Wasted

A tragedy

The woman wasted on her cunt
Like the mind wasted on its wants..

You’re a whore
And anyone who still holds their soul
Will tell you the same
You, soulless swine
Living only through life’s fancies
Calling it sane
Something worthy to shine your name

Worthless, waste of space
You make me pray for tidal waves
To wash your filth away

ⓒ 2004 Shawn Michael Quinn

Magic and Reality

Born Into This

Ambition

We humans are so weak

We need so many things to survive

Breath, water, light, food

How many breaths we breathe daily

How much we require water

Everything dries up

Blood dries and flakes

Humor dries

Loves fade

And still we need so many things

I dream of being entwined

Wrapped around another soul the same

Sharing the same breath

So many we’ll require

This energy we pull in and take for granted

And act as if we know why

Or forget we never could

I dream of love

And knowing how many times I’ll lose it all

I change nothing

I have no ambition

I love

ⓒ 2004 Shawn Michael Quinn