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.
Spring in WinterThe ice is crackingThoughts thawing as the winds shiftStrange birds are singing
ChangedI was once a wretched sinner,Full of strife and deceitful pride.I was so caught up in this world,That my joy slowly died.Then I came across a mirror,And saw all the ugly dirtI felt a burden come upon me,And the weight of my sins began to hurt.And then I heard a gentle voiceCalling out my name.Then I felt the Holy SpiritTake away my guilt and shameI came to know of a kind ManWho died on a cross to save us all.Now I’ll devote my life to Him;I will answer his call.I'm in love with my Savior;My Lord, Jesus Christ.He has set me free from sin;I feel so alive!
Fragile SpiritUnleashed shall be my spirit, let to travel towards the universe. I need freedom, need to feel it,never let this act to reverse. Crystal priest, clothed in blue,Can think at nothing.Just at you.Begging for the forgiveness.Begging for love. Fear's his only weakness,thus he can't fly above. Praying for the happiness. Praying for life.Wasn't gifted by the success, therefore taking knife. Enclosing the divinity. Reaching total purity. Leaving her just cries forever.Now, to him just doesn't matter...P
Gold / FeathersHollow homes with broken dreamsWhere fallen angels gatherWhere silent sounds and shattered screamsStill hunt for one anotherIt was a house of heavens ownWhere gilded children layA place that restless souls called homeFollowing their final daysBut golden skin and feathered backsCan not of peace restartWith final steps in fiery trapsThis place is bound unto their hearts
OudSzlachetne drzewoChoć zaraza psuje twe wnętrzeTo jakbyś miało się palić wiecznieTwej choroby zazdrości wszystko wokółChoć szpetne wydajesz się oku Śpiewaj, nie znając słówChociaż znam tylko cieńZnajdę cię wśród mar i złudTwym dymem nasycę głód Gnijące drzewoDroższe od kaszmiru i koronGdy ogień burzy się pod korąPrzez zniszczenie wieszczów zawstydzaszZmieniasz się w oud i już nie wracasz. 17-19. 12. 2014 r.
PrioritiesSome tell me I might beTaking this aim of aLife lived eternallyToo overboard.Tell me, what's sixty yearsFretting and fidgetingNext to forever withJesus my Lord?
DFC 2014 - 12. ConnectWe all should hold a handAs no one speaks a wordJust simply understandWe are one familyWith a chorus of mindsSeeking true harmonyAnd one day we shall findIn the teachings of oldKeys to healing mankindNot with weapons and goldLinking spirits and heartsLead from apathy soldThough we live as partsTogether we are wholeAnd from hatred departTo eras away from desolate trolls!Time to connect to billions of souls.
DoxologyNow to the only God (there is no other)Who keeps our steps straight without blame,Redeemed as his, as sister or as brother,All majesty and glory to your name,All power and all honor to your name,All ages be to you in glorious fame!
Poem - No MyselfNo MyselfPoem for Day 84 – 20141216I am connected to the world through my ally.There is a relationship that I cannot defy.No spirits, no myself.Though in this world I am the only person,to connect me to all is your purpose.Neither of us exist in this juxtaposition:these two apparent polarities of existence.No humility, no myself.To be the only one and also be allis the place where magic does enthrall.The potential of the world is expressedin this place of honest respect and responsibility.No connection, no myself.With you I shall now learn and growand my service to the world will now flow.In the end I am not a solitary soul.I have more than just belief in a vague all.No community, no myself.The whole informs my path and holds my handas I serve the world and myself.© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
The Forbidden FruitSometimes it doesn't hurt to be aloneOften, it can be pure boredomA need for social interaction canBe a pleasurable freedomBut what great ballads were written aloudOr military strike exclaimedWhen in prayer silence houses the soulAs any religion so famedSurely the passions of the world hiddenBeneath the ground, the sea, the mindIs given great power of mysteryOf not what is, but left behindOutspoken, power is shared among usThe tree of knowledge expendedAnd then silence once again sweeps the landAs if no forest existedWhich leaves the unexplainable cultureOf our kind wonder endlesslyWhile giving strength to unknown orchards, weContinue to seek mindlesslySo why do I tell this to you insteadOf you figuring it yourself?Perhaps to plant a seed in high hopesImagination fire engulf
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departBut lose not heartNor give a moanAs I go down the porcelain throne.