Teeth black
And the voice, darker
We all have something worth hiding
Secrets
Fears
Even dreams
Less than tasteful
Parts of ourselves
We wouldn't want
Those we love
To see
Parts of ourselves
We wouldn't want
Those we wish to control
To see
There's a place for these recesses
...in hell
But most of us
Would rather not wait that long
To be free
Poetry... and the like
Writing, writhing
Creative indulgences don't exemplify you
Because
Heaven is a four letter word
Like fuck, cock, cunt, or shit
You are weak
Your vices, weak
Your vows, weak
I am
Over
It
I am, not, impressed
Your age is no excuse
Your sense of entitlement
Is less than amusing
As is your daddy issue
Your mommy issue
And your fruitless power struggles
I have seen it all
As you have..
Are you that naive?
Or even that indulgent?
To think you could escape actual responsibility?
Think again
You, not unlike me
Will face the mirror
From now until then
You will face the shadow of death
Long before death comes
You will face the haunting
Long before the haunting stops
You will face the aging
Long before you see yourself old
You will see the chinks in that shiney armour
Long before the world you project has a clue
Death awaits us all
But thats not the fear of respect
Fear is Fear itself
Within us
Swallow this one, my little whores
Then, if you can
Swallow the only thing with redemption you can grasp
Humility
ⓒ 2013 Shawn Michael Quinn
Rest In Peace brother
To a cold cedar fire
In mind, you are beside him there
The house, the church yard, and field
This, his wind, sways the grass to dance
To dance before him..
Arrow cedar, dogwood, ash
Tipped bone, antler, stone, and lash
Hear clanging of hoof and heel
The rattle by roan on the white mountain
On the black hill shown
The beast, he plays his harp
He does deceive the hearts
False fires in the minds of men
This his wind, sways the grass to dance
This his wind, sways the grass to dance
To dance before him...
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