clock dealt discovery
revelation became the theme
turning pages with a shock
if only I could regress time
then I’d live the wider path
embracing attraction and much more
gender stated between the poles
at least there’s now to live a life.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181017.

The after is far too late
that time for sharing thoughts
a truth that some will realize
on the far side of mirror’s face

relics stand in testimony
worthy of past saints departed
yet they're only debris disregarded
by a world that soon forgets

I've tried speaking from the void
that space beyond in-between
the mirror did not relent
only murmurs sent to those who care

burned in the eye of memory
the spark of what once was
few will see past that flare
fading in the retina

allowing voice to be delivered
with nothing in return
knocking on the mirror’s face
from the land of departed souls

surviving becomes a punishment
gift from an uncaring god
spoiled by the reticence
to extend the far dispatch.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180917.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had the dream again
scenery different with the same theme
partial ****** on display
full frontal below the waist

with no planning this occurs
suddenly belts loose or I forget
to cover bits that some think lewd
when presented in public view

here’s the twist to the tale
sometimes I am aware
knowing that exposure is relegated
to the land behind the veil of sleep

still I think that I’m awake
the shame too real in moment’s space
while I reflect upon
this only happens when I’m asleep

the silver lining to this debacle
a slip from decorum’s space
is that the waking world
bears no witness to this state

sadly there is one downside
realized when it comes to size
nobody is there to see the change
that I’m more endowed in the realm of sleep.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181214.

The abuse is normalized
when the numbness settles in
another turn around the clock
the same no matter what
repetition is the master's trick
the surest way to ease a mind
subdue the urge to flee
when the tone is misery

the harsh word is mollified
even as the wound is struck
by the promise of emptiness
once the storm has reduced
while the clouds circle round
never fully leaving the sky
casting grays across the earth
without a rainbow ever seen

colors reduced to red and black
splashed with blue to illustrate
that the bruises manifest
from a palette of imp's delight
mixed to black without recourse
to the balm others source
from the lack of injury
or is it something angels keep?

still the outcome is embraced
just another tortured day
until the cycle is expired
by the stain of bloodshed
this is the hope above all else
a wish that lives in the heart
the fondness of the beyond
when life is fully lost.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190205.

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.

Doors exist in other realms
leading to the here and now
allowing travel to progress
until today is the past’s gain

reflection of what came before
once the edge of everything
fades in the memory of the world
forgetting where now was born

arrangements already made
before the present is displayed
stating what will advance
beyond the veil of present time

those portals asking for review
of how journey turned around
what tomorrow may present
in the eyes of future past.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191004.

Galaxies spinning across the veil
each enormous in itself
a million suns if not more
now combining separate lives

collision made in love’s realm
by consequence of crashing hearts
heavens blessed by fingers grasped
hands alone have made contact

the briefest nudge shook the skies
so much more than casual touch
a contact made that asked for more
each universe expanding forth

the outsider could not see
foundations shattered in response
with no reprieve for the souls
shook behind curtain’s shroud

disaster is not the term
now applied when little stands
by itself when two combine
tumbling down in unison.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180820.

Garish should be the undertone
so say the ones who hold the line
desiring only that mutes explain
the breadth of life beyond the pale

until the souls who dare to dream
demand expression beyond the veil
with vibrancy of color’s swatch
and actions stated to justly shock

these statements exclaimed without regard
for sensibilities in fashion’s realm
instead the giants are thrown down
by admiration of damning jests

extracting praise for substitutes
the flagrant over the sadly tamed
a mystery that gods disdain
while beauty fills the latitudes.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190828.

Gender flows from a source
a sacred premise sometimes flawed
still the whole relies upon
these qualities to state the world
asking some to twist their selves
for the comfort of the whole
seeking forms that fit staid molds
constructed by the status quo

blue or pink for each side
align with bits of body parts
stamped on the consciousness
as anatomy has its say
usurping nature deep inside
peeping out in inner thoughts
prompting those who disagree
to fight the fixed society

the binary is a start
there are some who mix the two
or disavow a single bond
these expressions are allowed
more often the lanes are crossed
to find a truth that coincides
with a nature beyond the flesh
that forms the body felt incomplete

this is compared to those who veer
to the side that is their truth
gender flowing to be resolved
with touch of lace or something else
gender moves back and forth
outside the realm of normative
while the twisting calms the self
of the one that feels its touch.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190126.

Gender flows from a source
a sacred premise sometimes flawed
still the whole relies upon
these qualities to state the world

asking some to twist their selves
for the comfort of the whole
seeking forms that fit staid molds
constructed by the status quo

blue or pink for each side
align with bits of body parts
stamped on the consciousness
as anatomy has its say

usurping nature deep inside
peeping out in inner thoughts
prompting those who disagree
to fight the fixed society

the binary is a start
there are some who mix the two
or disavow a single bond
these expressions are allowed

more often the lanes are crossed
to find a truth that coincides
with a nature beyond the flesh
that forms the body felt incomplete

this is compared to those who veer
to the side that is their truth
gender flowing to be resolved
with touch of lace or something else.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190126.

If I could kiss him on the lips
taste the lust that fills my heart
or much lower, that is true
evoked by forces asking more
this first step invites more
caressing cheek while I adore
the masculine in all its prime
smooching hard before embrace.

If I could pull her in to feel the heat
tucked in close, flesh to flesh
swapping feels under clothes
finding both the hard and soft
indulgence taken as two are one
heaven found at hell’s doorstep
standing up is pleasure’s stance
desiring more beyond the touch.

If I could take them to my bed
gender put up on the shelf
to find instead what’s near at hand
taking all to realm of bliss
parts are parts, we all have them
combining in so many ways
release is raced towards the goals
finding all that’s underneath.

All these ‘ifs’ are my fare
acknowledgment of carnal breadth
not meant to poke the eye of God
instead I bend to whom I am
diversity is my way
the door opened to all kinds
with discretion still in play
finding partners in gender’s span.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170812.

Affection of the female kind
just the friendship finally found
is the salve for the questing heart
coming from a former self

without confusion that the meek
is the state for woman’s grace
just as fierce with wit that cuts
in defense of worldly strikes

the communal behind a veil
a front exacted against the pain
allowing entry of the type
once existing on the far side

now entranced by support
once estranged before the turn
to the gender that confirms
affection from the female kind.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190824.

Ghosts of the past still exist
looking on with rapt intent
as the present evolves beyond
the constraints of prior resolve

impediments that once constrained
with inexperience surely blamed
for the struggles of the past
these hurdles spanned at last

perseverance against restraints
this was the struggle allowed by fate
now half remembered in the fog
as futures react to firm resolve

the shadows now far behind
applaud as if to remind
that life renews with every day
affirming spirit will find a way.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200125.

Bystanders wonder at the fuss
with no skin in the game
asking why some may howl
and others cry with clear dismay
you’ll see the answer has a twist
the expected with sand thrown in
to the gears that move with blood
no longer spinning against the drag.

Two sides are placed on the field
this is illusion few will admit
when the duo has company
a mixed blessing to both foes
advocate is one name used
ally would be another term
collaborator from another tongue
yelled in disgust at the betrayal.

This third party may intrude
on sacred ground in past hard earned
with good intent and ignorance
their friends aghast at what is said
talking at the injured ones
over heads that do not ask
for the words condemning ways
opinion begins to rip the flesh.

Caring only to be right
misinformed by ignorance
of the ways the others walk
truest by immersion’s blight
when living is the best teacher
immersion both the day and night
skin is the vessel always bound
this is not how the allies live.

There is a way to veer away
to show compassion even when
allies cannot fully know
what to say that does not hurt
be the advocate of the few
giving voice to announce
above the cries of circling foes
“listen to the ones who know”.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170811.

I dreamt of pomegranates
fruit of the twilight gods
in the glades of Sirkcumsale
on the lap of a new love
they wore a veil that concealed
the death implied alongside birth
each a companion to the lust
delayed as promise bid its time.

First my brow, then my chin
the hand lingered, clad in red
promise pressed into the folds
as their trail moved below
the eyes topped cover’s screen
attention called from the caress
shifting hues from green to red
this seemed normal in dream’s realm.

Irrespective of their gender
the planted kisses plied the pleasure
returned in mass, this is my way
to turn attention to the lips
the embrace is what’s important
once submerged I’ll be the swimmer
comeliness is broached by touch
pulling close with hug and smooch.

I was raptured, I’ll admit
perhaps by an evil jinn
I’ll not attest if that was true
when desire was all I knew
the balance may not be told
it was diversion from the norm
crimson fruit was mine to have
in the glades of Sirkcumsale.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171007.

May the gods notice you
this is the crux of a curse
removing the anonymity
those blessings of obscurity

now the heavens and the hells
invite excursions at the risk
of getting what’s been asked
the unforeseen is a chance

the joke is at your expense
a bill extended at the end
even as the blessings flow
calamity waits to unfold

visibility comes with a price
the embolden become contrite
too much of a good thing
removes the glamour of the bling.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200111.

I thought I had seen it all
beauty expressed in its full
yet there I saw a pinnacle
not attained in the before

my breath escaped my throat
as if I'd stepped outside
from the contented path
to the idea of perfection

the eyes tracked to observe
what I could only look upon
as fate was in collaboration
with Cupid arrow's spiked

it mattered not what was taken
obsession came before all that
if only for a moment's breadth
I witnessed splendor's highest mark

now I return to the tried and true
with observation of normality
I'll not risk all I have
for the glimpse of excellence.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170928.

Selfishness informs the lot
from the small to the large
each with desires to be sate
across the whole of the race

individuals seek to survive
asking worlds to comply
with variations of love and joy
often fitting for the flock

communities join the fray
with decisions some dismay
even as the masses cheer
for the greed others jeer

this selfishness circles round
marginalized seeking balm
pushing back to have their own
the glint of light against a storm.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200201.

These reminders I can't escape
staring out of the picture frame
the same individual as before
guiding hand I can't touch

Aphrodite or Hecate
both are present in my day
one to show the way to love
the other to temper what may result

watching from the flat dimension
cloistered on four sides
nonetheless they suggest
which path of goddess I'll partake

their purpose shroud in joy
with the veil of sadness cast
upon a mood that reflects
the breadth of who I am

forever stating what came before
now I walk the path implored
by the one that speak the voice
of deities beyond the veil

combined as a shade expressed
in the present yet still absent
that paradigm that I pursue
magic wrapped in beauty's arms.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181003.

Proximity is God’s bliss
reward for toil on the earth
there is a place to drive for glory
and then to rest in arms of pleasure

when the work numbs the soul
to keep the roof over the head
a reward may be found
behind closed doors, balm of core

labor bends the strongest backs
in due time all must relax
drop the tools held at hand
hold another for delight

sweat does come from hard strain
and other ways at end of day
the former is guild’s due
the latter taken for pleasure’s sake

**** his enemy for lies told
bodies pressing is natural
subversion of the hunger felt
is Satan’s cruel jest on the earth

closeness should not be the sin
it’s a reward after the toil
sharing pain with tasks before
proximity grasped as God’s bliss.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170729.

They say suffering is God's grace
rejoice in pain the helper brings
as a gift to tortured souls
evoking love in misery

woe leading to fortitude
resolute in life’s decline
there’s no place to go but down
patience grasped it’s crushed

this toleration leads the way
stoicism born of pain
disposition springing forth
making claims against what’s lost

building character as the goal
twisted fruit from blood soaked ground
seeking hope beyond the fall
stumbling forward on broken bones

now shame is lost to the void
gift of Spirit that sups on gore
that twisted love now evoked
suffering’s end I’ll not rejoice.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180803.

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.

Words are scrawled in the night
by the poets and punks alike
asking nothing for their craft
except to share in dawn’s new light

the lawless sound revolt’s place
by bold letters on the walls
each with a spell that must be cast
while meaning begs due regard

daylight is the false ally
making plain the hidden oaths
as the guardians of the old
resist the pleas made with paint

the war is waged from dawn to dusk
by the weak against the strong
evoking masses to their side
a legion hiding outside the walls

with only marks now weaponized
defacement fights as shadows fall
announcing what the masters fear
empowering those who must speak

scribbles stating naked truth
the rebels hold graffiti’s voice
asking little for their craft
except to change the universe.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180712.

Promises made behind the veil
the self-committed to the unsaid
are realized in graphic bliss
tempered by impermanence

those lurid dreams of the obscene
exist beyond morality
harbored in the inky depths
where restraints tempt the fates

chains cast aside in pursuit
of revelation deep within
no longer held by the norms
a celebration pressing flesh

the dull sanity of the dawn
asks too much in exchange
when a longing for escape
begs for sleep instead of wake.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190924.

I saw myself on the screen
in the book and through the play
with validation I implore
as I’m judged beyond the fold

this revelation by a spotlight
shined upon the duplicates
near enough to speak my mind
imitator of disparity

affirmation in public view
this is permission for the whole
to avow my place to live
in the group from which I’m estranged

echoes of the hidden lives
sanctioned for all to see
blessing from disclosure’s path
of what was once sadly veiled

affirmation of what I am
what I already knew
is measured by the display
acceptance by the media

broadcast for full regard
the lack is seen at the same time
one or another seems the reward
for culture’s grasp of unity.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180527.

The shadows will bury the dead
tossing a flower into the grave
joining desires without reprieve
to living alongside humanity

travels cut short by lack of a path
circling round back to the start
without regard for weariness
experienced in spades as consequence

now that the dream has expired
without a promise of living again
only a memory is left behind
now imagined as the greatest lie

darkness will bury what now remains
inter the doubts with all the pain
while the dawn rises in the east
damnation is granted six feet deep.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190617.

Today’s the grist for yesterday
not yet faded by time’s stain
when the photos help sustain
fading memories beyond the veil

forever strains to be held
before the stream slips away
still we’re sure of our strength
to hold a mountain in our hand

the far landscape slowly moves
mistaken for the here and now
while the foreground zips on by
each is the whole of a snapshot

digital voices in their bottles
matched to faces of the past
they’re not the same as the now
it matters not for what’s been done

surety that all is fixed
becomes the falsehood in the end
when today continues on
with yesterdays dropped behind

still I insist I must reside
in a bubble that change resists
while taking photos to sustain
grist to use in future days.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180603.

They asked how I've changed
compared to those of the same ilk
by geography of my breach
or the decade I was birthed
the answer comes with a grin
that I’m the proof of consequence
when the orthodox was observed
then tossed aside as life progressed

we were once oh so young
babies growing to small tots
then to youths with many years
ahead of them seek the truth
against the bulk of legacy
assumptions made about core truths
who to love and who to hate
relevance of gender’s place

attraction denied by dogma’s teeth
stating preference from holy book
the opposite was only blessed
when the same triggered fear
abomination was the name
given to the ones that strayed
from the norm most embraced
yet denied the self within

epiphany of a fluid state
came much later than the rest
gender flowing between two poles
seeking balance in my soul
this theme repeated what came before
the normative left far behind
yet still I was the same person
grown from child to so much more.

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The winged cherub stands by me
a flaming sword held at hand
a single purpose is its charge
you'll not pass these sacred gates

now the garden has been lost
fruitful tree removed from hand
succulents with no compare
hanging low, now out of reach

I was abandoned by Father Time
after the journey of a life
standing here at the portal
prisoner of a saintly guard

caring nothing of lost joy
veins of ice in that one
a higher good is forefront
than grace reduced in passion's fall

it points east as if to share
there I must travel before I sin
lest I taste forbidden fruit
a harvest passed down the line

now my chore is to exist
to accompany this angel until I die
or likely demon, it's all the same
guardian anointed in twilight years.

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Laughter bends to the will
of the one that’s tittering
stating more than happiness
in the span of sound expressed

emotions’ span seeks a way
to exclaim sad dismay
the derision echoed forth
is only part of the retort

madness mixes with the joy
one or the other is explored
in the chuckles and guffaws
declarations sometimes bizarre

the release is paramount
beyond the sanity of the mind
giggles are the uttered balm
lunacy to guffawed calm.

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Falling in love became routine
another day spent in want betrayed
by the nature of the response
to adoration so cruelly trounced

defeated by something close
to addiction if truth be told
that need to feel so much more
than affection of the slow burn

instead the flames consume the source
while hardly scorching the other ones
those targets of passion’s siren call
unable to hear the desire’s resolve

the apt response is to deny the urge
falling in love at last purged
habits die hard when they’re set
this one discarded with sad regret.

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A half a bubble to the left
there is a place beyond this life
where existence blurs to blue
away from normal rules
stated logic bound to pacts
the promises made become chains
establishing norms all agree
are the black and white decrees

demanding respect in response
to derision cast upon
subjects looking to escape
from the hatred they endure
leering taunts from afar
faceless monsters seeking harm
or associates close at hand
with a lack of tolerance

invoking quests for safe ports
the odd grovel when they’re stuck
docility born of survivals gambit
to hide in sight of master’s ire
still the bubble seeks to shift
even though the pain is real
perhaps the reason is from this
need to prosper nonetheless

into dreams that are askew
no judgment offered in the blue
floating outside normal rules
not alone in the crowd
there are other reprobates
sharing natures that transcend
touching God to realize
half a bubble is adequate.

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There is a hall in my mind
on each side there is a row
cherished thoughts of beauty’s mark
one in a thousand, many times

none were the same in their charm
be it outward or inward turned
all were attractive in of themselves
this I saw across the span

grade school was the first
loveliness in youth’s bloom
still this lingers on the wall
the most blessed, furthest off

in each year a few were added
beauty fixed to recall’s banks
fairness blessed in retention
only seen within my thoughts

their inclusion is not a statement
of romance or even friends
instead it is of predilections
comeliness in tribute’s realm

it’s even better if they are buddies
then I learn more of their life
all the foibles and the strengths
retrospection then most prized

celebration of God’s deeds
perhaps the others cannot see
it is their loss I suppose
these I capture in memory

there is no harm in recognizing
attraction honed by my desires
when the end is recognition
in the hall of my mind.

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Welcome to the Hall of Gods
destination of all mankind
be your choice an ancient one
or the spirit freshly spun
both old and new have their shrines
one or may be pursued
of minted plastic credit cards
or dais stained with lamb’s blood

born on belief from high and low
some more noble than the next
with shine of light the former stands
contrasting with the stench of shame
the seeds of each wait to grow
in the other when soil is right
the day turns to night’s dire depths
none are holier than the rest

even when the void is worshiped
absence becomes the most profound
a focus on the lack of makers
creates a force greater than all the rest
the will is given in the end
sustaining outcome defined by need
creators invented to explain rebirth
destroyers evoked to end it all

power requires the eternal soul
borrowed for a time as collateral
against the quest to find substance
some meaning between the here and there
while kneeling at alters on bent knee
presenting alms to sway favor
by adoration or fear’s urge
welcoming balm of deity.

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Hangers take what they give
this is a purpose to which I’ll sing
evoke the muse within these words
to ascribe a mythic course
the imaginary is released
now made real by a thought’s need
by arrangements brought back and forth
from the closet of shuttered dreams

when the old is retrieved
marked with the dust of time
the raiments of past purpose
are now void in the light
the new is put in their place
euphoria found in the threads
transformation for the soul
while the outer is consoled

alignment is asked from the stars
garments worn to only please
to surely know joy's refrain
if only the mirror would share this claim
the confusion is foreseen
put aside when a choice is made
to grace a hanger with a garb
embellish life with due regard.

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In between the happiness
I die a little to exist
trading futures for the time
in those moments I truly smile
pushing past to grab the ring
the brass circlet asks no less
a sacrifice to feed the need
beyond the hells of common day

the minor heavens open up
with respite at last grasped
asking only that the breadth
is harvested to feed the whim
many ask why this should be
against the fog of memory
forgetting how they succumbed
to the worm seeking more

it responds with a shrug
asking penance afterward
a small price in the end
even as the light is dimmed
the edges fray to be undone
while the focus is on the fun
****** in the end to release
happiness that cannot last.

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Happiness guessed is fantasy
accounting for the scary dreams
worry spawns more of the same
damning all that play the game

failure wrapped without regard
for the falls beyond the edge
imagined in full relief
against the bones still complete

without a break even though
phantom pains take control
reducing those who abide
with the troubles of the mind

sadness thought to carry on
clouds spun into the storm
contrasted with the coming balm
this asks too much from the now.

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Those mountain tops are so very high
allowing one to touch the sky
only gods have this reach
if only this were ours to keep

even deities have feet of clay
thus mere humans are betrayed
by the shadow in plain sight
manic turned to plunging fright

depressive slopes lead downward
to the pits of hellish purge
what came of goals set before?
the die was flipped afterwards

the sorted plans of mice and men
are cast to pieces in the end
if only life could remain
among the clouds of happy days.

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I’ve survived, now I’m here
in the moment of my fear
wondering what waits in the fog
the curtain hiding what’s beyond

nothing’s constant, that I learned
by the change both good and bad
a wheel turning to move or crush
by some choice or by force

the slow illusion hid this fact
then I awoke and saw the truth
recognition was denied
of where I was in my life

awareness is this moment’s grace
endurance was the final gift
warning of what’s to come
past the veil of life’s harsh charms.

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How do you say goodbye
to the ones that would reply
if a voice were to ask
for some help to stay alive?

the adieu to seal the deal
a farewell without regard
for input from the crowd
even as the time expires

this dialogue standing mute
until the end at last arrives
a crescendo is then raised
to lament the words unsaid

the echoes sound for a time
an answer to the question put
at the first and now the end
has no ears for the response.

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When the hate becomes a box
electrified by past comments
there's no escape for the one
now enclosed by lack of love

the feast was fed for a time
riches poured from above
as the base demanded blood
to sate the priest’s unholy lusts

now that trenches have been dug
with the bottoms beyond sight
keeping safe the twisted words
entrenched in need to be right

truth unmade by the mold
of small hatreds spun to large
asking all the vapid fears
to infect beyond their realm

no compromise is possible
once the line has been crossed
even if the soul may ask
for reprieve beyond discord.

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