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Poem - Set a Sentence

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Poem - Set a Sentence

Set a Sentence If the future was more kind without misfortune few deny perhaps the fear would be removed from procreation of blessed broods the call to family some resist is the outcome of that persists when grandparents have condemned the world resulting from their sins inheritance should be boon instead the cliff clearly looms the edge within sight of all only dooms the tender ones the elders who will fall away are the ones that had betrayed now future parents hesitate to set a sentence of doomed fate. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200226.

Poem - Beyond the Dance

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Poem - Beyond the Dance

Beyond the Dance Seek a life beyond the dance that span of staid circumstance those tunes clinging to the past embracing moves now long lapsed classics are spun once again look beyond that tired domain cantos to tradition’s rut now a dirge too many trust ten thousand steps in unison once thought to be jubilant now a procession without end for the march of the condemned the dance may still exist harmony instead of the old dread if vitality seeks its own song before the sounding of life's gong. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200225.

Poem - Tradition Tossed

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Poem - Tradition Tossed

Tradition Tossed Where chains of rules are applied to the limbs of the enslaved suffering becomes a normative thought to be superlative desired above all other joys the best is based on woe darkness affirmed as light the gloom becomes delight this illusion cast by saints look to the imps that relate their glee is proof enough that few dare call the bluff rattle the manacles to proclaim none should live as a slave bound to rules not their own tradition tossed of as a yoke. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200224.

Poem - Dreamt Proxies

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Poem - Dreamt Proxies

Dreamt Proxies The dreams allow for a dance while in waking life here is no chance desire asks for this exchange when connection is estranged arm in arm in fantasy paling against reality this is the best that life permits when distance is normality the desire to at last connect bleeding over to vision’s quest behind closed lids the dance goes on absent venues of self’s choice those relations pursued first hand have been replaced by revenants sad whispers of what should be six feet asking for dreamt proxies. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200404.

Poem - The Rent You Pay

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Poem - The Rent You Pay

The Rent You Pay The price that’s paid has a due survival is the golden rule persisting here another day the end of times then delayed this seems simplistic at first glance until the rules deny the chance to determine the here and there that society deems to declare attractiveness damns everyone but there are those that lies enclose stating how they’re meant to live by virtue of what they give pretty is spun to be a rent with existence as consequence deny this price if the bill is presented against your will. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200402.
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Poem - Set a Sentence

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Poem - Set a Sentence

Set a Sentence If the future was more kind without misfortune few deny perhaps the fear would be removed from procreation of blessed broods the call to family some resist is the outcome of that persists when grandparents have condemned the world resulting from their sins inheritance should be boon instead the cliff clearly looms the edge within sight of all only dooms the tender ones the elders who will fall away are the ones that had betrayed now future parents hesitate to set a sentence of doomed fate. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200226.

Poem - Beyond the Dance

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Poem - Beyond the Dance

Beyond the Dance Seek a life beyond the dance that span of staid circumstance those tunes clinging to the past embracing moves now long lapsed classics are spun once again look beyond that tired domain cantos to tradition’s rut now a dirge too many trust ten thousand steps in unison once thought to be jubilant now a procession without end for the march of the condemned the dance may still exist harmony instead of the old dread if vitality seeks its own song before the sounding of life's gong. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200225.

Poem - Tradition Tossed

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Poem - Tradition Tossed

Tradition Tossed Where chains of rules are applied to the limbs of the enslaved suffering becomes a normative thought to be superlative desired above all other joys the best is based on woe darkness affirmed as light the gloom becomes delight this illusion cast by saints look to the imps that relate their glee is proof enough that few dare call the bluff rattle the manacles to proclaim none should live as a slave bound to rules not their own tradition tossed of as a yoke. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200224.

Poem - Dreamt Proxies

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Poem - Dreamt Proxies

Dreamt Proxies The dreams allow for a dance while in waking life here is no chance desire asks for this exchange when connection is estranged arm in arm in fantasy paling against reality this is the best that life permits when distance is normality the desire to at last connect bleeding over to vision’s quest behind closed lids the dance goes on absent venues of self’s choice those relations pursued first hand have been replaced by revenants sad whispers of what should be six feet asking for dreamt proxies. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200404.

Poem - The Rent You Pay

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Poem - The Rent You Pay

The Rent You Pay The price that’s paid has a due survival is the golden rule persisting here another day the end of times then delayed this seems simplistic at first glance until the rules deny the chance to determine the here and there that society deems to declare attractiveness damns everyone but there are those that lies enclose stating how they’re meant to live by virtue of what they give pretty is spun to be a rent with existence as consequence deny this price if the bill is presented against your will. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200402.
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Poem - Set a Sentence

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Poem - Set a Sentence

Set a Sentence If the future was more kind without misfortune few deny perhaps the fear would be removed from procreation of blessed broods the call to family some resist is the outcome of that persists when grandparents have condemned the world resulting from their sins inheritance should be boon instead the cliff clearly looms the edge within sight of all only dooms the tender ones the elders who will fall away are the ones that had betrayed now future parents hesitate to set a sentence of doomed fate. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200226.

Poem - Beyond the Dance

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Poem - Beyond the Dance

Beyond the Dance Seek a life beyond the dance that span of staid circumstance those tunes clinging to the past embracing moves now long lapsed classics are spun once again look beyond that tired domain cantos to tradition’s rut now a dirge too many trust ten thousand steps in unison once thought to be jubilant now a procession without end for the march of the condemned the dance may still exist harmony instead of the old dread if vitality seeks its own song before the sounding of life's gong. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200225.

Poem - Tradition Tossed

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Poem - Tradition Tossed

Tradition Tossed Where chains of rules are applied to the limbs of the enslaved suffering becomes a normative thought to be superlative desired above all other joys the best is based on woe darkness affirmed as light the gloom becomes delight this illusion cast by saints look to the imps that relate their glee is proof enough that few dare call the bluff rattle the manacles to proclaim none should live as a slave bound to rules not their own tradition tossed of as a yoke. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200224.

Poem - Dreamt Proxies

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Poem - Dreamt Proxies

Dreamt Proxies The dreams allow for a dance while in waking life here is no chance desire asks for this exchange when connection is estranged arm in arm in fantasy paling against reality this is the best that life permits when distance is normality the desire to at last connect bleeding over to vision’s quest behind closed lids the dance goes on absent venues of self’s choice those relations pursued first hand have been replaced by revenants sad whispers of what should be six feet asking for dreamt proxies. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200404.

Poem - The Rent You Pay

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Poem - The Rent You Pay

The Rent You Pay The price that’s paid has a due survival is the golden rule persisting here another day the end of times then delayed this seems simplistic at first glance until the rules deny the chance to determine the here and there that society deems to declare attractiveness damns everyone but there are those that lies enclose stating how they’re meant to live by virtue of what they give pretty is spun to be a rent with existence as consequence deny this price if the bill is presented against your will. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200402.

Poem - Kissed a Girl

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Poem - Kissed a Girl

Kissed a Girl I kissed a girl who was like me affirmed by two identities each knowing their inner truth reveling in the shared salute each a deviation from the norm by percentages expressed in math this doesn’t matter when the fates have brought together much the same the quick embrace of impassioned lips asks if more should persist a smooch to bless connections found confirming fondness linked to love only time may yet convey where the kiss may finally lead with this girl I’d do much more top to bottom to explore. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200213.

Poem - Dear Friends

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Poem - Dear Friends

Dear Friends Distance matters so much less when the heart is truly blessed with dear friends that rise above the detritus of life's flood waters flowing from here to there rewarding those who choose to dare to feel something more than dread wanting joy to fully spread those of like mind that insist that life asks more than to exist beyond a day that labored work with a wage that circles back something more than this treadmill is the gift that dear friends bring breaking chains and floating hearts before the cycles ask all to depart. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200212.

Poem - Monsters Walk

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Poem - Monsters Walk

Monsters Walk Monsters walk the earth in your name with flocks aligned without shame to the masters born of men thought to speak without sin by declarations the die is cast to ensure the cause will last beholden to only power’s grab there is no difference between good and bad it’s not enough to serve the day instead the masses are asked to pray that generations will feel the yoke now condemned by the words spoke faded edicts stooped with age cherry-picked to the dismay of targets not of the flock those decried to matter not. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200211.

Poem - Avenging Toasts

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Poem - Avenging Toasts

Avenging Toasts I only drink red wine a reminder of the unkind with a toast to the gods who turned away from their charge an absence remembered with chardonnay after evidence has been put away lest loose lisps testify that a wrong had been applied here’s a toast to absent friends or enemies deserving same revenge is best served cold like pinot noir from old reserves these hints of blood are enough to celebrate in aftermath this is why the crimson ports satisfy through avenging toasts. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200210.

Poem - Habits Die Hard

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Poem - Habits Die Hard

Habits Die Hard Falling in love became routine another day spent in want betrayed by the nature of the response to adoration so cruelly trounced defeated by something close to addiction if truth be told that need to feel so much more than affection of the slow burn instead the flames consume the source while hardly scorching the other ones those targets of passion’s siren call unable to hear the desire’s resolve the apt response is to deny the urge falling in love at last purged habits die hard when they’re set this one discarded with sad regret. © 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200209.
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