Journey to Ixtlan

Poem - The Fall

2019-06-29T23:44:18Z

The poem “The Fall” is about the disheartened soul who has been loved too little and been hurt too much.

The Fall

The fall is tied to the climb
so say the pundits that dissuade
those who strive to move beyond
the safety of the middle ground
not too high and not too low
then the sadness will stay away

happiness and greatest lost
are left to others in disgust
never feeling beyond the fade
just enough to carry on
seems for the best in response
to the troubles outside the door

hiding paths far from sight
temptation gets the best of all
when the need speaks is revealed
for something more than tranquility
shadows kept around the heart
eternal fog that cloaks the tear

keeping others from coming near
lest the troubles return again
this is known with the heart
avoiding hurt to pain's retort
those heights are too much
when describing false delights.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190628.

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Poem - Relation's Game

2019-03-15T00:00:02Z

The poem “Relation’s Game” is about shyness and so much more.

Relation’s Game

Nervous as the day before
the same again without pause
I wonder why this should be
stumbling when confronting this
attraction's bliss at the least
or something more I can't admit

except to say that jealousy
impacts the image I may see
relating comes with conflict
of the feelings that make me mute
wishing to draw ever near
while running away in quiet fear

in the end I'll maintain
a safe distance to comprehend
what can’t be while the angst
steals me from relation’s game.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190314.

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Poem - Blue and Red

2017-04-05T01:26:12Z

I was inspired to write “Blue and Red” when I saw a meme that stated pill choice, blue or red, meant that friends were equally loved and a color was preferred.

Blue and Red

The pills were blue and red
the latter more pink than crimson’s hue
one or the other would be the choice
between liaison of gender’s breadth
I am left with one or the other to take
the blue ends the story with many made happy
the red enters wonderland fewer travail
neither suit me when they’re held in hand.

One of the capsules leans to the same
with shades of flowers fresh from spring
biology’s congress equal to match
one to the other, alike in the shape
the other lozenge looks cross the bridge
A fitting B with the two meet
fitting the knob to receptacle’s met cleft
the larger group prefers this contest.

I pondered the choice of tablet to take
each with a color stating my taste
gender to hold, comfort to find
consider the twist when both were taken
lavender is the result of this mix
the red and the blue blend in the heart
the same and the different are as nice
attraction to both is my remedy’s aim.

© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170404.

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Poem - Next Perfect Lover

2016-11-13T15:42:23Z

A dear and talented songwriter friend began a blog entry with the sentence “I'm like a passionate and restless lover in pursuit of the next beautiful, alluring song”. They went on to describe their search that forever reset when accomplished. These thoughts inspired me to write “Next Perfect Lover”.

Next Perfect Lover

I search for my next perfect lover
as good as the ones that came before
so restless to find the one
I’m passionate in my varied wants
I’ve searched longer than I’ll admit
longing for the crass and for the pure
only residing in my mind
a combination that will slip away

I’ve pursued the lesser ones
put them aside after sampling the goods
when the shine rubbed off to reveal
none of the raw I longed to find below
I seem to be a broken one
longing for the same to match a set
in reality I just desire
a soul still good yet imbued to my world.

I stand here in your midst
surrounded by polite society
looking for the will-o-wisp
phantom of the dreams dark enough to please
lacking the crude I so desire
good people are the norm realized
while this is good enough for most
there is that something that I cannot resist

I’m looking the missing piece
that part that fits deep within body’s cleft
when found it will full complete
a void too large in the body and the heart
I’ll welcome the them with open arms
these I have when gaps exist that need their love
grant them admittance in the now
dual citizenship on this island of myself

I’ll find another lover
still asking for more than I will ever find
so sad I long for what could be
this fantasy possessing my every thought
the guttural fills my head
enveloping them in my lustful needs
I’ll find my next perfect lover
a combination that will slip away.

2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161113.

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Poem - Fragile Thing

2016-07-17T00:37:36Z

While I do practice monogamy, I find myself in a form of one sided romantic love with multiple people. A review of internet searches shows that this is not possible, or at the least, not recommended. What if I was brave enough to tell my interests of my feelings? The poem “Fragile Thing” address the outcome. These questions haunt many people seeking to express their feelings.

Fragile Thing

If I were to share my love
this frail and fragile thing
bring it out for you to see
what would the response be?

Would you laugh in my face
accuse me of treachery
of worship on a tainted altar
misguided liking gone astray
affection bent to evil deeds
see me as a twisted soul
beloved said into the storm
devotion absent on both sides
attachment from delusion’s seed
fondness not meant for this world
romance delivery now stillborn?

If these are true what shall I do
emotion’s arrows missing mark?
This fragile things shall be crushed
by response made from the heart.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160716.

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Poem - In Front of Me

2016-07-08T03:07:36Z

People come into our lives with unexpected results. The outcomes aren’t known, but the current journey brings a breath of fresh air.

In Front of Me

The trails had turned me around
lost in the maze of life
when the exit was revealed.

The world had gone dark
in the shadows where I walked
there I finally saw the light.

The leaves have fallen down
covering the distant fields
when the greenery bud anew.

I wasn’t looking but I found
the one in front of me
when the search was given up.

Flower in the driven snow
beauty found in the blight
I welcome you into my life.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160707.

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Poem - Child of Mine

2016-01-10T20:54:39Z

The poem “Child of Mine” is about my goddaughter. It is an adventure to witness events prior to their birth, see the joy and struggle of growing up, and then see them blossom into adulthood.

Child of Mine

Child of mine, not by birth
witnessed over many years.
You are family once removed,
yet still favored in my heart.

You were the sparkle in the eye
of mere mortals struggling.
They did their best, heaven knows,
when we were young, more than now.

The miles stretched far apart,
mocking those who would be close.
To hurry to another side
was not likely in the divide.

The adults did not help
with survival held foremost.
We are all flawed in God's sight
when asked to be our best.

Years marched by as you grew,
from babe to a young adult.
How many more will there be
as I pray to not see your end?

You and yours are now blessed
with a union I could not foresee.
Child of mine, embrace this life,
may you flourish ever more.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160110.

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Figuring it Out

2014-02-08T16:27:58Z

I don't think I'll figure out relationships. I mean those of all types... and I suspect it is half my stuff and the other half a lack of references. I don't know what they've been through or how they communicate with others. I just have my hangups and the way I've done things. The end result is that I struggle to relate to other.

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