Love This



If I should see you in the sky
I will look up, I will look up with some delight
I'll probably ask you shit you heard a million times
How many parts of things I do would you consider crimes?
I'll ask you which way I should go
Even if you answer, I won't trust you in my soul
I'm only human, I watch stories on TV
They give me an ending when an ending's all I need
You don't know how much I love this
You don't know how much I love this

So many lines I've had to cross
Don't wanna belong to a club with such a lenient boss
Get your ass down here, reprimand me for my sins
How can I know reason if no reason's why I've been 
How come every man ain't good?
If it happened over night, would you retire if you could?
If I believe in heaven, I deny myself a death
Dying keeps me conscious of the way I waste my breath
You don't know how much I love this
You don't know how much I love this
You don't know how much I love this
You don't know how much I love this

So you'll tell me how it is
But what if how it is does not agree with how I live?
Should I admit the path I'm on is not the best?
Should I join your super highway 'cause you say that it's correct?
Just want an answer I can trust..
Things I should be doing ain't the some as things I must
Tony Soprano is a teacher I respect
He's always been there when I take a nasty step
You don't know how much I love this
You don't know how much I love this
You don't know how much I love this
You don't know how much I love this

So I don't think we should confer
Let's just grab a cup of coffee, get fair trade if you'd prefer
You'll look at me ways that I've never looked at you
And I'll step back still wondering what you're thinking I should do

You don't know how much I love this

~Cosmo Jarvis

The Holy


The smoke of that fire
Encasing the varying illusions all around us
Fabricating an elaborate design
Made true by civilizations eye
The matrix of a world made flesh
Sculpting outlines of the divine
Mingling haze
Like clouds in my coffee
Foolishly looking for signs

Too distracted to sit still

Too addicted to the indulgences
Of the will
Too submissive to the sneering of the logic
Too easily open to the becoming ills

But in a moment set free

Become one with the fire of life itself
The separate reality
A day to pray for
Manifest
The Holy

ⓒ 2012 Shawn Michael Quinn