Journey to Ixtlan

The poem “The Rent You Pay” was inspired by a social media friend who succinctly stated, ‘“Pretty” is not the rent you pay to exist in this world.’


The Rent You Pay

The price that’s paid has a due
survival is the golden rule
persisting here another day
the end of times then delayed

this seems simplistic at first glance
until the rules deny the chance
to determine the here and there
that society deems to declare

attractiveness damns everyone
but there are those that lies enclose
stating how they’re meant to live
by virtue of what they give

pretty is spun to be a rent
with existence as consequence
deny this price if the bill
is presented against your will.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200402.

The poem “To Be Observed” was inspired a meme that featured a night sky, filled with stars, and the caption “admidst silence”.


To Be Observed

Silence amidst cacophony
those pauses from disharmony
introduce realms beyond the blare
an invitation to those who dare

beauty without soliloquy
the statement made in bless harmony
with a world none shall explain
when the essence is made plain

the smallest of all things
and the largest of consequence
stand outside the dialogue
of words bent to account

look to the heavens filled with stars
or the splendor of a cat’s paw
these breaks from a troubled world
each only asks to be observed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191228.

The poem “Confirmed in Dress” was inspired by a dream that involved wearing a beautiful dress ensemble, made that more perfect with beauty makeover.  The poem also admires those who seek to display their beauty in less dress, enduring the world with burlesque displays.

Confirmed in Dress

Clothes evoke chains of decency
propriety the world desires to see
a battle that’s surely lost
when spirit rises to pay the cost

the norm embraces decorum’s plea
to seek the blanket of propriety
others reject this notion to reveal
the individual not brought to heel

 they may choose to show the flesh
or present the gender felt in the breast
these lofty goals bend the rules
arousing passions that may confuse

even while the celebrants
those who face mistaken jeers
know their choice is surely blessed
with heart and mind confirmed in dress.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191121.

The poem “Life’s Great Gulf” is an anagrammatic treatment of my poem “Beauty’s Place, with the original inspired by the stream of lovely photos in my Tumblr feed.


Life’s Great Gulf

Stature confirming beauty’s place
knowing all is as it should be
contentment gained in the end
sadness spurned by reality

refine impressions at heart’s dismay
as predilections have their say
acknowledging those surely blessed
still admiration may persist

divine impression restrained to sight
embrace artifacts hewed from life
to admire nature’s consequence
belying what could follow next

separated by life’s great gulf
admire the breadth of results
surety set by the frame
stature confirms beauty’s place.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191116.

The poem “Transgression Taken” was inspired by wanting to write about beauty.   The following night I dreamed about a friend who was unwillingly part of a traveling sex slave outfit.    I didn’t realize it was them at first, but when I did, I held them close and cried.


Transgression Taken

Beauty holds a special place
across the spectrum life may take
instructed by vision’s quest
then turned to dark for evil wants

the blessed game of give and take
gives the latter an upper hand
given to the grasping tastes
wishing lust to be the game

between the look and the touch
one comes first if life is fair
while the second is not assumed
when the world disdains abuse

that wanting beauty to be held
without respect for vessel’s stead
the spectrum does not permit
transgression taken in the end.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191018.

The poem “Perfection of the Leg” was inspired by a Tumblr photo displaying an excellent set of legs in fancy hose.


Perfection of the Leg

The representation of the leg
fall too short when compared
to attributes above the waist
or that region of booty fame

gams extending to the foot
both the curves and the straight
attribution of delight
to the review of the eyes

the shapeliness that few deny
when honesty is applied
the delight of verity
only damned by devil’s lies

these edifice of angel’s breadth
recognized by vision’s bliss
defying nature in good jest
with perfection of the leg.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190916.

The poem “Pure Ascetic” is about the attainment of beauty in a sea of beautiful people and the ravages of aging.


Pure Ascetic

Perhaps one day I’ll join the rest
beauties placed upon the stage
embodying nature’s tendency
to demonstrate the female grace

between the age of young to old
each so comely in their way
time will dictate consequence
though forward movement will occur

a legacy that all must face
to embody their own display
a statement made by design
as age descends with every year

perhaps one day I’ll join the rest
with myself as the result
creating style along the way
pure ascetic holding sway.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190729.

The poem “Consider Style” was inspired by Natalie Wynn’s YouTube video “Beauty”. Produced on her channel ContraPoints, the video presented the concept that style is an alternative view to beauty. You can be stylish at any age, passing or not. Style is a way of cultivating a personal ascetic that a person has control over. Why? Style is an individual ascetic not held hostage to collective beauty standards. Through the through the power of original style, one can create the place in which their beauty is appreciated.


Consider Style

Consider style as a redoubt
personalized in its goal
to withstand the pointed barbs
inflicted by a wicked world
many molds await the guests
with promises of beauty’s gift

each is a trap in itself
these paragons that few attest
fair illusions are evoked
at the price of willing souls
now prostrate to the task
of luring more as consequence

Procrustes had his bed
forcing outcomes with great pain
now the same made by said
of elegance turned to shame
there is a path to sanity
securely forming dignity

assurance that all is well
while striving for attractiveness
embrace what makes one sing
standalone to charm the flock
this is the state that affirms
the individual among the crowd

the result cannot fall
deep foundations of confidence
even if the pundits cry
fallacies of their minds
hold tight to a bless vision
stated loud for all to see.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190526.

The poem “The High Fence” is a rambling consideration of beauty and it’s attainment.


The High Fence

Look to beauty for a clue
of what the heart would pursue
outside of masks that conceal
longing for an open field
the fences ring the dandelions
along with daisies blooming wild

those flowers echo apologies
for the barriers they live within
violets ask for a reprieve
the same intent inside of me
they are the rebels of the crowd
whispering truths far too loud

these are the secrets of the stars
the first is last after all
beauty found in purple hues
it’s enough to convince
the lost outside the high fence
the seekers of true consequence.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190304.

The poem “With a Beauty” is a contemplation of my relationship to beauty.


With a Beauty

The face of beauty is not denied
a vision present to my eyes
I stand the captive to the view
with scant promise lest I smile
the beating heart whispered there
knowing much while being mute
nodding to the furtive eyes
that skew away from lustful thoughts

perhaps the imps will forgive
what the angels would decry
knowing that I’m laid low
to seek beyond is folly’s goal
in my sight they stand alone
creation’s height on pillar’s font
much like Venus from the sea
with a promise I’d like to keep

these oaths are made by other folks
pledged on lives not yet revoked
the balance shows on my account
not enough to claim a goal
I truly wish I could dance
in celebration of their lives
this I leave to other souls
to live the dreams beyond my hopes

what they miss is what I’ll grasp
learning more than common man
about the object that fascinates
the face of beauty to contemplate
forever distant while being close
by comely sights and nattered chat
they are a boon I’ll not deny
when the face imbues my life.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190210.