October 20th, 2018

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Freedom Found

The poem “Freedom Found” was written in response to the prompt, “Comment on how freedom is a choice. The idea is to come up with pieces that express your definition of unbound freedom and how you achieved it, or can achieve it.” Freedom, for me, speaks directly to the discovery and outward revelation of the true self.

Freedom Found

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.
Shaman - Horse

Poem - They Linger

The poem “They Linger” was written for the prompt, “give me scary and creepyminimum.” The end result is about the zombie apocalypse.

They Linger

Perhaps they linger to resolve
the pain received while alive
wishing vengeance the mortal shirk
by equal measure plus much more
perfection sought where there was none
sorrow begs for Devil’s course

holy orders have no defense
when revenants ask for their due
demand revenge in return
no dis-allowance of their rage
retaliation behooves revenge
as the living join their ranks

now the few are the damned
huddled in the fading light
knowing fate will be a curse
escaping peace of the grave
the invitation is a gift
walking dead will persist

don’t despair if you’re the last
the pound of flesh will be withdrawn
before the coming of the dawn
the once-reviled become the norm
long enduring are deceased
this land without a living soul.

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