tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669 (are we there yet?) kokopelle 2015-07-05T22:18:36Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:543014 2015-07-05T22:18:19Z 2015-07-05T22:18:36Z contemplative public 0 The poem “Living with Madness” comes with a stern warning that it is dark, very dark. <br /><br />Living with Madness<br />Bonus Poem for Day 186 – 20150705 <br /><br />Living with madness,<br />with worthiness measured<br />by the last time they yelled.<br />Word of chastising anger<br />cuts to the deep bone.<br />If I only I could bleed<br />from these wounds imagined,<br />then I would pass quietly<br />from insanguined cause.<br /><br />Living with madness,<br />accomplishment no merit,<br />retrospect ashes heaped <br />for a damaged soul to disregard.<br />The trapdoor awaits below,<br />a single remark opening<br />the hatch to ready despair<br />of a thousand past days.<br /><br />Dying with madness,<br />resolved with cold steel,<br />a few inches inserted,<br />all would be well.<br />A few pounds of pressure,<br />this would all go away.<br />In chill memorial<br />these words offer reason<br />where none seemed to be.<br /><br />© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&ditemid=543014" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:536272 2015-06-17T09:28:33Z 2015-06-17T09:30:40Z contemplative public 0 The poem "Dark Is" is my contribution on the theme of "Dark". Warning. It is.<br /><br />Dark Is<br />Poem for Day 168 – 20150617<br /><br />Dark is<br />when other's morality<br />is the only way.<br />The world was led astray,<br />and they are all alone<br />in their interpretation<br />of God's holy law.<br /><br />Dark is<br />cringing in fear<br />from the future<br />angry explosion<br />of a loved one<br />so close to you<br />escape is impossible.<br /><br />Dark is<br />when your mortality<br />traps you here.<br />Continued unwanted.<br />The joke is on you,<br />morality and fear<br />are the lights instead.<br /><br />© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&ditemid=536272" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:501447 2015-02-25T03:33:54Z 2015-02-25T03:42:48Z contemplative public 0 I wanted to write a poem about genius applied to poetry. I got two quatrains into it, and then the poetry took a jink to the dark. The result is the set of song lyrics “House of Dreams”. Very very gothic slanted. Ah! That's what happens when you listen to Miranda Sex Garden while writing poetry.<br /><br /><br />House of Dreams<br />Poem for Day 054 – 20150224<br /><br />Prepare to see the world anew.<br />Eyes once closed now rudely opened.<br />Tear the curtain away from life,<br />covert made plain by those who see.<br /><br />Shades of gray, too many to number.<br />The blinding white to deepest dark.<br />Look not to the most extremes,<br />shadows reveal hues of secrets.<br /><br />Streaks of red speak of life's boundaries.<br />The color of lust's vain privies,<br />or the splash of body's essence,<br />scarlet succubus take your due.<br /><br />Smokey light and ruby textures,<br />the world reveals itself to us.<br />Dare you see what waits there for you?<br />Join us here in house of dreams.<br /><br />© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&ditemid=501447" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments