Journey to Ixtlan

The poem “Love Extends” was inspired by the presence of sapphic posts on my Tumblr page.


Love Extends

Love extends beyond the rules
set by those who are confused
by their sight bound to ignorance
relevance set by experience

what’s not known may fill a world
when passion is sure to diverge
seeking paths beyond the norm
that lazy trail of dogma’s charge

unable to see past the choice
made by the most conservative
count all the persons in this group
when nothing matches from high to low

instead consider that love will find
the balance found between minds
with hearts entrusted to explore
the ways that confirm this fervor.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191224.

The poem “Honor Love” was inspired by a Tumblr meme that stated that LGBTQ relationships were not a type of kink. Declaring these valid relationships as possible aberrations of behavior does them an incredible disfavor as people strive to find somebody to love.


Honor Love

There is no doubt that kinks exist
from the vanilla to the extreme
sadomasochism asks for pain
while the fetish defines bliss

outside these avenues attraction lays
in the realm of pure appeal
not confused with the sport
playfulness between adults

oddities more than strange
no related to loving souls
relationships stand beyond
these attempts to spice it up

be they hetro or something more
pairings are based on romance
one to the other becomes their norm
declaring more than kink explores

put aside the prejudice
disregard when hate equates
depravities of the mind’s eye
with amour when spirits court

no matter how the bits may fit
acknowledgment may extend
to hearts entwined as one
asking all to honor love.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181216.

The poem “Before Dawn” was prompted by a request to write about the slipping away of somebody close to you.


Before Dawn

They slipped away before dawn
the cloak of darkness cast aside
leaving echoes of desires
the whispered moans forever lost

furtive groans that belayed
a dialogue that could have led
two lost souls to reconcile
lifetimes apart in mere words

morning came without a sign
except for the absence by my side
where the warmth has been replaced
by the chill I know quite well

perhaps the gods were asked
for too much as consequence
of finding solace in two arms
while wanting more outside of lust

this companion found by fate
roll of the dice convened a pair
when loneliness was put aside
to spite the pain of solitude

comfort grasped as a prelude
to the end that will conclude
one to another seeking aid
consolation that fades away.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181123.

The poem “Distance Asks” was prompted by the quote, “I may not get to see you as often as I like, I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart, I truly know, you’re the one I love and can’t let go.”


Distance Asks

Distance asks for its due
demanding patience in the stretch
between encounters that define
those who seek devotion’s time

a gap excluding passion’s bliss
is the barrier that intrudes
upon the lovers wanting more
then the moment will endure

while the embrace is delayed
adoration still remains
questing for fortuity
a chance to show affinity

the emotion is not dismayed
holding strong while congress waits
relations evoked by true love
wishing contact where there is none

removing lovers for a time
this is the bane of many miles
still true love will sustain
until two converge as one.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181031.

The poem “Mark the Stars” started out with the first line. I spun my muse to discover the remainder of the poem.


Mark the Stars

I drew the lines to mark the stars
with a pen inked by my heart
between the dots here and here
shining bright in the dark

etched connections with a pen
dipped in silver sparkled ink
imbued by faith celestially sourced
brought to earth for amour

the inky depths drew my eye
beauty found beyond the veil
demanding worship from the pen
tracing memories I’m sure to keep

strokes transparent except at night
when the moon echoes the sun
reminder that I’m not alone
scribbler finding starry love.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180824.

“Write Me A Love Letter” was inspired by a Tumblr posted photo.


Write Me A Love Letter

Write me a love letter
spoken from the heart
but don’t use mere paper
other ways will suffice

messages are delivered
on tip of tongue or otherwise
conveyed by love’s passion
asking for attention’s span

sounding the unknown depths
where emotion responds in kind
seeking like from this one
I’ll react with the same

dispatch will be accepted
to be returned with joy
a letter sent in response
to fondness bestowed from afar

2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180125.

I used to fall in love way too often. This caused emotional aggravation and turmoil. No more! “Avoid the Fall” is about my desire to turn away from these occasions.


Avoid the Fall

I’ve decided to avoid the fall
keep my feelings from that edge
lest I tumble, lose my way
again return to the abyss
where my sanity goes away
replaced by folly I’d embrace
focusing where I should not look
while the world wanders on.

A quick diversion would be nice
if only that were a choice
because to drop demands too much
there is no end to those depths
my contracts are all in place
like soldiers in long ranks
wanting nothing to upset
this careful balance to which I’m chained.

Distraction is the best end
sadly this is not the way
when the edge receives its due
with arms that wish far too much
laser focus on just one
that will complete a small life
that’s the mantra, it’s a lie
I’m OK without true love.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171208.

Love is great. Love also sucks. I need to remember that.


I’ll Forget

I once learned to love the world
or to point, a single one
capital L with all the bows

guarantees heard in my head
to this piper I walked the line
while the world was found deaf

the end result was too much
in between the wrong and the right
crucified in Hell’s hot fire

love betrayed me at long last
delivering nothing in its taunts
I’ll forget to now survive.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170902.

The poem “Mirror Spun” was inspired by the quote, “I think a lot of art is trying to make someone love you”, by Keaton Henson. Poetry does have a side embracing narcissistic self-indulgence. Alternatively poetry is also expressed in an attempt to connect to like-minded people, and in this, share a measure of love.


Mirror Spun

Another day spent on the earth
waking in the sight of God
success ringing with the dawn
another chance to make the art

there is the thing that drives my craft
when I don’t write to vent
in the angst to purge a soul
and that’s to script in quest of love

this revelation is my calling
so I may feel the same within
passion shared to all beloveds
returned in equal is the hope

this dream begins with mere words
spun from thoughts I’d like to share
that others are not alone
in my mirror spun with poems

this achievement comes each day
art’s indulgence finding grace
in the realm beyond my walls
love expressed and then returned

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170612.

My poem, “The Other World”, was inspired by Benedict Smith’s quote “I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said that it as her most elaborate method of self-hurt”.


The Other World

Excuse me if my words cut deep
when the lines were meant to prick
the conscience sleeping down below
slumbering while a world drowned
I'll lean into the gash
asking for the next few minutes
long enough to read the text
a poem's reflection of your soul.

The slash draws red upon the skin
this is the color shared by all
reminder of the liquid shared
crimson base below gold threads
yet still the colors are confused
gold leads to silver, then to green
imagining reality where none should be
if caring is for the fellow man.

What is the measure for your charge
dictation of what comes before?
all things aligned, in their time done
something's first, the highest goal
expectations writ to book's pages
the clink of coin in a purse
comfort gained, never lost
these are the gild some have lost.

It's fine to stand on the tall hill
until the winds carries the screams
from the eddies below the perch
writhe the sinners of your mind
they are not lesser than your idols
specifically yourself in mirror's frame
blessed by a god you only see
perhaps it's your image you embrace.

Ivory towers with lone residents
fortunates seek the frosty air
with no taint by the lost
drifting up from hell's domain
the stench is scattered by money's breeze
the hurricane that lifts the boats
to a shore that few should see
shared disaster seen as reprieve.

When red is ocean's hue
my words seek to disabuse
those with skin too thick to feel
with images from the other world
when red is spilled at time's course
no matter how remote a life became
I hope my words found a place
to be considered before the end.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170512.