"disabuse" poems
I stand here today
alone, brokenhearted,
to say
I do not understand Love.
No, not at all.
Its easy when new,
or newly unparted,
when the flame of desire outshines every flaw.
But, when seen through the eyes
of three decades behind us,
it doesn't seem all that thrilling,
that new
or that grand.
It wears like a harness with the weight of forever.
So tell me,
then why is it in so much demand?
I've been told,
while its true,
that your heart is a muscle;
it doesn't get stronger, but weaker from use.
I thought I knew better.
I thought I was Rustle.
But that granite presumption
she did disabuse.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
You stand at the crossroads,
You thought you had it all.
Now that you've been brought low
You see the story's whole.
Left with your heart - no soul -
Wasted time while you've grown old.
Your whole world is face based.
Whatever you hoped to gain
And all that you've laid to waste,
Is due to the fact that
You thought you could get by with a pretty face.
Now since it's the path you chose,
Please, don't let me disabuse you,
As you enjoy the cause and effect.
Be it the pleasantries
Or if it's all the pain.
You made your way through life,
You did it all.
Men, money, mansions, more -
You had no wants,
You had the world on hold
While you held your court.
Riding around, one guy to another
From rags to riches, and then back to rags.
Riding your fortunes as a swell on the seas.
Walking the streets for money,
And sitting sweet on Daddy's dollar.
In time, the years wore on:
The parties went, a storied song,
The nights were long with drinks aplenty,
Debauchery and fun, so was your motto,
And when the party was over,
You, the only, not left sober.
Left to feel your pain,
Left with all you squandered
As you wear that eye-shadow - I believe the color is called regret,
Something that is so unbecoming on you,
Only eclipsed by that scowl,
Remembering days when you were stunning.
Apr 21, 2011
Apr 21, 2011 at 9:12 AM UTC
I wished to paint
The brown birds
Outside
The color
Of our son’s blue eyes
Inside
To my amuse
Which part did
I disabuse
The part were you can
Wish
Colors on birds
Or that we have
A son
And his eyes are
Blue
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 9:43 AM UTC
I swing the torch from side to side
The visionary light by which I abide
Basks me in resplendent glow
As I go dreaming, rocking to and fro
Embarked on magic ride
This is the dance. It tells a truth
A kind of vision rare, forsooth
I canter round soul's shire on enchanted hoof
A siren of iridescent youth
The knowledge of my path does sooth
And to my sullied brain it does amuse
In it's form I have faith and trust
Stoking, kindling my spiritual lust
To disabuse the ruse
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
Excuse me if my words cut deep
when the lines were meant to *****
the conscience sleeping down below
slumbering while a world drowned
I'll lean into the ****
asking for the next few minutes
long enough to read the text
a poem's reflection of your soul.
The slash draws red upon the skin
this is the color shared by all
reminder of the liquid shared
crimson base below gold threads
yet still the colors are confused
gold leads to silver, then to green
imagining reality where none should be
if caring is for the fellow man.
What is the measure for your charge
dictation of what comes before?
all things aligned, in their time done
something's first, the highest goal
expectations writ to book's pages
the clink of coin in a purse
comfort gained, never lost
these are the gild some have lost.
It's fine to stand on the tall hill
until the winds carries the screams
from the eddies below the perch
writhe the sinners of your mind
they are not lesser than your idols
specifically yourself in mirror's frame
blessed by a god you only see
perhaps it's your image you embrace.
Ivory towers with lone residents
fortunates seek the frosty air
with no taint by the lost
drifting up from hell's domain
the stench is scattered by money's breeze
the hurricane that lifts the boats
to a shore that few should see
shared disaster seen as reprieve.
When red is ocean's hue
my words seek to disabuse
those with skin too thick to feel
with images from the other world
when red is spilled at time's course
no matter how remote a life became
I hope my words found a place
to be considered before the end.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170512.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
I see you and you see me
But together we just can't be
You said you want to be just friends
But how long will that last till it ends?
Your holding on to the past to decide your future
I'm letting go of mine because I use to be a loser
We where happy when we where together
To me there was no feeling better
I made you laugh I made you smile
You gave me a feeling I haven't felt in a while
You became my muse
I became your disabuse
I showed you something that no other man did
I brought out that person in you that you always hid
You had me talking about my secrets I've kept
I don't know how you did it but my safe you cracked
But I know who you are too
And for your son there's nothing you won't do
I admire your motive to give him your all
Believe me when I say I'll be there to never let you fall
But you said you want to be just friends
How long will that last till it ends?
Still I get lost in your eyes
To you I just can't lie
You took my pain away
I thought about you everyday
Your mind is so intriguing
I just want to kiss you under the stars shining
And you where happy every time I came around
I had you feeling like you where floating off the ground
I just wanted to let you know that you are special
I wanted to show you that you're full of potential
I wanted you to feel like a queen
I was ready to be your king
And whenever you where feeling down
I was the one you'd call to come around
I hated seeing you without a smile on your face
I'd hold you and tell you let me take you away from this place
Let me show you that everything will be okay
Because come tomorrow with me, it'll be a better day
But maybe I used you as a distraction
To block the pain from my past actions
Then you said you wanted to be just friends
How long will that last till it ends?
Because just friends I can't be
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
Awake! Awake! Thy sleeping spirit shake
Rapt in throe of evil's dancing mistake
We're bewitched and hexed by hell
And the sounds of its princeling knell
To above from underworld's lake
We can arise. It will come true
A warm and enlivening breeze will through us blow
Our spiritual sleep we'll come to rue
And we'll plump our seat on truth's pews
The awakening will disabuse
The awful and offensive ruse
Our torch will swing in front of evils' face
And shine light on evil's hate and disgrace
For cosmic justice, we take our cues
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC