Anti-Sonnet #7

Individuals die.  Earths disappears.
Superstars collapse.  But, universes,
Or Goddesses, well, they shall resound
All brilliantly and forevermore. 
It all started with infatuation and
A mademoiselle, whom was quite unsure.
She told me no, and move on I did not…
So my frowns were sure, yet still glorious
Lonely, lost and confused–yet so enthused–
Too alive, too young, and ever more enchanted.
At first it was rough, but there is no excuse
To lose at love is tough–not ever the more evil–
Especially when we are all chasing dreams.
That’s all, isn’t it?  Sugar-Pi-Honey-Boo,
I just want to do justice to you heart.
For I’ve been engrossed by you from the start.

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My Sorrows

For so long I’ve been silent about me.
I’ve never done much of anything wrong.
Truth is, all I’ve ever wanted is to belong.
All I want is respect for my family tree.

I’m the bipolar unlike everyone else.
It has been really tough keeping my head down.
Mania set in at the first undue frown.
I was playing the family instruments well.

Lost it all to alcohol.  First you take the
tincture.
Then, the tincture takes you.  I’d take it back.
Sobriety’s something I’ve typically lacked.
Living in crises and shambles got old…

I want recognition for staying well

I love myself for all that I’ve ever been.

Too often besieged by oblivion,
Too much of a mood connoisseur,
To ever cease, my lambent ramblings
Are entombed in my past, but at last,
I feel right with myself and mental health.

For my Ex-Girlfriend: Man Am I a Sweet Heart Or What?

Hearts may be fragile, but fate is inviolable.
Love is both malleable and lifelong.
It may even be eternal: plural and difficult.

Sure, distance is daunting, while fear of being–
a mere memory–is haunting. But, what are you?

What do you find yourself most wanting to do?
Seeking is to living like dreams are to desires,
yet living all to often eclipses of being,
whilst Dreams are the light itself.

In your heart, there’s a fire that resounds and inspires.
Chase fickle feelings and undying dreams in the beautiful
Yet revered moonlight like that’s all there is to do.

Remain both patient and vigilant.
Sometimes settle for less professionally…

It’s just capitalism.

Love and imagery are the opulence of this Earth.
Usher in smiles, rain or blue.  Take on yourself
That soul of yours has much development to do.
Because, quite frankly, it does. Why? Because…

Because that’s what life is…
Beatific isn’t it?

Always cheering you on,
Sean

Sonnet for Benzodiazepenes

Temporal lobe seizures.   Anxiously down.
All concomitantly subside each dose.
These medicines I am prescribed now
Is making my world go round

Nightmare-traumas have receded back to
Nothingness.
I fear no longer the people of the world.
It is the universe that’s ours to twirl.
So let’s spin onwards into success.

Apologies for seeming emotionally absent.
Guess I had a lot to get off my mind.
I will always have a lot of unpacking to do.
We remain kind to all in one’s travels.

No greater joy than to be alive on Earth.
It birthed the breadth of being, dontch’a know?

Sonnet #11

All of this will conclude too abruptly.
Breaks my heart, too.  I’ve always stayed pure…
innocent and honest.
But it has never been good enough for me.
Here I worry.  On the verge of failure,
My bloodstream forgets my problems.  No dread.
So many memories flowing.  All supreme.
I am experiencing brighter colors.
I feel nothing but dreams and improvement.
Red-purple, blue-green, and black-white-yellow,
I finally feel the right amount of mellow.
Variegated and true.  Light is present, rain or
blue.
Life can feel like a sweet mall carousel.

Sonnet #10

Crying out for help, only to land in the arms
Of my girlfriend.  She is so swell, well, and sweet.
I think I love her but I tell no one.

The only direction to proceed is forwards.
How far I fell from grace.  There’s life to live
Though.  So I am going to keep smiling.

Drugs don’t excite me.  Meds do.  So does she.
There are few folks that bring more joy to me
Than she does.  That’s her middle name,,, Joy.

Somewhere between starstruck and beautiful
The crescent smiles keep on a’coming
Zoomed across America straight to her heart.

Now, I scribble sonnets in my notebook
About her.  And, I am real about it.

Anti-Sonnet #4

Dessert military lands once rained free.
Into civil war they fell.  And, it’s a shame.
Let’s not forget our nations history,
though.
We attack Syrian civil war folks.
However, quite frankly, I don’t know why.
Is death of family not enough to cry about?
Must we psychically torture the flesh of man.
I think not.
In the face of rueful civilians, “Be free.”
Dance and revel in the moonlight city streets.
Support a peace so brilliant laws crumble.
In the light of Tomorrow, there is hope.
Delve into devilish passions.  Find love.
Create art for the sake of therapy.
To map the globe with a sword is futile.