Purity

Black sun mirrored the same, the sane

Reflected by choice through me

Shy and obscure, radiant yet unsure

I draw you to me, slowly, stalking

As your eyes wander my way

I am dangerous, mirrored by you

I am in love in your eyes, eternally

I worship you as you worship me

These thoughts diminish like purity

When at last we touch

ⓒ 2004 Shawn Michael Quinn

The Dream

My passions disappeared
When somehow I settled for a love I didn’t love
Believing I could have a dream I hadn’t dreamed
Believing I could be a person I never dreamed to be
Believing I could live a life I never dreamed to live
And then I forgot what and all it was I’d ever dreamed
None of it anymore made any sense to me
Then the woman who taught me to dream
And never settle for another’s dream of me
Got up and disappeared from me
And when she left all that she gave me
Seemed too have left from me
That woman was the mother that God and she gave to me
To remind me to dream, to help me to dream
This woman, this soul, this angel in blood and bones
Believed in me
But also she taught me too how to believe in me
By at times lying
Leading me to believe she had abandoned me
And I did, I learned how to on my own believe in me
In life who else will be there besides you and your dreams?
She whispers to me at night as I sleep
In the strangest of dreams
Again showing me how no truth, no matter how deep
Means anything
If not without the dream that lives inside of me
I thank her because I know she’s always loved me
No matter the dream
She loved me and still loves me, my mommy
And I miss her but I too know that it’s only time
That is the space between her and me

Miss you mama 2/13/52~5/29/02

ⓒ 2004 Shawn Michael Quinn

It's Shit

In trying to change the world

I start by trying to change myself

I try to learn patience

Instead, I learn failure

I try to change my body

Instead, I learn impotence

I try to love the world

Instead I learn disgust

Some things were not meant to be changed

Some things were meant to be left alone

Sometimes I think I’m one of them

Then I realize how seldom I’ve been lucky

And then I laugh at the thought of luck

Bukowski inspires me

Keenan inspires me

Cohen inspires me

I sometimes inspire me

But most of the time

It’s shit!

ⓒ 2004 Shawn Michael Quinn