Journey to Ixtlan

A series of Tumblr inspirations led me to write the poem “Devotion’s Altar”. It is about dancing, but not the social kind.


Devotion’s Altar

Find out what you love
what you hold most dear
who you adore as beloved.
Seek that one to share the warmth
of nature’s call to coincide
two for pleasure with love embraced.

Cherish the moments together
treasure them for the bliss
they are a prize few will find.
Grasp them firmly in your arms
spin them round so they are
the center of the world.

Worship at devotion’s altar
finding bliss on bent knee
venerate before ardour’s plunge.
Tap the passion of two sparks
flaming hot for each other
melding pleasure with the love.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160702.

My poem “The Other” is about one of the pitfalls of living. Life isn't fair, we survive, and yet there is painful regret.


The Other

To have loved and lost is passing pain.
To still love and lost is permanent ache.
It would be bliss if life was the first
sadly though I've felt the second.
Once there was a rose in bloom
complete with the inherent thorns.
Still the stem was embraced
with stains of blood to this day.

It matters not how many years
tick away on the wheel
when the heart has indulged
in the quest to find its love.
To love is the price of life
with no guarantees issued forth.
Love extends beyond the veil
of bloom's failure to expand.

Life continues with some joy
with love's encounters near at hand.
I'll not proclaim that all is lost
when walks divert at the fork.
A lifetime will flow away
as participants walk their way
by choice or circumstance
down paths not taken by the other.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160416.

The poem “Love's Journey” is my attempt to share how I view the wide and humbling aspects of love. The aspects of love cannot be put into boxes constructed by religious tomes or restricted by society's most average levels of comfort. Finding love and expressing it can take a person to places both on and off the conventional maps. If only we could all be brave enough to find our way to the happy endings.


Love's Journey
Poem for Day 281 – 20151009

I. Love's Quest

Seeking love's gentle comfort,
so rare a thing amongst the many.
The soul is refreshed by acceptance
of personal proclivities within.

Others wonder at the wide range,
their eyes blind by a narrow reference
of life bent sung to a different song
by choice personal or band leader.

I'll seek my joys with others in my way,
follow my heart to perhaps other lands.
I'll seek my loves in the people resident
where my friends and family cannot follow.

II. Love's Companions

If I find this with gender different,
gender same, or gender fluid,
the thing I seek is the same,
a place to find my peace, rest my head.

The color of skin matters little
when journey's quest is much deeper.
The spark of spirit, lilt of laughter,
crossing shades of dermal difference.

The interests vary mundane and spiritual,
fetishes bizarre and religion varied,
my loves embrace the shared rituals
of a life most uniquely shaped.

III. Love's Expression

My expression of love can vary much,
by pan and demi, mono and poly.
I'll pursue the one or more meant to be
with others who share my propensities.

Love's attraction has different ends,
some are physical, somatic tensile,
seeking resolution in another one
of body shared in base relief.

Others arrive with emotions strong,
but physical relating held at bay,
the need to bond in the corporal
of little substance in our love.

IV. Love's End

In the end I hope to find what I seek
in rare few of those met along the way.
I am a unique creation by nature's hand,
radiant in soul and corrupted in man.

I'll acknowledge that I've met a few,
those who have spent some time with me,
shared more than most by their choice,
and to them I am forever indebted.

I count myself to be a fortunate one
to find the treasures in the dross of men.
Love's gentle comfort found in the hard and soft
of lives shared amongst those most cherished.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.

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.

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.

Some of my favorite songs are a mix of French and English. I wanted to try my hand at this. The result is the song “Je T’aime”.


Je T’aime
Poem for Day 159 – 20150608

I cannot find the words to say
the thing that stirs in my heart.
My native tongue cannot speak
my feelings for you this day.
Another language will share my thoughts,
reveal my heart to you my dear.
Another language to speak my mind
mon amour, my cherished one.

Je t’aime, je t’aime,
I love you are these words,
je t’aime mon amour.

My soul is released with these words.
the language of love shows you
the depth of my reverence,
the need I have to be with you.
How long do I wish to be the one
by your side during this life.
Another language will speak my mind
mon amour, my cherished one.

Je t'aime pour toujours,
forever added to
the phrase I love you.

There’s one last thing I need to hear,
with my heart spilled out to you.
That thing that will lift to me,
bring joy to the rest of this shared life.
Return my sentiments in kind,
phrased in enduring phrases of love.
Another langue will speak your mind
mon amour, my cherished one.

Je t’aime aussi, Je t’aime aussi.
Purest reply a lover can hear.
Je t’aime, je t’aime,
je t’aime mon amour.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved

I suspect that my future tome of poetry will be named something like “Statements of Dance and Death”. The poem “Dance and Death” is a free style pondering of the topics I often write about.


Dance and Death
Poem for Day 123 – 20150503

Poems of death
lyrics of love
rhymes of dance
rituals of life's charade
these I chronicle
share more than I should
in a stream of thought
as I reveal myself to you.

Of death I mean change
both big and small
conclusions and climaxes
interruptions all
made to life's flow
the differences you see
are longevity's voice
spoken in poem's prose.

Love is a theme
lust for the world
beauty the candle
to my desire core
what of the age
the difference between
life so admired
and my measured age.

Lastly see dance
a mixing of both
the death and beauty
combined in the heart
the result is sensual
carnal delight
in poetry's language
for salacious friends.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved

A person too incredible for words shared the poem “To My Unattainable”. This is a too common sentiment in human relations. I took the title and spun my own poem around this distressing theme.


To My Unattainable
Poem for Day 065 – 20150306

I met you and I knew,
no doubt in my mind.
You were to be the one
to which I would belong.
Yet this is not to be,
this message I send to thee.

Consider this a letter
that you will never see.
A missive of my passion
thrust boldly into the void.
Returned by the postman
'message undeliverable".

The reason for this reality
matters little to my soul.
Be it impractical or impossible,
the end is the same to me.
Dark mood consumes me whole,
remedy removed from my hands.

You would complete me,
fill internal place.
Puzzle pieces come together
in life's grand scheme.
Yet this space will remain,
this vacancy of the soul.

Thrashing of a heart,
grounded wings of love.
Shake my fist at the divine,
and gaze at you from afar.
Fun house maze of mirrors,
so close but yet so far.

To my unattainable,
I can write no more.
Tears blind my eyes
as pen tears at my heart.
Close the letter unredeemed,
sincerely the one not meant to be.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved

This is another poem inspired by a dear friend. They are an occupational therapist who routinely experience something that I felt when I was doing my massage school practicals. There can be clients that are off-putting for whatever reason, but the time spent with them, and the connection solicited, is a special thing. This is a good! Creating an object with less than love in the heart can result in a tainted creation. Occupational work impacts the client’s body directly, and ill tidings toward the client can be disruptive to the intended work. Love should expressed even if it only surfaces during the actual therapy. My friend suspected this is an expression of unconditional love, felt conditionally. I agree and I wrote a poem to explore the topic.


Loving Whack-a-Mole
Poem for Day 88 – 20141220

I think I’ve snuck up on it
That illusive definition of love: unconditional.
I found it a strange way.
It was through my occupational service to my clients.

Each patient is unique.
Some are dears and others are quite a pain.
When I am with them
they get my full attention even though it drains me so.

Here is the strange thing,
I genuinely love each and every one
when I am with them.
But wait, there is more as my story is spun.

The rest of the time
there are several I cannot stand.
I do still love them
but they can take a flying leap when they leave me.

Is this what it feels like
when unconditional love pops its head up?
Like a whack-a-mole ,
wham, I love my clients all over again.

It is possible
To love them all the time, no matter what,
But only feel it
When I connect in service to them?

So don’t be surprised,
my dear clients who I seem to dislike when you are away,
that I do love you
when the unconditional is felt conditionally.

© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.

Some recent thoughts got me thinking about falling in love, also known as being in love. This is not be confused with loving somebody, or even being in lust with somebody.
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Being in love creates emotional interactions that are incredibly powerful. This power is two-edged. You will be incredibly blessed and incredibly cursed by the outcomes of being in love. These swings can hinge on a single word or sentence. You will think about the person a lot if you are in love with them. This thinking thing is an early sign of being in love, and one of the most accurate IMO. You really really want to be with the person. There is a desire for intimacy, and this intimacy comes in several forms: physical, proximity, emotional, and intellectual. The longing for intimacy can be constant, like a fog surrounding you. How do you know when you are here? Consider person who is just a close friend. The difference between how you long to be with them, and the person you are in love with, is night and day. In my experience, learned several times over, being in love sneaks up on you. It is not a sudden arrow of love. That’s the being in lust stuff. Being in love can sneak up on you, and will. You’re committed to being in love before you know it. Gads. It is almost not fair! The rest is unpredictable, because timing is not always friendly. That's what this poem is about!


I Fell In Love
Bonus Poem - Day 050 – 20141112

Something magical happened I must say,
I fell in love with you today.
I say today, it seemed quite sudden,
but I know that it has been long in coming.

I did not expect it,
this exposure of the heart.
My soul has been pricked
by Cupid's quick dart.

This is different from loving you.
That came before, but that is shared with many.
Now you are in a special club,
one that has my heart subdued.

Rational thought is not a factor.
My mind was not an accomplice
to this hijacking of the emotions,
resulting in this love commotion.

The timing may be awful.
There may be no path forward.
None of that matters to my heart
because it has gone bye-bye a flutter.

This may not be reciprocated.
I ache with that thought,
but I know deep down, in a quiet place,
that this is all part of life's funny plot.

I may not even tell you of my condition.
To feel like this requires not your permission.
Instead I will just leak sweet love,
while I seek my own contrition.

What shall I do with this love malady?
Can I recover from this bleeding heart?
Probably not soon, but that's OK.
I am human and this is all part of life's comedy.

© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.