Escapism

Q: 101.

In a way its all a matter of time
I will not worry for you, you'll be just fine
Take my thoughts with you and when you look behind
You will surely see a face that you recognize..
You're not alone, I'll wait 'till the end of time
Open your mind, surely it's plain to see
Your not alone, I'll wait 'till the end of time for you
Open your mind, surely there's time to be with me
Is it the distance that makes life a little hard?
Two minds that once were close now so many miles apart
I will not falter though, I'll hold on to your home
Safely back where you belong, and see how our love has grown
Your not alone, I'll wait 'till the end of time
Open your mind, surely its plain to see
Your not alone, I'll wait 'till the end of time for you
Open your mind, surely there's time to be with me
Your not alone, I'll wait 'till the end of time with you
Open your mind, baby there's time for me and you..

Seep With The Salt

Nothing is hidden in this world of make believe

So think again with your fucking conspiracies

This shit you think you’ve swept under the rug

Festers into all you’ve been afraid of

Witness and question, become the victim

Blame me for your inescapable position

Bleed, taste it and vomit

Become it, you piece of shit

Your ignorance is no longer in a state of bliss

You can no longer claim to be an innocent witness

Taste it! Can you fucking taste it?

Now bleed in chorus
With that which supposedly repulsed you

Check the reflect-shun away from what you’ve become

Tangle to suffocation in this web you’ve woven

Fucking maggot

Now seep into the pavement

With this salt I taste on my tongue

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn

Prick, Philly Party / Zine

"well it takes guts to get up

every morning, again and again

alarming

it takes thought process

and time to do everything we do in a day to make it to the next to wake up and do it again

it takes guts to dare, to dream, to get naked in front of your mirror and sing to led zeppelin

it takes effort to breathe and be

exist and sleep

guts to glory

guts for breakfast"

"I SAW A BOY ON A BIKE CURSING DRIVERS

ARMS EXTENDED STARK

PLEDGING HIS ALLEGIANCE AND DISGUST

TO AN ENTIRE GROUP OF RUSH HOUR TRAVELERS,

TWO MIDDLE FINGERS FULLY ERECTED

FAILING HIGH IN THE SKY

  (CITY HALL AS THE BACKDROP)

DOWN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD

IN THE MIDDLE OF RUSH HOUR

I WAS INSPIRED.

THAT WAS LAST WEEK."

~Jennie Tagle

Catalyst

I can see them growing

These feathers so white and gold

They shine like your eyes do now

You can taste the sun on your back

And the wind in your face

You fly free

You’ve tasted what it means to be

Call me the catapult of

A beauty you once dreamt of

Helped you to believe in the possibility

And I watch you from this distance

Another way for me

To step back and see

New beauty

If nothing else

I’ve enjoyed the chance to witness

Murder’s motives of innocence

These doors now opened

These wings now stretched out wide

This catalyst a witness to

This beauty you’ve grown into

Now never look back

Never apologize

Fly, fly away

It’s ok

Away from me

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn