kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
2017-07-27 10:33 pm
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Poem - Carrying Torches

“Carrying Torches” is about the utility of sharing in social media. I am lifted by knowing others exist in similar situations, also struggling to carry on with victories.

Carrying Torches

My heroes share joined truths
on a screen, out of touch
about their lives in short segments
social media’s greatest strength
they hope the impact is for good
shining light from their hill
it’s most bright in dark of night
blinding some with honesty.

Cries for help on different days
across the walls of the world
bottles dropped in to the sea
I’ll read the notes they’ve conveyed
the very bravest remove the veils
from taboos in realms of health
the statements thrown into the crowd
that some may hear the cries for help.

The angst is channeled into art
honest efforts from the muse
the adept struggles to explain
with no guidebook to lead the way
creation seeks to share a life
the dark squirms to be revealed
don’t condemn the outcome’s breath
if the source is genuine.

All may see the aftermath
in the colored pixels on the screen
archived after tears are shed
even when the smiles return
at this point my heart is swelled
with the knowledge that others dwell
in the shadows, seeking light
carrying torches for fellow man.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170727.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
2017-07-26 05:42 pm
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Poem - Painting Sunbeams

“Painting Sunbeams” was loosely inspired by Claudia Boleyn’s cover of “Take Me To Church”. My muse was excited by the imagery presented both inside and outside an English chapel.

Painting Sunbeams

Stained glass in the windows
in the building outside my bed
imprinting colors on the pews
by the guests at the goodbye
then to tombstones in their ranks
marking memories left behind
there you'll find inscriptions
stating when I left this realm.

Prayers lifted to their God
by visitors to holy ground
intruders for a short time
gather round to bid goodbye
we have so little time
our mortal coils upon the earth
I thank them all for the adieu
memories left as flowers drop.

In their retreat the rest resign
to remain interned in the ground
by form of ash in a jar
or pallbearer's somber load
it matters not what remains
when souls escape from body's cage
passing windows with color's brush
painting sunbeams on the pews.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170726.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (Frank-n-Furter)
2017-07-25 05:46 pm
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Poem - When I Speak

I really respect those people who voice social justice topics on YouTube. One of those people cannot freely leave their house because of mental illness, but they still vocalize rights in front of the social media. The poem “When I Speak” is an observation of this phenomenon, and what I strive to achieve in my poetry.

When I Speak

When I speak I seek to share
the struggles felt within this one
reflection of the group embraced
please listen to my social group
though you may yet disagree
with statements put to your ears.

This isn’t who I thought I’d be
moments of anxiety
when I was young in yesteryear
now a snowflake they abuse
or so it’s thought by contrast
by the masses that embracing fear.

Watch me shoot a telling flare
put it up into the sky
to find the members of my tribe
I’ll share what bring me joy
as strange as they seem to be
outside of the accepted norms.

Exclamation of who I am
is not meant to arouse the lust
a fetish for the larger crowd
to each there own is my plea
predilections some may pursue
put to ears I hope will hear.

As a mix of all of these
just myself, and so much more
I’m not the villain some will see
please try to see my position
my disagreement does not destroy
the free speech of the whole.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170725.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
2017-07-24 09:08 pm
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Poem - Pain of Beauty

“Pain of Beauty” is based on a poetry snippet I wrote in May of 2017. it is about the destructive nature of self-doubt on the inherent beauty of individuals.

Pain of Beauty

Ruin found in beauty's place
in the garden, the serpent's struck
the goddess brought down to earth
by the doubt welling in the mind

recrimination of the inner self
anxiety given word of truth
warping visions of the eyes
corrupting thoughts, the bitter lies

emotions turned on the self
creating caricatures of inner health
monsters not fit for the light
these run free to wound the heart

the past cuts have yet to heal
they still bleed with life’s duress
body-image comes in last
when testimony is ruins self

Venus tearing herself apart
as my tears drop to the ground
cursing serpents for their plan
the pain of beauty is too much.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170724.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
2017-07-23 11:15 am
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Poem - The Friend

“The Friend” is about the prevalence of fear and how it acts out in society.

The Friend

Fear is the friend to all men
with one like that there is no need
for enemies that propagate
from the trigger releasing fear

prompting action from the crowd
splitting off with their own signs
“down with that”, “beware of this”
cleaving life down battle lines

into to this I find my place
with concerns near to my heart
describing dangers that I see
when the hurt extends its claws

the minor slights are much more
when they punch to my core
conversations meant to josh
expose the knives that will cut

back to this friend I introduced
the one that prompts reaction’s ire
statements mean to draw the lines
instead they wreck the innocent

this is the trap that I dodge
to protect those of same cloth
while remembering that all fear
sad reactions to this friend

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170723.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
2017-07-22 01:58 pm
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Poem - Not Like the Others

I approve the push back to the “I’m not like the other girls” movement. I agree with the observation: “the movement should really be called the ‘I don’t want me to treat me the way they treat other women’ movement”. Why? I reside in some social groups that could state “I’m not like the other X” in order to dodge the schizophrenic criticisms of a larger society. I could be damned by the larger rules of my world. What to about this? Should I run from who I am? Perhaps not. I am a unique person, in my self-created diversity, and I would love to see the phrase understood from a place of empowerment. I’m not like the other X, but that’s OK, because I am pretty incredible for all of that.

Not Like the Others

“I’m not like the other ones”
says the wounded soul out loud
running from the enemy
throwing bodies in the way

respect is stolen from the whole
in a vain attempt to rise above
the wounding words all around
with no escape, high or low

the phrase is found at sword’s edge
escape is sought from the rage
criticism that makes no sense
yet all are held as nature’s goal

these are words thrust to shield
when a world seeks to judge
what’s been done is in defense
from a place where there’s no win

respect is the crux, the goal sought
sadly we attack ourselves
when it’s not given by the ones
who set the rules that contradict

it is true that we diverge
I’d like say that this is the norm
respect is found in our own space
so let’s reclaim the words’ power.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170722.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
2017-07-21 05:22 pm
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Poem - Welcome Back

The poem “Welcome Back” was written after I saw an article that expressed how people now felt about ACA. One person said, ““I can’t even remember why I opposed it”. Well, I think I do. Back in the day, the Conservative news-a-sphere was on fire regarding how incredibly evil ACA was. Now, well, not as much. Can people not remember the news and comment they were digesting? The “welcome back” I refer to is either: “welcome back to (relative / moderate) sanity” or “welcome back to your bubble”.

Welcome Back

Welcome back diverted ones
the band has quit it's braying tune
bending wills to tow the line
just as the piper led the mice
silence waits to fill the ears
on the path to doom's embrace
how did the faithful come so far
to then realize they've been had?

The talking heads had their day
pundits talking up their game
while the soothing drums clambered on
to the walls, the hordes come
this was the Wizard's battle cry
as smoke and fire rose to the sky
while behind the curtain's fringe
the band played on with talking points.

'Just the facts' was chant
against the lies of heathen foes
I'll not blame a single one
for buying this with all their heart
when the fear is pumped up
with uncertainty close behind
the dread is the worse of all
combined they are a speaker's ploy.

The narcotic drip was attached
providing stimulant without backlash
those jaded days of railed dissent
when all were high with discontent
the fun's been had, now comes price
a hangover with harsh withdrawal
the fake news has come up flat
though hair of the dog may be had.

Get ready for a sad encore
as the band resumes their march
the volume has been reduced
asking all to find their marks
the piper seeks willing dupes
with a fate too near at hand
doom still calls to that kind
will the targets be twice fooled?

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170721.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
2017-07-20 10:04 pm
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Poem - More Than A Stranger

I follow several YouTube content providers. They are a “second family” that I see through the internet’s one-way mirror. At the same time there are people who follow my social media feeds. For them, I am the person on the other side of the mirror.

More Than A Stranger

Another post from the frontier
a distant realm I behold
far removed from this room
yet close enough to fill my world
electronic whispers I can’t ignore
echo across connecting wires
from the camera to my screen
repetition reveals a friend.

On vblog or shared broadcast
they’ll say hello with many themes
I celebrate what I hear
contrast is the joint mission
more than a stranger, less than a friend
perhaps one day they’ll know I care
concern extended is only felt
when I post comments with the rest.

With a click I’ll stretch my hand
raise my voice to speak above
one of many existing in
the gulf between here and there
the lines are blurred as I recede
into the crowd that fills the land
from local doorstep to far shore
yet close enough to fill my world.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170720.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
2017-07-19 04:26 pm
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Poem - Kept in a Cage

“Kept in a Cage” is about one of the nuances of the human experience.

Kept in a Cage

The creature is best kept in a cage
lest the world know of its ways
longing for far too much
in the realm of civil folk
you'll not hear the growling sigh
unless the muse betrays my trust
too much shared along the way
by putting words to damning page.

The hunger is kept at bay
slackened only by hand fed scraps
delivered in due privacy
lest the world see depravity
the diet would cause me shame
with only demons comforting
their howls of coarse delight
providing shame in my heart.

I wish I could slay the freak
remove the stain from myself
never will this come about
it's part of my humanity
excuse me while I lock the door
throw the bar against the urge
the beast will stay away from you
best for all, kept in a cage.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170719.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
2017-07-18 08:59 pm
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Poem - Day More Sad

Ideation takes sad days to some very bad places. Some people turn to self-harm to find relief from anxiety or to have some feeling beyond the grieving numbness. An alternative to this dire path is creativity via the arts, and for me, poetry is the outlet.

Day More Sad

a day more sad than most of them
in between the glamour found
where the dancing brings only light
with music played to fill the heart

the gulf is deep with no bottom
none I can see with my eyes
this is the place where darkness lurks
the innate state of my soul

a test of wills is then joined
the thrill is wane in the face
of the low grade misery
ideation for the end

the minutes move just the same
asking me to fulfill the tasks
joy absent from completion's sake
meant to satisfy the day's expanse

here I wonder if it's worthwhile
to remain, to endure the slog
just to peak a future date
then fall back down to wait again

perhaps the peace would be my last
stretch through time unlike the now
no longer waiting for another day
because the same will always be

temptation calls with easy voice
promises made against resolve
a test of strength between the two
this day more sad than the rest

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170718.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
2017-07-17 07:56 pm
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Poem - Barriers of the Flesh

“Barriers of the Flesh” is about encounters outside of conventional, accepted relationships.

Barriers of the Flesh

The walls fall, tumbling down
as my hands find their place
the door flung opened wide
invitation to have my way
flesh desired is now had
bargain set between adults
mine is given equally
mutual pleasure the end goal.

What's needed is not sacrosanct
blessed by the angels far above
as they turn from the sight
lest the Lord hear of the sin
the blissful rubble is where I'll lay
satisfied to have found my way
to the beauty found within
outside barriers that I had built.

Tomorrow I'll bear the wrath
feel the stares from fellow man
today feels no reproach
skin's deep hunger shields me now
they'll ask if love was the cause
I'll reply yes if it's understood
passion promised led me there
into arms that delivered all.

Forgive the weakness of my walls
what was asked was too much
the salve of dogma was found lack
when deep inside I had a void
a vacuum begged to be filled
with physique jointly shared
no lack of want was the cause
to breach the barriers of the flesh.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170717.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
2017-07-16 11:42 pm
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Poem - Timing’s Cure

People act as examples to each others. These examples can give assurances that others are not unique. Perceived shortcomings are in fact part of a larger plan.

Timing’s Cure

I was not born this way
so say the judges who critique
the ways of right and wrong alike
not knowing why I am myself

perhaps they’re right in their speech
with all these masks I present
reckoning substance from intent
when shall I strive to show myself?

this path has timing I’ll present
to make straight the twisted ways
unwind the riddle that I present
by living here in your midst

far too early would be brash
not understand by the rest
when the paint is still fresh
comes the leader with none to follow

the muse asks the out reach
to be the moment it was meant
insight given to consider
mediating what must come

we were born to find our way
asked to drop the masks still worn
I’ll do my part with timing’s cure
evoking insight to those still lost.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170716.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
2017-07-15 12:34 pm
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Poem - The Reflections

“The Reflections” is about supplementing self-worth through the feedback from true friends.

The Reflections

In the mirror of my friends
the truer portrait is revealed
of the one I’d like to be
and not the wreck of self-esteem

when I allow them to draw near
it’s made plain that I have worth
not in dollars that may be spent
instead in treasures of the heart

flaws are the norm in human form
this is acknowledged to be true
these are less than beauty’s count
I see echoed in their eyes

the reflections are not the same
across the breadth of who they know
to be cherished in special ways
unlike all others, each their own

in these mirrors I hope to find
the sum of love outwardly felt
so I may take this inwardly
find my reasons to carry on.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170715.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
2017-07-14 11:50 am
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Poem - Mirror, Mirror

“Mirror, Mirror” was written about my dislike of mirrors and my mild symptoms of BDD.

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall
avert your gaze from this mortal
rescind judgment, look away
I'll have no part with you today
others may rebuff themselves
or even worse, in relative
these I'll look with different eye
gauge their beauty above the blot.

Then the monsters assert themselves
in form of mist inside my head
capturing vision to misuse
seeking wounds on psyche’s soul
taunting whispers, pointing paws
stating wrongness all too large
flaws are plain in their sight
best to turn in case they're right.

Others don’t see my flaws
or if they do, they play them down
mole hills where I see mountains
a little bump where I feel walls
the quickest glance is enough
please don't pause, look too long
lest the fears be then confirmed
by mirror, mirror on the wall.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170714.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
2017-07-13 08:31 pm
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Poem - Enough

“Enough” was inspired by the maddening disconnect between what people say they want, what they really want, and how they act when they receive the latter.


I wish I was enough for them
filling lives with luridness
at the same time falling short
with a lack they'll approve
alluring tease bereft of guile
an equal who knows their place
fair to eye to please the lust
still demure to reflect desire

maturity is confidence
blessed when life hits the ropes
an object for the pedestal
prized with a wisdom they proclaim
this is true, except when it's not
fateful youth fills the mind
no gender is safe in their age
when juicy fruit is what they're not

I'd be saint and the whore
which of these would they like?
one to sate a holy book
the other brings pleasure to the loins
both exist to fill this shell
available at a moment's whim
frightening those who realize
the same is found within their mind

strength is blessing for a time
with the source in life's realm
wisdom of a thousand days
attraction hung to tempt a world
sadly these are too much
enough blunt the simple mind
wanting all, demanding less
lest their state be then judged

conquest becomes the fashion
a prize to stalk and then to have
greatest thrill is the chase
anticipation of what comes next
until the quarry has been had
full in hand, revealing all
then the disgust arrives in full
a human being, not the dream

all of these evoke a rage
turned towards object that is craved
when contrary is called out
stating trickery has been found
or the crux is darker still
attempt to have the cake at hand?
power wants to have the tart
to eat the same while in command.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170713.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
2017-07-12 04:27 pm
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Poem - Ending's Gain

"Ending's Gain" is about terminal lucidity, a term coined by the biologist Michael Nahm in 2009,
describes the brief state of clarity and energy that sometimes precedes death.

Ending's Gain

At the end I see it all
and take pen to paper to clarify
what God's revealed to my eyes
perhaps this should not be
the muse evoking blasphemy
though closings bring such memories

a final push of energy
gifting me to share the word
has occurred as midnight's stroke
the tunnel's light must now wait
delay an exit to better realms
while last strength fills my limbs

clarity is the benefit
presenting views most conceal
when honor meets embarrassment
past is brought to present time
social constructs most dismay
are made plain on this day

I'll use the last of my will
before a rattle fills my throat
and the words are ended here
wishing that the season stretched
beyond the terminal now embraced
allowing for ending's gain.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170712.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
2017-07-11 09:09 pm
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Poem - Hold Ourselves

“Hold Ourselves” was inspired by a meme that contained the line, “Sometimes we need to hold ourselves”.

Hold Ourselves

Sometimes we need to hold ourselves
lest the world pulls us apart
grasping hands that only know
consuming hunger for a soul

find the center of the storm
Where the demons may well lurk
they're made plain in this place
without the noise to hide behind

once confronted deep inside
they have no place to run and hide
except to ask to be a part
of the thing they undermined

sanity's found in the calm
where darkness is made a friend
conquered in the holy quest
to live a life free from pain.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170711.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
2017-07-10 11:18 pm
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Poem - Illusion Of The Words

“Illusion of the Words” was inspired by a photo of a store in South Korea that had the signage, “I still hide you in my poetry”. Exploration of this theme led me to a place where I consider poetry to be an attempt to feel the heat of the past, even though the fires are long gone.

Illusion Of The Words

The veil of years have obscured
emotions felt that linger cold
heart’s possessions words describe
hiding embers in poetry
kept there safe so I’m assured
what I’ve lost may be found

a woeful bard declares the rhymes
to remember past tenderness
weaving these in lyrics blessed
thus I’ll hide the memories
layered in my many poems
across the span of tearful odes

asking muse to evoke joy
from the dust my pen inscribes
in echoed halls I’ll describe
there the flame may still burn
with no heat to warm my heart
because it’s illusion of the words.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170710.
kokopelle: (Cat - Bunny Love)
2017-07-09 01:49 pm
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Poem - Fallen Hard To Be Loved

“Fallen Hard To Be Loved” was prompted by the quote, “You think you’re in love but you just want to be loved”.

Fallen Hard To Be Loved

I thought I had fallen hard
knee to ground from Cupid’s bow
inflicted with a fondness for
another soul not my own
imagination running wild
believing I had found the one
consider where I had been
longing to move beyond.

The idea came from the blue
in one moment I was quite sane
believing I could live alone
with the want of needing none
then the crush came on hard
feeling passions from the heart
why did I long to move outside
the safety lost when I fell?

This was the dream I held close
avoiding pain brought by love
with the walls of solitude
if only this were the truth
when I missed the greatest fact
what God asked me to now pursue
finding others to satisfy
an urge hard-wired to core’s desire.

I fell in love to be loved
allowing chance to open doors
longing hard to be adored
led to me to another one
wishing they were by my side
beloved found on their lips
of the person I’d be next to
fallen hard to be loved.

2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170709.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
2017-07-08 08:53 pm
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Poem - Natural

My daily review of Tumblr found a blog posting by an abuse survivor. It spoke to the tension, masking, and eventual tainting of the sufferer by the toxic situation. Their words prompted me to write “Natural”


Is it natural to want to hurt
toxic aims held to heart
planning harm at future’s time?
this pondering is for other ones
kin supposed to care for you
though actions say otherwise

in this place the dread is real
the belt or stick is near at hand
at any time the fist may fly
the not knowing is the worse
expectation of future’s realm
that drains the spirit in the now

others only see the mask
nice for a time to trick the rube
the intent is to confuse
this false journey to the norm
is life’s sad laugh from a god
allowing pain to find a child

anxiety becomes a lifestyle
a full time job with no pay
helplessness against the wrong
imbuing illness to accept
or promote the same within the self
this natural is the Devil’s gain.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170708.