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A picture is worth a thousand words (Unknown)

A picture shows me at a glance what it takes dozens of pages of a book to expound (Ivan Turgenev)

As the Chinese say, 1001 words is worth more than a picture (John McCarthy)

The right balance of habit and novelty -- that people need for there to be enough of the familiar and yet enough of the new and unexpected to make it "lifeful" (paraphrase Terrance McKenna)
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Sep. 14th, 2019 @ 11:11 pm Poem - Forever Yesterday
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Forever Yesterday” is based on thoughts of the dynamic between the permanence of the present moment and the haunting ghosts of the past.

Forever Yesterday

The forever yesterday is no more
has passed away like the fog
now defunct as fading mists
pressed upon by sunlit beams

those artifacts of a past day
once entrenched as if to stay
find no traction in beliefs
torn apart by time’s conceit

dismissing mountains without regard
for the depths of bedrock’s plunge
seeming solid before the breeze
took the hill and cast it down

leaving only memories
the ghosts in place of solidity
a forever that’s passed away
just like the present sure to stay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190914.
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Shaman - Horse
Sep. 13th, 2019 @ 11:11 pm Poem - Road Will Wait
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Road Will Wait” was inspired by thoughts about a journey never truly ending as unexpected paths are revealed.

Road Will Wait

A journey does not stand alone
by a step or many miles
seeking goals with a twist
surprising those who quest an end

the mileage counted is a sham
for its worth in measurement
against the signs that infer
commonality between two men

the main path becomes a sham
as excursions are the rule
searching past the trampled path
still a journey of consequence

those small jaunt fulfill a need
to explore beyond the norm
at sunset the road will wait
with the journey to celebrate.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190913.
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Shaman - Horse
Sep. 12th, 2019 @ 11:10 pm Poem - Paused a Day
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Paused a Day” is about the roller-coaster of self-medication and the pain that is the root cause.

Paused a Day

Medication paused a day
the balm of urge then delayed
with a will to live without
if only for the briefest time

until the need comes again
sight unseen to other folks
yet more present than concerns
voiced for the abstinence

when that fix to ease the pain
sometimes a scratch or bloody gash
demands more than platitudes
even as they fill the void

between damnation and relief
the intermission feeds a hope
somewhere past the curative
is a life of more control.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190912.
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Shaman - Horse
Sep. 11th, 2019 @ 09:00 pm Poem - Wind Blows Cold
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Wind Blows Cold” is about the struggle to share a life in a consistent manner.

Wind Blows Cold

Revelation comes and goes
like the tides by moon’s bent
sometimes rising to the cause
when not pulling away from shore

inconsistent if truth be told
even though the will is strong
wishing something to be said
as the shyness rules the day

to share the self outside of walls
constructed for safety’s sake
darting through the open doors
returning when the wind blows cold

forgive these failings in hindsight
exposure turned to truancy
please don’t judge what may come
look to future fates more kind.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190911.
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Sep. 10th, 2019 @ 05:21 am Poem - Behind Constraints
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Behind Constraints” was inspired by a meme that stated, “You don’t always have to be who they want you to be.”

Behind Constraints

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.
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Sep. 9th, 2019 @ 09:39 pm Poem - Tone Out Loud
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Tone Out Loud” is based on a meme that stated “sounds bad when you say it out loud”, with the subtitle “things I’ve said in therapy #9”.

Tone Out Loud

The tone out loud may betray
the calm realized deep within
perhaps the gods could forgive
what the voice will express

that placid place of good intent
abandoned when the sounds relent
tumbled from the inner depths
to damn the sounds then expressed

somewhere in the journey’s breadth
the words transformed to manifest
ill intent for all involved
even while the angels cringe

vowels twisted around state
exceptions to the smiling face
what’s said outside would be withdrawn
if only time could be reversed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190909.
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Cat - Black
Sep. 8th, 2019 @ 08:25 pm Poem - Those of Failed Worth
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Those of Failed Worth” is about the measures of worth based on efforts outside the mainstream.

Those of Failed Worth

Replacement is a mark of worth
gauged by those who hear the voice
of a world that seems to care
for dollar’s sake and dogma’s bane

one dictates a bottom line
measured by where profits lie
with the spreadsheet all shall know
who shall come and who shall go

the other measures in degrees
already stated by piety
with no room to deviate
from the bane of belief’s state

one or the other will decide
what’s of value and what’s denied
leaving those of failed worth
to wonder why the world has turned.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190908.
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Cat - Black
Sep. 7th, 2019 @ 08:24 pm Poem - Drawer Has Emptied
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
The poem “Drawer Has Emptied” is about a lack of spoons, with this cutlery being slang for “an imaginary unit of energy used by people with illnesses and disabilities”.

Drawer Has Emptied

The drawer has emptied over time
one-thirds cleared as if to comply
with an absence that demands doom
this lack of spoons in present time
those holders of passions pressed
into realms of thriving health
growth beyond the wounded state
is then paused by lack of ready grace

there’s left behind the substitutes
each with a cold purpose set
neither an equal on their own
perhaps together life will resolve
easily fitting into a palm
poor replacement for what’s been lost
the fates continue nonetheless
even if spoons are not at hand

the first demands useful works
that poke and lift of the fork
utility of a long workday
is manifest by implement
crafting worlds without a soul
absent thought of questing hope
this allows the days to unwind
even as the will slowly die

the second cuts with an edge honed
removing meat from the bone
a knife’s edge would cease the pain
at the price of future days
separation that seems to heal
when pain is dropped from the deceased
now lack of spoons has bequeathed
that work combines with edged leave.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190907.
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Sep. 6th, 2019 @ 08:22 pm Poem - Surety Set
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Surety Set” was inspired by thoughts about dogmatic blindness, confirmed by a quote by Philip K Dirk that began with “They want to be the agents, not the victims, of history.”

Surety Set

To come from faith is a trap
snares woven between the words
took to heart by the sincere
before the mind is lost to fear

there is no telling where a life ends
from conception to the last descent
into madness without escape
surety set against all wills

others are damned as so entranced
the lockstep standard is applied
wedded to religion’s jest
that ego lost is safety gained

confusion is the monster born
identity turned to flip the tale
where the god stands alone
or is the enemy of common man.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190906.
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Professor Chaos - Evil
Sep. 5th, 2019 @ 09:25 pm Poem - Sorry Lover
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The poem “Sorry Lover” was loosely inspired by the song “Written in Blood” by the group She Wants Revenge.

Sorry Lover

Sorry lover but you can’t look back
to the sheets thrown to the floor
forgotten while bodies press
ghosts lost to passion’s bliss

promises once had a place
fealty against death’s cold hand
the declarations none will admit
when light of day too soon arrives

strong emotions aren’t cast aside
instead replaced with grounded angst
along with rage of what should be
tears spilled on pillows drenched

promises lost along with pride
if only this came to pass
along with advice none request
sorry lover please don’t look back.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190905.
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Cat - Black