Journey to Ixtlan

A truly beautiful soul, for whom I think the world, expressed a concern regarding their feeling of emotions. They are one of those souls who are fearless and a little raw. These outward expressions hide the inner quandary of emotional identity. They saw themselves as an extroverted introvert. I can relate in a way, seeing myself as an introverted extrovert. The destination is similar. Sometimes the expressing is confused with the feeling. An apparent lack of expressing is seen as having a lack of feeling. My poem “Emotional Me” is an exploration of the reconciliation between the expression of emotions and the feeling of emotions.

Emotional Me
Poem for Day 120 – 20150501

What is an emotion,
if I have one,
how will I know?
Would I qualify,
be duly justified,
for an emotion,
if I display a smirk
or weep at a show?
Must I cackle with mirth,
cry you a river,
jump with joy,
or punch a jerk?

Can I have an emotion
that is down key,
felt only by me,
with no evidence for you to see?
I'll be content with
a job done well enough.
I'll smile inside
at life's twisted twirks.
I'll be madly in love
in the most unrequited way.

You'll push me to show,
to reveal to you,
my emotional side.
I'll state that I
don't have any to share.
Know that deep down,
away from you my friend,
hidden from myself,
I have a host of emotions
broiling and turning.

Beware my friend,
enemies warned double,
there are things you'd
rather not see.
Some call it rage,
I say it is anger,
stuffed down deep.
Ready to smash,
myself its prime target.
Ready to scream,
at a world divorced from me.

My lust is a tempest capped,
for life, and love,
and things best unsaid.
To seize life,
pardon the manners,
and taste sweetness,
sour at the edges,
bloody in the middle.
So I smile, and defer,
to a world unready
for my deepest desires.

What is an emotion?
May I have a few please?
Look inward, there they are.
I'll show a few, precious minority,
and wonder if I have
them at all.
I'll console myself,
the emotionless portrayal,
and wait for the one
to which I can express
the breadth of emotional me.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved

My posting for 11/25/14 did not happen on that day. Darn tired! Here is what should have gone up!

A revolution is what they want. The reason does not matter. Only the ends matter. This mindset scares the poop out of me. Somewhere along the way the sins of the past dictate that anything is possible in the present.


Revolution Take Your Soul
Poem for Day 063 – 201411225

We are not violent, you paint us so,
to lessen our place is your goal.
Our humanity has not left our soul,
you see us with anger unconsoled.

We will abide this no longer,
we act with nurtured anger.
You betrayed us this day,
and we will assure you will pay.

Now the verdict is cast,
now the decision is made.
Stand aside my friend,
or this night will be your last.

Our anger is our fuel,
our wrath is no longer contained,
no more can this be delayed,
beat the drums at end of the day.

Our dignity is our goal,
at end of our sharp stick.
Feel the brush of our hot flame,
as we take back what you stole.

We are here to fight,
it is time to devour our foes.
Ask not for mercy this night,
we grasp power at your woe.

History is our truth,
the struggle has been long.
Bloodletting is our goal,
the revolution take your soul.

Under your unholy rule
we've been broken and we've been wronged
Our time has come, you have the past.
We will rule, you will be outcast.

Be advised my friend,
this is not about this particular night.
We seek our place in society
and you will be put in your place.

© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.