Quieted

She believed in a magick

Our magick, my magick..

Even when I'd lost my faith

Even as I questioned it

In myself, and in the world

And in that time she allowed me

To push out the influences

Her influences

Even though she only wanted to give..

To share...

And she shared with me my mother's word

Even after my mother's breath

Had been quieted

And so from then on

We were connected

As though we had always been

And like the so many friendships

That everyday life interferes with..

That distance has its way with..

She quickly became part of the short list

Of the people in this life I truly cherished

And though she was no Buddhist

She resembled the same imperfect beauty

The real life Buddha represented

Loud, full of laughter

And obnoxious confidence

Full of herself, and especially

Forgiving of herself

She knew how to be a real friend

Never shied away from a real conversation

And in those moments of fck-it-wt beauty

The conning smile

Like a gypsy fortune teller

She knew how to fill in the blanks

...with bullshit

But bullshit with purpose..

Fertilizer for the flowers

Of the soul

Of the heart

And of the heart's ambitions

The spiritual path married to life's successes

Without the attachment of anything less than the fulfillment

Of the soul

Of the heart

And of the heart's ambitions

The so many times you tried

To remind me

Of the magick

The magician..

Speaking through the veils of the dead

And now, having joined them

I now know your voice is not just the influence in my head

I loved you Lor..

And I wont forget, as if I could

All the ways you helped me

To become me

And all the beauty that you were

And that you shared

And I promise

Like always, with liar's lips

I will take it all with me

I will remind and remember

To not only cherish

But to hold onto the magick

And to the connections in this life worth cherishing

And make them part of the life

That the distance and everyday life interfere with

Before I lose another chance to say goodbye..

Happy Birthday my old friend

I will miss you.

ⓒ 2011 Shawn Michael Quinn

Of Like MInd

This is my sense of reality

This is proof of my coming of age

This is truth in captivity

This is loosing a theology

I am a soul taker, I'm a cruel witted mind

This is my sense of reality

This is proof of my coming of age

I'm a soul taker, I'm a cruel witted mind

Are you with me, are you of like mind?

Are you with me, are you of like mind?

Waking, falling, free of gravity

We just severed these umbilical wires

This is more than just affinity

We're moving further through an endless design

I'm a soul taker, I'm a cruel witted mind

Come again, I feel a breakdown, let's go higher

This is the sound of your reason to wake

Have we forgotten now? Can we relate?

It's backwards, it makes no sense

So real that we can't pretend

It's backwards, it makes no sense

It's harder to just pretend

Say it once more, say it again

That this is the end of all I know

Say it once more, say it again

That this is the end of all I know

Are you with me? (Can we relate?)

Are you of like mind? 

Are you with me? (Can we relate?)

Are you of like mind?

Say it once more, say it again

That this is the end of all I know

Say it once more, say it again

That this is the end of all I know