kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
The poem “Idle Chatter” was prompted by the refrain of "Blasphemous Rumours" by Depeche Mode (1984). “I don't want to start/ Any blasphemous rumours/ But I think that God's/ Got a sick sense of humour/ And when I die/ I expect to find Him laughing.”


Idle Chatter

Don’t ask me to start idle chatter
what I’ve discovered in my walk
when I met the Man in Black
straight man to the Lord on High

The Devil whispered God’s little secret
asking me to hold my tongue
for if the world knew the mystery
they’d grin in unison to his joke

I could hint what’s been uttered
gossip from the Lord of Imps
stating how I’m meant to live
against the veil of darkest light

torture as a right of passage
endings coming all too soon
waking coffins giving shelter
one from another in their despair

silence will be my only option
no outside voice brought to bear
because the start would have no ending
murmur stretching to only screams

when I pass I’ll break my quiet
stand with the Highest in his glee
witness humor behind the horror
share the laughter at Heaven’s Gates.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170605.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
The song “To My Future Spouse” was written for a competition with the challenge “write a song showing your love and desire for your partner”. I have a friend who writes letters to their future spouse. I thought it would be a neat twist for the song to be addressed to the same.


To My Future Spouse

I’ll write this song to my future spouse
state my undying love by lilt of verse
borne by singing voice with words conveyed
across the bridge of time when they’ll hear
my exclamations will convey desire
they’re only written to state my case
when I’m made mute on that fated day
by abject beauty worn on face and limbs.

Future spouse, love of mine
hear my words across the void
time and space will guide you here
to meet me on the other side.

My bottle’s been cast to the far currents
in sea-worn glass etched by past regrets
enclosing all I’ve longed to convey
found on the shore of my future helpmate
I know not how long or far this will take
as currents meld to the whims of fate
in an ocean wide enough for the world
but not so big as to hide my spouse.

Future spouse, love of mine
hear my words across the void
time and space will guide you here
to meet me on the other side.

Melodies shall echo long on that day
I ask nothing more as the tunes are expressed
verses ringing as I acknowledge beauty's
presence in that future realm of belonging
who is the one who will gather my words
in the basket that comprises their heart
these chambers with room where I could live
with bless happiness found in future’s course?

Future spouse, love of mine
hear my words across the void
time and space will guide you here
to meet me on the other side
to meet me on the other side
the other side.

2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20170116.
kokopelle: (Cat - Bunny Love)
Listening to playlist “Lush + Atmospheric” on Spotify got me in the mood to write some romantic lyrics. The result of this effort are the lyrics “Meet Me”.


Meet Me

I've circled round your heavenly orb
you've attracted me to your orbit
I'm a lunar companion to an earthly grace.
I'm pitted with life's handling
now I only seek comfort in a touch
from the lovely body I circumvent.

You are the one I want
the one I need tonight
meet me in my arms
meet me in my arms.

The peacock has its flashing tail
the proud lion has its flaring mane
how do I attract beauty's blessed one?
I'm the plain face in the admiring crowd
looking for my chance to make you see
something special to tip attraction's scales.

You are the one I want
the one I need tonight
meet me in my arms
meet me in my arms.

I'm not proposing to be Romeo
to your Juliet unless fate's string
holds for two souls this romantic end.
Embrace my invitation luminary
brightest light in the celestial sky
combine two hearts into the sum of one.

You are the one I want
the one I need tonight
meet me in my arms
meet me in my arms
meet me in my arms
meet me in my arms.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160517.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
The poem / lyrics “Just a Juggalo” is based on Juggalo culture and “sung” to the tune “Just a Gigolo”.


Just a Juggalo

I'm just a juggalo drinking my Faygo
part of the clown posse.
I wear my face paint in the white and the black
just like the corpses.
Hatchgear is my source for images hardcore
on all my belongings.
Horror is my type of movie that I like
pile on the dead bodies.

I've just got my family
They care for me, they care for me,
this clown posse, this clown posse.

Underground is where my music comes
from the artists I follow.
Violent J exclaimed what I was to play
as a Floob incarnate.
Murder is our thing with a sharp shiv
it's all tongue in cheek.
Criminal might be our thing, beware the posers
they don't have anything on us.

I've just got my family
They care for me, they care for me,
this clown posse, this clown posse.

Whoop whoop is my call in the concert hall
with my family around me.
Finding my same kind with the wicked sign
showing the arms crossed over.

I've just got my family
They care for me, they care for me,
We just want the music
this clown posse, this clown posse,
this clown posse, this clown posse.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160227.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
I've had the honor of knowing people on the fringes of “normal” society. I am comfortable with them because I know I could have been them, willingly, if my cards had been dealt differently. Normal is as normal does.


In the Eyes
Poem for Day 249 – 20150907

Look me in the eyes,
straight into my life.
Put aside judgment
as you see within.
My eyes do betray
my humanity.

The outward portrays
and distracts as well.
The tattoos are mine,
the piercings also.
Look above the rest,
I'm more than my chest.

In my eyes you'll see
another looking
back into your soul.

Gender expression,
who I choose to be,
is my both my choice
and biology
combined into
who I seem to be.

I may pay the bills
in ways you dislike.
I may bump and grind,
using my assets,
just as you use yours
in ways best for each.

In my eyes you'll see
the reflection of
tinge of jealousy.

My predilections,
the sexual kinds,
arousal wired,
you may disagree,
perhaps even shocked,
that is how I freak.

Look me in the eyes,
they look back at you.
Spare me the judgment,
who you think I am.
I can see the world
my place next to you.

In my eyes you'll see
reflection of
one you could have been.
One you want to be,
seeing the hidden
one mirrored in me.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (Frank-n-Furter)
I listened to music by Brett Anderson. His piano work almost brought me to tears. The stream of musical consciousness begs for written accompaniment, if words could ever match the beauty. The poem “Lyricist's Wish” is the outcome of my thoughts on the combination of music and words.


Lyricist's Wish
Poem for Day 236 – 20150823

To hear the notes, to write the words,
passion to share feelings with you.
Stirred by the stream of melody,
composition by fellow man.
Pale echo of music expressed
in ink spilled two dimensional
against the whole breadth
of an artist's musical work.

Is my effort sufficient?
Will it stir your heart and soul?
Mutterings of a lesser man,
the sideshow to the feature act.
To try will be my sole refrain,
while words are not enough,
they will speak my soul's inner self,
a thing worthy to meet music's grasp.

Fervent wish from the lyricist,
fondest results of their craft,
that the words may combined
with a song of matched melody.
In the end the words will soar,
held up by wings of music's tones.
Creation joined in blessed rapture,
to touch the heart and sing the soul.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
The poet / lyricist is asked to discover new realms of writing. Sometimes this goes very very well. Other times, not. The lyrics “Songs About Love and Lust” are about this journey of exploration.


Songs About Love and Lust
Poem for Day 233 – 20150821

Songs about love and lust offered
statements of desire from a far.
Promises of attention reciprocated
on the words of song's soaring voice.
Sentiments from many muses,
common thoughts spring from desires.
I'll share their thoughts with you my friend,
with hopes that I’ll write much more.

That’s what I’ll write, about love and lust,
Songs to tempt the body and sing the heart,
That’s what I’ll write, about love and lust.

I want you and we're apart
the world will shift when we are not.
Unseen vistas promise me all
so let's begin the exploration.
You've got what I want, really want,
give it to me, things will be right.
I'm the one that truly deserves you,
put your thing here in my spot.

Oh my, never mind that last request,
the naughty muse had my tongue.
I'll restate my fervent words
to keep this song on the radio.
This needs to stay hot to trot,
implying the most base acts,
hint hint nudge nudge say no more.

That’s what I’ll write, about love and lust,
Songs to tempt the body and sing the heart,
That’s what I’ll write, about love and lust.

Oh baby baby, undress me now,
I want you and you want me.
Oh baby baby, be nasty with me,
put it where the sun don't shine.
No no no, this won't do at all,
fire the muses of sexy rock.
I'll go back to my day job
of writing sexy greeting cards.

Never again songs to tempt the body
and sing the heart,
and sing the heart.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (Frank-n-Furter)
The saying "Everything will be okay in the end, and if it's not OK, it is not the end." Is credited to John Lennon. It may be better known as being quoted in the movie “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel”. Warning: dark!

Okay Not the End
Bonus Poem for Day 231 – 20150819

Loving friends with kind intents,
purveyors of many gentle thoughts,
present me words that do trigger
intentions of a kind not meant.
If it's not okay, you're not there,
there is even more yet to come.
Not yet the end, but if it were
everything will be all okay.

Okay okay okay okay.
It will be in the distant end
okay okay okay okay.

The limbo of in-between is
neither the end nor is it okay.
Please bring the end here to me
or change the meaning of the other.
Either the end or the okay,
one could come before the latter.
Everything will be okay in the end
if I would not wake up tomorrow.

Okay okay okay okay.
It will be in the forced end
okay okay okay okay.

Here I am waiting for the end,
moving toward the finish line,
the place where everything will be
okay okay okay okay.
Okay okay okay okay.
Okay okay okay okay.
Okay okay.
Okay.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: (Cat - Bunny Love)
The lyrics “Almost Strangers” are about the special kind of connection possible in partners dancing. Most of the time a dance is a chance to engage in enjoyment of the music and movement. The partner, while appreciated, is part of the entire experience. There are rare times when the partner supersedes the dance, and the other’s company is the reason to dance. “Almost Partners” is about those moments.


Almost Strangers
Poem for Day 229 – 20150817

Hold me tight partner of the night,
do not stray and do not wander.
You’re the one I came for tonight,
to dance and to love in close rapport.
In lights dim we will hard embrace,
thirsty souls seeking to be quenched,
lonely hearts longing for respite,
almost strangers in like company.

Body to body with no space in between,
connection by touch and beating heart,
linked together by passion’s urge,
sensual time spent with clothes on.
We’ll show restraint fully dressed,
that is our promise to God above,
but the proximity is too much
for those who look on in dismay.

Almost strangers, seeking comfort,
almost strangers, connection made,
almost strangers, shared restraint,
almost strangers, never again.

I’ll share you with others if I must,
but know this my lovely partner,
you’ll return to my arms in time
to resume where we had left off.
They may say I hold you too close,
that our dance has gone far beyond
social dance of two strangers met
and to this they are correct.

They don’t need you like I do,
don’t crave your calm company,
your sense of impropriety
rolled into the one who can swing.
I’ll ask them to look away,
leave me to my close proximity,
lonely hearts longing for respite,
almost strangers in like company.

Almost strangers, seeking comfort,
almost strangers, connection made,
almost strangers, shared restraint,
almost strangers, never again,
never again, never again.
almost strangers, never again.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
I became a Placebo fan. I’m so not complaining. Listening to songs, watching videos and concerts, made me realize that they’ve been around for twenty years. Some of their tunes, still played lovingly today, go back that far. This got me thinking, how do they play the same songs over and over again? What drives them? The lyrics “Songs Remain the Same” are an examination of this thought.


Songs Remain the Same
Poem for Day 226 – 20150814

The same songs all these years,
playing to the generations,
new acolytes discovering
while you retread the old ground.
I cast new poems into the pond,
too many to count in an afternoon.
Your discography fills a page,
outcome of a creative dream.

The clink of money in the bank,
easy comfort in exchange
for lyric's constant repetition
as the balance is increased.
What the true payment,
ledger's bottom line embraced?
Laughing all the way to the bank
while you play the same songs again.

The same songs again,
repeated ad nauseam.
The same songs again,
repeated for the loving fans.
The same songs again,
repeated with nothing else to say.

Does your soul age as you play
familiar ground seen once again?
Different venues, larger crowds
and the songs remain the same.
Larger shows, new scenery,
treats revealed for the eye,
big screens and fancy props,
and the songs remain the same.

The thrill of fan's accolades,
crowds as far as the eye can see,
you have this and I do not,
aphrodisiac to the soul.
You become the god
on the stage in front of fans,
playing the same tunes for their joy
is this enough for you my friend?

The same songs again,
repeated ad nauseam.
The same songs again,
repeated for the loving fans.
The same songs again,
repeated with nothing else to say.
The same songs again,
songs remain the same,
songs remain the same.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: (Dark God)
I wrote the first two lines of “Dream of Another Life” late one evening. That night I dreamed of the poem's subject. In the dream I explored rewriting the beginnings of our time so the end of the relationship would be different. I awoke and nothing had changed, other than knowing how I would complete the song.


Dream of Another Life
Poem for Day 221 – 20150809

I would dream of another life,
the one in which you were my wife.
By my side in the wistful thoughts
of one who knows the best was loss.
There was the day I would have left
my world behind to be by your side.
That day came and went with timing
that placed us both on other paths.

Our story began many years ago,
in this breadth I see something true.
The years apart are few in compare
to the pleasure we both enjoyed.
Still I wonder what will come to be,
was that happy past just a fad?
I think back to what used to be,
and ponder a future foretold.

Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?

We both met when we were younger,
you more so with me the elder.
Our paths then crossed and latched,
joined together as decades passed.
You grew older and so did I,
this did not lessen the connection felt.
Dreams were hatched in longing hearts,
of things that would be if life changed.

You're the only one with whom I
would have a child in love shared.
What is this manifest desire
to produce a life with you alone?
You, me, and baby would make more
with the children you had from before.
Each loved because they are part of you,
precious ones that I would adore.

Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?

A conjunction of love did present,
meeting of bodies one last time.
An opportunity to both exclaim
the way our lives should progress.
The dice were cast, gamble was lost,
when another player took the field.
I'll not begrudge the choices made,
there was more than love at hand.

Hearts became tied with knots of loss,
commitments made along the way,
revelations of God's base desires,
these trumped a life past dreamt.
Our lives parted paths in the woods,
each road leading separate ways.
Others supported this turn of fate
even as tears rose to my eyes.

Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?

Others now remind me of you,
but they are a poor substitute.
They are not the one I loved,
the one to which I would commit.
The years grow short as winter sets,
twilight drawing on human lives.
You are far while my tears are near,
wheels turn and still I dream of you.

You may never see these bold words,
and still I tell them from my heart.
Casting them out as spilled ink
reveals the marks set in my soul.
I do dream of another life,
the one in which you are my wife.
This passion is my reality,
a cruel twist of this mortal time.

Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?
I would dream of another life,
the one in which you were my wife.
Where is my dream of another life?
Where is my dream of another life?

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: (Cat - Bunny Love)
The lyrics “I Would” are a rhythmic departure for me. The stanzas vary in their pacing, lending them to a song that changes tempo as it progresses. Neat stuff. The topic is one I indulge in weekly: the escape for a time into the arms of my dance partners, guided by timeless tunes.


I Would
Poem for Day 218 – 20150806

I'd be a happier man,
if only life could be a dance
My partners would be so varied,
each with a similarity.
Love of life is sole manifest
as we move with joined step.
Each partner just as magical
as my life dares to dream to be.

I'd move with no fear,
joined with my companions in glee.
To find another,
sharing the moment of opportunity.
Trick another star
into falling from the sky far above.
Lay it at my feet
for another dance free from misgiving.

I'd have the music carry us,
dance as momentary remedy.
The pains of body and mind pass,
swept away by the note's swells.
To move and be is all there is,
cast upon dreams of angel's wings.
The world will return in due time,
but only after this interlude.

I'd love you my dear,
buoyed by this aphrodisiac.
Is it true for you,
does this tune move in your heart the same?
We must both relent,
thank Pan for this glimpse of eternal spring.
The sap may yet rise,
with music's muses guiding the shared way

I'd never think to run away,
another song will cast its lure.
Catch me up in the harmony,
grasp me and hold me lovingly.
Pull me back to the floor with you,
back in the arms of my dance partner.
We'll share a time in the music,
where I'd find my true happiness.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (Frank-n-Furter)
The cover of the Rhianna album “Unapologetic” inspired me to write the lyrics “Myself”. The outgoing wordsmith, be their works poetry, songs, or stories, will reveal much of themselves. There may never be a semi-nude picture of them, but their words can be more revealing than lurid images.


Myself
Bonus Poem for Day 215 – 20150803

I uncover myself with my words,
myself shared for all to see.
The good, bad, and ugly on display,
it’s part of an artist being.
Don’t think me to be the strange one,
unusual from the other ones.
Putting it out there is the norm,
something an artist is meant to do.

Sex, celebration
pain, orientation
lust, intoxication
angst, aggravation.

It’s found in the mix called life,
something you and I are part of.
Allow me to express my small slice,
raw dish served with my soliloquy.
If you see yourself in my words,
know that it is shared condition.
We’ll not get out of life alive,
a terminal state we endure.

Dance, contribution
loss, litigation
love, tribulation
death, destination.

I don’t mean to shock the world,
my words aren’t meant to stir the pot.
In this world there are matching souls,
the ones that feel the same as me.
Some may say it’s spiritual,
blessed be the consistency.
I want to pull the curtain back,
learn that much more about myself.

Sex, pain, lust, angst
dance, loss, love, death.
I uncover myself with my lyrics,
myself shared for all to see.
myself shared for all to see.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
Perhaps every aspiring song writer has somebody they'd like to be. This is the persona they would express if the day arrived that they could sing their songs. My secret can be finally told, I'd be Kate Perry.


I'd Be Kate Perry
Poem for Day 215 – 20150803

If I were to take the stage,
if I were to sing my songs,
I'd strive to be the pop diva,
I'd be the lovely Kate Perry.

If I were to take the stage,
I'd take the world heart by heart.
Share my passions and my soul,
show world the dark and light.
Empowerment of life in rhythmic beat
speaking of naughtier things.
Express a shared lust for life
on the edges of acceptability.

If I were to sing the songs,
I'd be more than a message.
I'd rock the songs with my sexy self,
saying more more than simple words.
Beauty in a total package,
eyes speaking life's volumes.
Body confident in all it's curves,
burning heat ready to express.

I'd strive to be the pop diva,
I'd be on the top of the world.
Bigger than life with a special twist,
that I don't take my self seriously.
I'd be the lovely Kate Perry,
I'd be a super star complete.
Best of dark and light in song,
beauty and passion complete.

If I were to take the stage,
if I were to sing my songs,
I'd strive to be the pop diva,
I'd be the lovely Kate Perry.


© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: (Cat - Bunny Love)
There are people you'll meet who are immediately special, meant to be part of your life. The lyrics “Our Times” are a romanticized expression of such encounters, but the romantic encounters are not the only versions of these special relationships.


Our Times
Poem for Day 214 – 20150802

We danced more than once I know,
I've lost count, that's quite alright.
The joy is fresh as the first,
and I can't ask for anything more.

The first time I was taken,
my heart stolen by your smile.
Here it will stay, unable to stray,
safe in your grin the rest of my days.

The second time was twice as nice,
we stayed up late and talked of life.
A shared connection was made firm.
To you my commitment was ensured.

The third time was the blessed kind,
we kissed to begin the night.
Our passion was ached for release,
and to that end we did relent.

Every time has been the best,
each one better than the last.
How many more will there be?
Let's to loose count in our old age.

We danced more than one or thrice,
I've lost count, that's quite alright.
Our time together continues on
and I can't ask for anything more.

We danced more than once I know,
I've lost count, that's quite alright.
The joy is fresh as the first,
and I can't ask for anything more.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: (Cat - Bunny Love)
Time is a funny thing in the realm of couples dancing. Sometimes it goes on forever. Other times it speeds by. The latter is the topic of my lyrics “Play Another Song.


Play Another Song
Poem for Day 213 – 20150801

We danced slow but time went fast.
Our time together was too brief.
I'll not take my leave from this place,
away from the one that I just met.

Play another song to pass the time,
a melody to wrap around.
Spin another record DJ,
I'll dance with this one again.

I'll loose myself in this moment,
every second an eternity.
However brief they may be
I'll spend them no other way.

Father Time have mercy on me,
don't rush the seconds here at hand.
I found the one I've searched for,
relished as the moments speed on by.

The night has flown on time's quick wings.
I suppose we must now depart.
I will if you grant me this one small wish,
stay by my side and never leave.

Play another song to pass the time,
a melody to wrap around.
Spin another record DJ,
I'll dance with this one again.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
The poem “Too Much Alive” was inspired by a snippet of stanza. I was listening to Placebo radio on Slacker. There I heard Gene Libertine’s "Is It Over"? The lines “Half buried in a world / Where I love everyone / And everyone loves me” triggered the start of my lyrical effort. I can only admit that the decidingly dark tone of Placebo radio informed the rest.


Too Much Alive
Poem for Day 205 – 20150724

I was buried in a world
where I loved everyone
and nobody loved me.
Looking for the undamaged one,
untouched by the trials of life,
I'm not the one, could it be you?
I looked around to find hope
in eyes and hearts of fellow men
and only saw myself looking back.

Images pressed on my eyes,
what I should and cannot be,
lofty goals from hell itself.
Victory found in things,
possessions blending with
plastic people substitutes.
Complete with glass eyes and stone hearts,
bad copies of a perfect life,
marked with scars of feted trials.

Buried is what I seem to be,
six feet under and still alive,
living dead ready for the grave.
Buried underneath the thing called life
mounded high with my regret.
Buried and too much alive.

Touch me if you can please,
really reach me inside my wall,
if you can climb outside of yours.
Shadows passed in the night,
phantoms pretending complicity
with empty vacuum left behind.
Call a truce to put down the arms,
defenses erected for survival sake,
trying to live but living to die.

Maybe my definition of love is wrong,
as twisted as my soul seems to be,
separated from myself as I am to you.
I screamed to hear it echo back,
if everyone is always talking
why am I the only one speaking?
I'll find hope in the bitter end,
a destination for the likes of me,
with the grave pulled over top of me.

Buried is what I seem to be,
six feet under and still alive,
living dead ready for the grave.
Buried underneath the thing called life
mounded high with my regret.
Buried and still too much alive,
buried and too much alive,
too much alive,
alive.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
What is Dubstep??? It is “a form of dance music, typically instrumental, characterized by a sparse, syncopated rhythm and a strong bassline.” Think “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons. It is also one of the coolest types of music to techno-contra too!

Dubstep Smile
Poem for Day 203 – 20150722

The year is two thousand and fifteen,
it's time to feel that dubstep smile.

Here's to the way we feel alive.
To the time we jump on the floor.
DJ laid down that 2-step beat.
Sublow the bass into our bones,
awake the beast that slumbers below,
shake us loose from this sleeping dream.

The music plays as bodies shake.
That is the day we throw it down,
moving to the bass that never ends.
Sway our sexy hips back and forth,
raise the happy hands high in the air,
dubstep all night, come back for more.

We've found our place in dubstep sound,
bodies move in sync to the DJ's tracks,
becoming one with our desires.
At the club, in the hall, just dance.
Contra, swing, whatever grinds own groove,
the one that makes us feel alive.

Let the bass kick, pop it real hard,
it's time we feel that dubstep smile.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: (Dark God)
A Tumblr pictorial commented that Amy Winehouse was the angel that the devil took. The poem “Angel Gone” is a lyrical expression of her life.


Angel Gone
Poem for Day 202 – 20150721

The devil killed my angel's song,
temporal voice most divine.
Too tempting a soul she became,
he sought to bring her down to hell.
Muse's spark flared in my small world,
filling me with her consciousness.
Now my world has gone to black,
my angel lost to devil's ways.

Who could have stood to hold her back?
She embraced the world, spikes and all.
Where were the guardians of the gate?
No barriers as she rushed out.
She was free enough to fly,
but lacked wings to stay afloat.
Gravity found to pull her down,
flight cut short before she soared.

Devil devil,
your due given
and we are lost.
Devil devil
my angel gone
and I must cry.

He cloaked around her loneliness.
Her world was shrunk to the stage.
A pedestal too tall to climb,
Her world became a cage to hide.
Devil's remedies of drink and drug,
freely had with no base restraints.
The cure is worst than pain's cause,
short balm for her troubled mind.

She was beyond his balance due,
a devil's greed has no excuse.
She flew high with too much weight,
the world's desires to contemplate.
God granted her a soul to shine,
a world asked how more was shared.
No way out but down was the reply,
why did she hear that devil's lies?

Devil devil,
your due given
and we have lost.
Devil devil
my angel gone
and I still cry.
Devil devil
my angel gone
gone gone gone.
my angel gone
and I still cry.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
I think I'm a teen-age girl at heart. Why? I dig the Katy Perry songs. Well, I think it is because I love the melodic methods she uses. They are pop and skip, rhythm and bop. They also empower her core audience, and this I appreciate. The lyrics “Mother and Father” are meant to accompany a Katy Perry type musical pacing.


Mother and Father
Poem for Day 186 – 20150705

Mother Nature
delivers the wonderful gifts.
Father Time
supplies the boons of older age.
Let's not and say
we did these things,
awards for living
to an elder year.

Stretch marks,
stomach paunch,
gray hair.
I'll not deny,
I don't like.

Deny Mother,
ask her to step aside.
Deny Father,
tell him to stop the clock.
It's not to be,
they'll have their due,
you'll feel their touch,
embellished intentions
on your body and soul.

Crows feet,
bad back,
sore feet.
Is it fair,
I don't think.

It's so sad that
there are some things
inevitable
gonna happen to
you in their due day.
Fight as you may,
struggling to undo
awards for living large.

Stretch marks,
stomach paunch,
gray hair.
Crows feet,
bad back,
sore feet.
Why oh why
are you in my life?

Here's the true gift,
these are admission
to a life lived among
those you love dear.
Life you hold strong,
friends and lovers,
fierce passion sprung,
and above it all,
leaving your mark greater
than Mother and Father.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.

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