Poem - Human Underneath

As an accidental artist, I am amazed at the frank honesty of other artists. The brave creators bare their souls while they reveal their art. The truly amazing thing is that most people do not recognize these heroic acts. Why? Are the viewers incapable of discerning the messages, unable to see the artist standing naked in front of them? I think not. Instead, I suspect, the audience of the artist chooses to see only the surface, and not be burdened by the raw admittance of the one on the stage.


Human Underneath
Poem for Day 108 – 20150418

See the artist, creative jester therein.
Face up cards on life's table.
Can you really see brave soul
who removes a mask all have placed?
Do you wish to delve down,
explore the well fathoms deep?
A passage beckons beyond,
cold honesty wrapped in art's delights.

Their art stands as testament
to the sum of who they am.
Layers of concealment stripped
in a single creative act.
When put together, all their works,
a picture of the black is viewed,
words of muted madness heard,
the within revealed without.

If you really knew them,
what would you think?
If the veil was removed,
what would be the result?
The choice is made,
look not to the one behind the mask.
Best to see only the glamor,
and not the human underneath.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved

Poem - Cuts Unseen

The poem “Cuts Unseen” is quite dark. It describes some of the motivation behind the act, and states that self-mutilation comes in many forms. It was inspired by a social media friend who struggles as many do, and does so in a way that invites pained inspection.


Cuts Unseen
Bonus Poem for Day 108 – 20150418

I cut myself,
to a bone unseen,
visceral separated
on another plane.
You don't view it,
it is hidden from sight,
but the harm done
bleeding gallons
as my soul expires.
If I could cut
in plain sight
you would know
that I hurt inside.
Instead I slash
in places hidden,
a cry to the world
not heard by any.
Praise those who cut
in visible sight,
not for the act itself,
instead that you can see
while they are still here,
and not quietly fading
away from cuts unseen.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved