The Grinch of Christmas PresentGone with the deadlineMagic turned to bitten nailsHopes for bigger shoes
AhemEloquent drivel-Slug trails shimmer in moonlight,But it's still just slime.
Stick in the EyeTrouble stickslike the tar pitsof your eyes.Dig me up when I touch the bottom.Till then,I'll be amassing mastodonsFor a later date.
She Talks to FaeriesShe talks to faeries, though earth boundShe's of the moon, my lovely loon.One wing out and one wing inof where the edges fray and thin,Leading off to otherwhere.Threads of aether in her hair,Lachrymose she tarries hereHalfway lost and halfway foundT'ween the toadstools, hunkered downWond'ring why they left her hereA grounded creature of the air.Silly loon,you are a door.That is what they left you for.Halfway ours and halfway theirsSeeing clearly through your tearsA peephole to a far off placeCalled by songs of Otherspace
1000 Feet DownIt's 1000 feet down you would sayAnd I would kick and sway.Beneath me lay such wild and terrible beasts,Each coveting my tender toesWhich trembled at their teeth.And so our game would go,Me clinging there unwilling to let go,Quite sure I'd soon be food for crocodiles,Growing weaker and more frantic all the while,While you stood, arm still sure and strong,Aware 1000 feet was not so longFor a father's love to reach.And though my childish fancies made me fear,Both your arms always would be thereTo catch me falling,To hold me tight and tell me I was brave,That you were there to save me all along,But first I had to show that I was strong.
IncorruptibleThese holes with ragged edges bare a letter of your name.I work hard to keep them open,To enshrine my deep devotion,To ensure the only token that you left me with - my pain.So here I keep you cloistered in the ruin that is me,A tomb to love, a flesh reliquary,Graven image to the past, heart held clasped, hands that grasp,Unwilling to relinquish your remains,Relishing the martyrs role for the one I'd canonize,These sacred scars, my ragged holes,The sweet stigmata of my soul,Weeping that you'd make me whole and open up your eyes,Roll back the rock, releasing me from Sisyphus's stead,But devotion doesn't matter to the dead.My eidolon, my anguish, I've come to realize,For me to live you must be exorcized.I think I will draw you from my veins.I think I will cast thee out.I think I will euthanizeThis worn acolyte once so devout.This is my body. This is my blood.It's time to bury you for good.
I Want What You HaveLet Your eyes be my eyesSo I can see the good in everyoneSo I can see things from a better perspectiveSo I can admire the hidden beauty in this worldLet Your ears be my earsSo I can listen to others' concernsSo I can hear what needs to be saidSo I can understandLet Your lips be my lipsSo I can speak words of life and hopeSo I only have kind things to saySo I can smile and laughLet Your mind be my mindSo that I don’t judge othersSo that I don’t dwell on dark thoughtsSo that I have optimism and faithLet Your hands be my handsSo I can hold people in my armsSo I can help the brokenSo I can give all I haveLet Your heart be my heartSo I can love others unconditionallySo I have a desire to heal the hurtSo I have a yearning to do what is rightLet Your love be my loveLet Your life be my life
Life is a BookLife is a bookWritten by GodHe is the authorAnd our life events are the plotAnd we are the charactersThe world around us the sceneIsn't it strangeHow accurate it seemsAll through the bookNot a character is just the sameWe are all specialAnd God loves us all that wayAnd everything is preciseJust as it should beAnd if we all knew God's mindWe wouldn't want him to change a thingAnd each of our livesIs a single book on the shelfAnd they are all put togetherIn the one book of life itselfWhere all our stories are toldAnd God wrote them allEach and everyoneWe are all in his thoughtsBut like all good booksOur story must come to an endWe will all dieBut when we do we'll be with himOur father watching aboveAnd I can't wait for the dayWhen my story endsand I can look upon God's faceBecause God is the authorOf my story I liveThat's why I can't waitI can't wait to be with him
Stand TogetherWhen we feel like mere grains of sand,Unnoticed by all in the land,We hold our heads up high and standTogetherSometimes we’re hurt, confused or lostAnd our whole world seems tempest tossedBut we still strive despite the costTogetherWhen darkness falls we light the fireWithin our hearts to banish ireOf those that claim we can’t inspireTogetherAlthough we may be on our ownWe know that we are not aloneNo matter what we have a homeTogetherAll our combined efforts can makeA difference in the world, and takeA choice to join, and not to break,TogetherSo if life has landed a blowOn your esteem, then you should knowOur camaraderie will showForever
Poem - TricksterTricksterPoem for Day 024 - 20150124Seek them notin one face or sex.Expectations disabusedby a shifting guise.Knowing of years,young of action,lessons come afterprankster has acted.Respect only givento innocent true heart.All others will learnat mirth's cutting edge.Pull back the curtain,with tricks and games,awareness sharedas tyrants are shamed.Jester of the court,prance about for us,tell us the thingswe secretly want to hear.With voice of gibe wit,you speak truth taboo.Take message to heart,secrets only they can say.Creator of lifewith only mud at hand.Evoke our world,bring new life from old.Speak for the gods,walk as the sacred,with guise of the knave,intercede on our behalf.© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
AiI have a dear, quiet friend.I've met her when I was almost dead.Trying to find myself I stepped through the darkbut she was there to grab my hand.I remember the sound of her jingle bellit rang in my head when I was going to fallthe louder the ringing was, the safer I feltand from that moment it's all I can tell.She is the one with the softest voicereading my minds she had the right to choice„I know who you are and for now you can't die.“I don't know why was that, but I'm calling her Ai.
PreludeWelcome to the world of minewhere the legends are born and never diewhere you have a value instead of priceand ruling your life is like tossing a dice.If you don't like it, feel free to gothere's always somebody to take a placebut if you'll stay, better prepare your storyyou can be bad or fight for glory.When you're ready you'll meet the others.We won't stop living until we're donethis is my world just as it's yoursthe main rule in here is to have some fun!
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departBut lose not heartNor give a moanAs I go down the porcelain throne.