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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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Jul. 21st, 2019 @ 07:41 pm Poem - Purpose Asks
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Purpose Asks” is about the daily journey of the depressed soul.

Purpose Asks

Tears are hidden when purpose asks
for perseverance above all else
pushing forward for the cause
enacted by the group at large
an empty shell is left behind
pretending life must be pursued

a banquet the eager throngs
is taste of dust that fills the mouth
imagination turned to deeds
demanded ahead of morbid dreams
these artifacts of wakefulness
are reveries that only damn

oh so different in true rest
the scenes are cheerful among friends
in wakefulness the darkness grows
seeking peace of lasting voids

all of turmoil is suppressed
along with tears behind the eyes
perhaps the end will occur
in place of tasks with empty worth.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190721.
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Shaman - Horse
Jul. 20th, 2019 @ 03:57 pm Poem - Please Pardon
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Please Pardon” is about reacting to the normative of hetero-romance. Passion and romance do exist in combinations outside the assumed binary gender identities.

Please Pardon

Please pardon if I celebrate
the lack of gender in the main
penning works without reference
to the bits of natal flesh
each has their own to flit about
these are separate from the wish

to find comfort outside of self
even as the pundits howl
staid purity in their eyes
will not stain my lurid prose
when all embrace because of lust
based on desire and not control

emotions reign without regard
to the strictures of righteousness
they’re all based on dogma’s call
to build tall walls between pure love
assumptions made for the whole
while mother nature is at work

deigning all may feel romance
separate from their mortal frame
the muse requires only this
that gender stand outside of type
words put to page will celebrate
passion followed by the heart.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190720.
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Shaman - Horse
Jul. 19th, 2019 @ 12:51 pm Poem - Hate is Reserved
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Hate is Reserved” about the toxicity experienced by many people gripped with depression.

Hate is Reserved

When hate is reserved for the one
most removed from serpent's tongue
strong concern may be felt
for the events that won't end well

if the world was not askew
the voice will hold fair latitude
for the speaker of the same
and not proclaim the opposite

consider that the self should love
show forbearance for the one
linked across the whole of life
asked to flourish despite of strife

instead a doom comes with grief
sourced from malice felt within
an enmity that must deny
humanity sprung from the divine.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190719.
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Shaman - Horse
Jul. 18th, 2019 @ 12:50 pm Poem - Hope Delayed
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The poem “Hope Delayed” was inspired by thoughts about value of earthly wisdom. The dark words are reserved for those who seek power by virtue of pretended insight.

Hope Delayed

These robes of lost promised hope
threads entangled by discord
hung in tatters by long abuse
by the rulers of this world

vestments tarnished without regard
for the hope that’s been lost
believers searching among the bones
finding only a sad heirloom

when wrapped tightly to evoke
happiness sought above all else
this is the pledge lost to deceit
surviving only in servant’s thoughts

the threads unravel by day’s end
an emperor left without their clout
still the theists long for a time
hope delayed on the decline.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190718.
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Professor Chaos - Evil
Jul. 17th, 2019 @ 12:50 pm Poem - Value Asks
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Value Asks” was inspired by a friend’s sharing of Colossians 2:3 that says "in [him] are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge."

Value Asks

Value asks for a nod
confirmation of sage desires
when the treasures wait inside
sourced from sense of the divine

disregard the plaintive cries
lest they distract with torpid lies
grace implores sure resolve
guidance sought in the cause

the strongest come from inside
embracing wisdom all possess
voices asking to be heard
erudition for the soul

look to the self for truest bliss
extension of holiness
with encouragement to prevail
all that’s missing is the push.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190717.
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Cat - Black
Jul. 16th, 2019 @ 09:04 pm Poem - Empty Eyes
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Empty Eyes” was inspired by a 1940 untitled photo by Aaron Siskind. The source material was an outside of shot of building walls, evoking a human canyon-cave.

Empty Eyes

Canyons filled with empty eyes
silent visionaries knowing all
while keeping secrets of their own
behind staid curtains of the soul

witness to the gods’ downfall
evicted while the cyclone roared
still the walls stood upright
monuments to the contrite

with no regard of what’s beyond
the void containing all the world
this empty echo that resonates
to the chords of sleeping beasts

damning all with vacant hearts
while keeping lairs in the dark
shutters hiding lurking mouths
desiring naught while seeing all.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190716.
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Shaman - Horse
Jul. 15th, 2019 @ 10:38 pm Poem - Mirrored Remnants
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Mirrored Remnants” sprung from the searching for ideas on Tumblr. A posting had a passing reference to echoes on the street. Imagination filled in the rest, with the sum paying homage to past joys.

Mirrored Remnants

Reflections echo from the street
transient wishes at last seen
before the lost are returned
to the realms of tempest spun

caught against windowed glass
matrix of a thousand fears
this history that came before
asking nothing while giving more

ghosts walking in the haze
immaterial to comfort’s gaze
perhaps the angst will forgive
revenants that seek egress

only leaving the passing trace
when returning to empty graves
these images that few admit
mirrored remnants of happiness.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190715.
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Shaman - Horse
Jul. 14th, 2019 @ 09:54 pm Poem - Truth is Music
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Truth is Music” was inspired by the quote attributed to Jack Kerouac: “The only truth is music.”

Truth is Music

Seek the truth in music’s arms
honesty that will evolve
adapting to the greatest need
to dispel the strident lies

that sum of chords expressed throughout
speaks veracity to the heart
even while the gross deceit
is expressed without concern

for the lost among the crowd
desiring comfort in their resolve
to escape from chains of angst
attached in realms of silent rage

against the palette of the world
wishing for sincerity
starved for blessings in the void
now fulfilled by music’s charm.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190714.
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Cat - Black
Jul. 13th, 2019 @ 05:04 pm Poem - Charade Must Persist
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Charade Must Persist” is a double-feature about passing sanity and the ability of bigoted society to pretend a non-existent homogeneous normative.

Charade Must Persist

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.
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Shaman - Horse
Jul. 12th, 2019 @ 12:02 am Poem - Not Just for Sex
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Not Just for Sex” is about the ugly side of bypassed consent. The perpetrators would not accept the same committed against themselves or the ones they care about.

Not Just for Sex

Consent is not just for sex
when intrusion is not checked
pushing past the very walls
meant to protect integrity

at the risk of sanity
a sad victim of disrespect
what’s considered mildly rude
moves into realms that abuse

these boundaries set by privileged folk
from the place of power’s throne
might made right by consequence
of desires that few admit

while protections are instilled
enjoyed within their four walls
then forgotten when applied
to the ones found outside

the very same would be condemned
when meted out to their clan
of violators without regard
for consent outside of bounds.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190712.
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