Apr. 3rd, 2016

kokopelle: (I Want to Believe)
The poem “Music's Realm” was inspired by a Tumblr blog about women DJs and the stellar performances of our local swing danced DJs.


Music's Realm

DJ you've got the job
of sending me away from here
to a world of music's realm
home of my life's heartfelt quest
no one else may their way
with this fragile human one
made immortal in the song
as you feed my lust for life.

While the tunes are in my head
I alone witness the notes
please aid birth to the outer
dancer's revelation made concrete
this is the music's child
DJ the chosen midwife
of the offspring incarnate
feet and heart move alike.

Now the world has shifted here
I've fallen one thousand feet
to place of your passion's bliss
imagined by turntable's way
there is nothing else to achieve
once the DJ has shared their grace
my heart and soul are combined
life complete in the music's realm.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160403.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
My April Fools offering of 2016 was an exciting video based announcement!

https://youtu.be/eHnxkqjxFg4
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
Recovery from depression is a journey. The steps taken everyday. Some are small, some are large. Some are forward, some regress. There are gateways irrevocable. Through these I hope to never cross as I awake from the dream.


Echoes of Pain

To sleep and never wake
is this the answer to my dreams
of life abandoned in midstream
from echoes of pain of the past?
The limbs may be long absent
still the phantom pain persists
vampire haunts of sorrow gone
still linger resilient to efforts now.

The whole suffers for the small
while the memories are reinforced
negative in spin of past sins
by the savoring of life's failures pure
far better to remove the source
that impedes on dreams best spent
on the future unknown to all
yet full of promise for those who live.

Sleeping is best spent to dream future
not the past of failures spurned
built to towers high of brittle bone
only remembered by this lonely one
to sleep and never wake
would arrest creativity
celebrating the hope retrieved
from echoes of pain of the past.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160403.

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