June 21st, 2015

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Gay, Probably

I came across a personal exclamation while cruising friends of friends on Tumblr. The tumblr member ended their description with the words “gay, probably”. My thoughts on this produced the poem “Gay, Probably”.

Gay, Probably
Poem for Day 172 – 20150621

Gay, probably,
look for the signs,
the tell tales
of a life my own.

Gay, probably,
should you ask my lovers,
if they know
which way I swing?

Gay, probably,
life another way,
another simple label
for life more complex.

Gay, probably,
but if you knew
who I really was this
tag would not be enough.

Gay, probably,
here's the thing,
I don't know
if it really matters.

Gay probably,
or maybe not,
either way it is
the way I'm meant to be.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Shaman - Horse

Poem - First Kiss

I had a dream about a first kiss. One of the benefits of being old(er) is experiencing my fair share of fist kisses. I'm not talking about the spin-the-bottle type. I'm talking about the “we were friends and then BAM we kissed”. Life changes after the event. There is no set path, but there is little chance of going back to the way it was before. This gives me caution. Putting aside the fact I'm married to a very lovely lady who kisses very well... while I completely adore the many beautiful people around me, and very much treasure the time I have with them, I would be reluctant to move onto that first kiss.

First Kiss
Bonus Poem for Day 172 – 20150621

Kiss is met, boundary crossed,
today different from yesterday.
Mutual consent of shared desire,
curiosity satisfied.

This kiss caught us by surprise,
product of moment's coming or going.
Good night to fair one of my life,
hello to delight of intimate contact.

First kiss of the rest of our lives,
last one of its special kind.
Innocence passed, seeking beyond,
to see if bodies follow lip's lead.

So many steps in the journey
that led to this moment in time.
Emotions joined in a crossroads
with a shared track to follow now.

Kiss is met, innocence released,
lives now forever changed.
Our first kiss was promise blessed,
may it lead to many more lips' caress.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Shaman - Horse

Poem - Answer

What happens when I have a period of days without dance? I write raw philosophical poems. The poem “Answer” is about the attempt the “fix” the world by focusing on those that are different from ourselves. Something is broken, but it's not the world.

Bonus Poem for Day 172 – 20150621

Do you have that sick feeling,
there is something amiss here?
I'll confirm this if it helps,
but you'll not like the answer I have.

Life askew, turned right sideways,
with me in the crosshair's center.
Make a correction to mend the box,
redress the flaw found in your world.

You could fix me if I were broken,
patch me if I were cracked,
fill the voids with your shame
that I'm not the same as you.

The stain is not on my skin,
the blemish is not in my religion,
the blasphemy is not my sexuality,
look inside if you want the source.

Do you have that sick feeling
that would ease if I were gone?
You give me too much credit,
I'm not the answer you seek.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.