Freedom

Man’s fear of freedom

         Makes him dangerous

         Makes him a murderer

Makes him not a man

Men will talk of freedom

         But not walk it

         Not live it

And will condemn the man who does

For it makes him aware

Of what he’s given up

It makes him unable to live in denial

There is no true freedom with the un-evolved

Those that fear it

Those that know only survival

                           Only security

Those that know no discipline

                           No self-control

They destroy and impose beliefs

         Destroy and imprison

It is the free that inspire or repulse us

As they say, what we hate, we have denied in ourselves

These choices we make

These lives we fake

The more we live

The more we die

And those who aren’t busy being born

                           Are busy dying

We’re always busy

Seldom truly living

Either busy being born or busy dying

We learn to let go of the living

We forget to stop and see

What it means to be

Alive and breathing

Waterfalls, butterflies

Sunsets and sunny skies

Star lit nights

Love and new heights

Are you free?

ⓒ 2002 Shawn Michael Quinn

Every Kiss, Every Embrace

Step back and breathe in

Let go of the trying to win

Let yourself be in the moment, free

To experience what it means

To truly feel your own skin

And each breath you pull in

In this short life

We’ve found ourselves in

No one truly knows why

We’re here or what’s actually past the eye

All we know is what we perceive

Or what we’ve been taught to believe

I’m not sure what is outside of me

But I know I need to be free

Inside this shell or at least in the heart of me

I want to taste every kiss, every embrace

Even if at the end I’ll face

That it was a pointless dream, a waste

The experience is what it makes

ⓒ 2002 Shawn Michael Quinn