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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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Aug. 10th, 2019 @ 08:18 pm Poem - Incel’s Cult
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Incel’s Cult” is a rambling consideration of the sexless life and the rampant procreation supported by religious beliefs.

Incel’s Cult

Pardon me if I disbelieve
that bumping ugly is still a thing
even though the evidence
states quite the opposite
the fair practices once pursued
enjoyment of the lovely views
are now lost to distant days
spawned from acts that cured malaise

purity is circumscribed
by a god in holy writ
even as adherents longed
for the same as lust implores
indulgence taken in the flesh
look to the testament that came before
there the needs were clearly met
taunting me as consequence

to consider religion’s rules
this slows few with dire decrees
company found without clothes
for the sake of coitus’ charm
a convent would be the home
suited for my dearth of joy
there the belief would support
the nothingness of incel’s cult.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190810.
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Shaman - Horse
Aug. 9th, 2019 @ 08:16 pm Poem - Fever Dream
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
The poem “Fever Dream” was inspired by social media declarations of a nation being found under a single theme, an imagined theme that must be somehow enforced to present day.

Fever Dream

One nation under all
founded for a single cause
this is the mantra that resides
in the minds of simple folk

this passion above all else
so say the pundits to themselves
the holy writ applied across
imaginations in the now

this becomes the fervent lie
by the ones who reside
in the boxes built with walls
from the delusion of the mind

uniformity becomes the joke
denying nature of its course
reality will have a say
disallowing the fever dream.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190809.
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Professor Chaos - Evil
Aug. 8th, 2019 @ 08:51 pm Poem - Perhaps One Day
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Perhaps One Day” is a combination of thoughts about impostor complex, feelings of worthlessness, and the knowledge that others are fully in control of the world.

Perhaps One Day

Perhaps one day the world can change
remove this grain from the gears
those sprockets seeking to rotate
have no need to compensate

an irritation that few admit
except to step around the grit
damned by silence without regard
for the feelings of the gnat

allowing gods to have their way
with full knowledge of good and bad
the highest wisdom with least pain
divinity spawned is then made plain

at last all others may depart
the annoyance finally purged
from the sight of those who rule
nature blessed with the void.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190808.
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Cat - Black
Aug. 7th, 2019 @ 08:50 pm Poem - Blue Becomes
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The poem “Blue Becomes” was inspired by a particularly sad morning. During the same time there was an expectation of being productive. The result reminds me of Eiffel 65’s song “I’m Blue”.

Blue Becomes

Blue becomes monochrome
painted across a sad tableau
from one side to the next
except where public gaze applies

these flashes absent of the hues
is not enough to compensate
for the drowning in the sea
filled with azure of all degrees

still the remainder present a nod
a rainbow glittering sudden hints
presented with a knowing wink
as the mask is then denied

as the spectrum sadly fades
it’s not enough to compensate
when the sky has turquoise tears
blurred to gray in last dismay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190807.
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Shaman - Horse
Aug. 6th, 2019 @ 08:27 pm Poem - Dance of Winds
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Dance of Winds” was inspired by Warren Davis’ drawing “Muses of the Winds”.

Dance of Winds

Dance the winds of the night
against the shadows that decline
nature’s state of shining bliss
behind the breeze that remains

those meager echoes from the moon
are supplanted by the storm
the former master of a domain
befallen by the hurricane

the tempest building without regard
for lovers of the ball
a celebration that must proceed
even as the heavens quake

still the night has a charm
the choreograph will go on
in the ruins that may remain
the dance of winds until the end.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190806.
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Shaman - Horse
Aug. 5th, 2019 @ 08:28 pm Poem - Black Words
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
The poem “Black Words” is about writing delivering topics of the darkest flavors.

Black Words

Black words on a white page
dots of ink without reserve
except to state what few desire
to read by the bard’s insight

a trick of light to be reversed
to know the mood that underlies
the muse dictating poet’s terms
without regard for angst incurred

still the pale of the sheet
conveys a tone that portrays
something less than portents writ
soon released by reader’s gaze

in the end the darkest prose
overwhelms the wan surface
driving out the ashen hint
by the worst of sentiments.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190805.
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Shaman - Horse
Aug. 4th, 2019 @ 04:34 pm Poem - A Coming Day
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “A Coming Day” is a reflection of how the workweek is approached.

A Coming Day

Monday is a coming day
right for crying with dismay
for the pain that surrounds
another grind till week’s end

the breadth of work to be endured
matters less than madness found
the comedies compete for time
against the tragedies of the mind

the many goals bang about
conflicting with each ego’s wish
an end result may yet appear
while trepidation turns to fear

priorities becoming mixed
when the plans dance about
the tears will flow as a result
as the week begins again.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190804.
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Cat - Black
Aug. 3rd, 2019 @ 04:31 pm Poem - A Mess Resides
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
The poem “A Mess Resides” is about the embarrassing matters revealed when masks are dropped.

A Mess Resides

A mess resides behind the mask
decades taken to accumulate
the debris of anxieties
stacked to the ceiling and beyond

disaster striking behind the scenes
spun from life’s anxieties
demanding privacy to be kept
behind the veil of reticence

this would be a reason why
to assume the front of good regard
but now the caring has deceased
the sins will flow for all to see

here’s the joke for the room
only friends will stoop to care
while the remainder carry on
with disasters of their own.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190803.
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Cat - Black
Aug. 2nd, 2019 @ 08:12 pm Poem - Has No Ears
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Has No Ears” is about the difficulty of reaching the depressed person.

Has No Ears

How do you say goodbye
to the ones that would reply
if a voice were to ask
for some help to stay alive?

the adieu to seal the deal
a farewell without regard
for input from the crowd
even as the time expires

this dialogue standing mute
until the end at last arrives
a crescendo is then raised
to lament the words unsaid

the echoes sound for a time
an answer to the question put
at the first and now the end
has no ears for the response.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190802.
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Aug. 1st, 2019 @ 08:50 pm Poem - Adjudication Found
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Adjudication Found” is about the frustration of self-judgment combined with the tedium of sadness.

Adjudication Found

Permanence becomes a trial
stacked with a jury same as the judge
both demanding a punishment
damning grounds of steadiness

the courtroom has one crowd
wearing masks that look alike
while spectators are kept outside
until the verdict is handed down

two alternatives by the law
stated from the Devil’s script
either life in solitude
or a quick end by turpitude

with no defense in this courtroom
the decree will be applied
adjudication found at last
by the accused upon themselves.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190801.
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Cat - Black