kokopelle: Horse Totem (Default)
“To Roam Again” began with the first two lines imagined in the early morning.


To Roam Again

When the fun has run its course
I’ve plumbed the depths, come up short
seeking more than I should have
in the realms where I’ve played

appetite was front and center
once appeased, but no longer
craving lust more than reason
hunger as its own reward

autopilot for the sinner
helmsman of the darkness realms
pointing to the paths unwinding
beyond the realm of angels’ sight

promising all and nothing more
the cup is hidden from the drinker
was it empty before I sipped
or did I drain the decadence?

the passenger sits in the back
they are me with inclination
to explore where passion ends
the greatest trap of the seeker

now I’ve returned to the start
more desirous than before
taken there with no regrets
except to depart, to roam again.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170824.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
The poem “You’re the Journey” was inspired by the quote “the awkward middle chapters that you wish could write themselves”. I’ve found that the middle chapters are proceeded by deciding where to begin, on your terms. The here to there of the middle is unique for each individual, and the chapters are written as events unwind as in their time.


You’re the Journey

We wish the chapters would write themselves
the ones in the middle between here and there
asking for action, demanding progress
this should easy except for duress
the angst of the soul in response to desire
of where it’s begun and where it must end

the present is ready to be shared by all
though conflicts arise from difference of views
one from the other, each with belief
disputes of where the journey begins
the basis of the what and the why of trek
are decided in favor of the questing regent

the shortest instructions are put to the hand
pointing the way, but not explaining the path
these are the notes that the journey will find
when focus is put to the wants of the soul
the moments are plain, confusion dismissed
directions decided each day as roads unwind

there in the distance lays the desired
the guidebook is stamped with towers foreseen
within the pages are blank waiting pen
the only way forward is to write the passage
taking what comes by the stroke of the quill
inscribed by the hills and thee valleys beyond

the middle is banished as ends are achieved
these are impressions by those who proceed
without focus given to paths under feet
beginnings are middles and ends are the same
when writing performed in the course of the day
they are so written when you’re the journey.

© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170304.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
The poem “This Detour” is about the passions of life, the risks involved, and the reason we do them anyway.


This Detour

This detour is uncommon
a difference marked in time
of direction reconsidered
because you're on my mind.
Fate should have led me
down the other road
consequence expected
completely in the norm.

Inclination rules me now
emotions steer the wheel
commonsense has fled the room
as emotions step right in.
Expectations are all I have
desires are my only prayer
leading me by the hand
rushing where I should pause.

Look out you fool cries the crowd
the warning is not heard
good intent is their goal
mine is to move ever on.
The angels blow trumpets
the heavens hold their breath
perhaps I’ll take the leap
into depths too far beneath.

I overstate the future's end
considering the risk I take
doing what the planets ask
to find you by my side.
This detour was mine to make
voluntary leave of sanity
can you help find my way
because you’re on my mind.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160829.
kokopelle: (BRA - Dangerous)
“To Swim” is poem about exploring life beyond the realms of the known safe borders. To do so is probably unwise, but the lure of the action disregards the unwise outcome.


To Swim

I want to swim
far from the shore
there to live
not to expire

one way journey
into the void
in deep depths
where I may lie

temptation’s guile
led me here
a foreign place
not my home

I’ll not regret
perhaps I will
just a little
before I swim

to find my way
I know not where
when I arrive
I’ll be there

leave the land
to not return
to find myself
lost in your arms.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160820.
kokopelle: (ATHF - Moonnites Rule)
The poem “Star Dreamer” started out as a four line stanza. These four lines found their way into the final product, along with a whimsical consideration of adventure for its own sake. The poem is dedicated to my friends and associates who dream large about life.


Star Dreamer
Poem for Day 300 – 20151028

They warned that I strove for too much,
aspirations far above my fellow man.
Didn't I consider humanity
before I lived among the stars?
To work and work could be my lot
if I chose to walk their path of life.
I dare to seek to rise above
this well trod path of normality.

The realms of space and far beyond
are worth much more than a typical life.
Give me the chance to rise above,
risk it all in the vacuum of space.
Few have dared to go this way,
fewer returned from far domain.
Still I want to fly so high,
to touch God's face while I’m still alive.

The planets call this adventurous soul,
asked not to fly yet wanting more.
Strap on the rockets, I'll blast off,
away from earthly orbit.
To dream of lands beyond my kin,
valleys wide and mountains high,
on other worlds I'll see it all,
with fortune's aid and a bit of luck.

They ask if my life will be a casualty
of reality imposing on my desires.
I do not know what they mean,
my life is all that I've dreamed.
And so I turn and take my leave,
a final word passed to those stayed.
I said I would perhaps pass this way
when I returned from the stars one day.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.

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