1st In Flight

The Parrot

Satan is a parrot

On the shoulder of God

Let evil die with your answers

Start to question why

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn

Breeding

Breeding games so often played
Objective to dominate the same
Lies in, lies out, and outward in
Premeditating, over-contemplating, building skin
Outside the circle creating anew
Unaware of what's pushing through
Hiding, lying, denying, trying to make
Self-made conditions out of mistakes
Belief a word so unconscious to
Murderous ways this faith untrue
Blindness, security, comfortable life
Walking days, the death disguised
Nothing true or sacred, nothing whole
Pieces and fragments of an empty soul
Shame the excuse for a life un-lived
Religion of fear masked as bliss
Sin, ignorance, rape, decay and love
Dream one day there would be enough
Hiding from beauty, running from light
How many ways can we steal the days
Burn the witches, destroy the gods
Crown and crucify, innocence of the child
Make a life from endless words
Kill any truth you may have heard
Lie with eyes that deceive yourself
Live a life so full of no one else
Betray anything you ever loved
Believe you could rise above
Rape the one who gave you life
Rape the sun and her light
Burn the ears of those who hear truth
Live to make them just like you
Destroy the spirits of saints and children
Destroy their beliefs in hell and heaven
Manipulate truth with weight of lies
Become all that you have despised
Make this world a reflection of you
Know its what you dreamt to do, then make it true
I spit blood at your ignorance, and pity your life
When its come to this, in me, there is no right
You can never take my power to see
You can not have my faith or my will to be
Flight is mine and for all who believe
What I want, and what I need will always be free

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn

Home

I dreamt I died today
I threw my guts up
I shat all over myself
I smiled at the thought
If nothing ever was
And nothing is
If I was free
If I was boundless
If the world could see
To give weight
To you and your dreams
To know this world
is not what it seems

Bless me, father and son
Show me what I have become
Show me more, show me the all
Let me absorb it
Let me breathe it and live it
Most of all, let me experience it
Give me the power; not to dream
But to become my dreams
Let me be, nothing
Nothing less, nothing more
Nothing above or beyond
Anything I can dream
But to it, unbound
For I am free, and always will be
These are things that cannot be
Taken from me

Sweet soul, you will always be free
You are the light
And you are the way
And all will follow you
Sooner or later
There is nowhere else to go
Nowhere else, but love
Nowhere else, but home

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn

Priests

All the priests are dead
What you knew to be your body
Has been burned to ash
Everyone you knew is now dead
Or never existed at all
You are nothing
You were nothing
You know everything is in your head
Each wall was created to fall
Each door to be opened
Each picture to be admired
Each experience to be turned to
Passion
All appreciated
But you mourn what was lost
You fear this lack of security
You try to make plans
You try to stand firm
But now you break easier
Your ego crumbles
You fear you've lost more
And you ask "when will it end?"
Then you realize
That it wont
Freedom frightens you
Power overwhelms you
You have only where you are to go
the questions increase
The answers bring more questions
Distractions for the first time
Offer no relief or release
The mind starts to open
With the loss of pride
Pride the shirt that no longer fits
Widening the scopes
Feeding on the energy
No longer held by the mind's limits
In comes humility, acceptance
Love, vision, and ..contradictions
You are no longer afraid
You realize there is nothing to fear
A life not tasted
is a life wasted
The wise taste all things
And find it all part of them
As they are part of it
Contradictions collapse
And only one thing remains
Everything
And nothing
And this is no contradictions
This is what you are
Do you feel connected?

The priests are dead
Because they cannot serve you anymore
And you wouldn't dream of serving them
Nor anyone else for that matter
And matter is the clay
From which you now create
The surroundings in your life
Your life itself
All life is now created by you
The gift of consciousness
The connected, blessed... 
Believe..

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn

Please

This is how it begins

Push it away, but it all comes back again

All the flesh, all the sin

There was a time when it used to mean just about ..everything

Just like now... just like now

Breathe.. echoing the sound

Time starts slowing down

Sink until I drown

Please

I don't ever want to make it stop

And it keeps repeating

Will you please complete me?

Never be enough, to fill me up

Never be enough, to fill me up

Never be enough, to fill me up

Never be enough, to fill me up

Watch the white (never be enough to fill me up)

Turn to red (never be enough to fill me up)

It fills up the hole but it grows somewhere else instead

(Never be enough to fill me up)

All my life, yeah yeah yeah yeah

But it just left me dead (Well guess what?)

The world is over and I realize it was all in my head

Now everything is clear

I erase the fear (I erase the fear)

I can disappear (I can disappear)

Please, I don't ever want to make it stop

You can never leave me

Will you please complete me

Never be enough, to fill me up

Contradictions Collapse

The concepts of death, too shallow to grieve
And depth becomes too deep to breathe
When the loss of life is more tragic than death
The distractions disappear
Free from the weight of fear
Contradictions collapse
God, Satan, and all inbetween
Only concepts of the mind
Awaken to what you are
Free, infinite, pure, Divine

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn