The River of Blood

   

      Imagine
       Your Parents, Behind You
      Each With A Hand On Either Shoulder
      Their Parents Each With A Hand On Either Of Their Shoulders
      And Then Their Parents Each With A Hand On Either Of Their Shoulders
      And So On, And So On, And So On, And So On, And So On, And So On, And So On
      Each With Their Own Dreams, Desires, Disappointments, And Traumas
      Their Traditions, Cultures, And Connections, All Carried Down
       Through The Body, Through The Blood, And In Their Hearts
      Consciously & Unconsciously, Healed & Unhealed
      Waiting, Quietly, For You To Come To Be
      And What They Were Unable To
         Can Be Yours To
      Heal
      For All
      Your Days To Come
      And For Those That Come
      After
    ❤️

Promised

and she says its all time
time to heal the wounds of old
time to allow her heart to open
open enough to let this love in
but time passes us by
passes me by
opens me up to other ways
ways of the dead & dying
ways of protection
the heart breaks the same
inside of time
as it does outside
the chest caves the same
the words weigh the same
and the pain lingers the same

i've wasted plenty of time
passing time in ways that didn't serve me
that didn't protect me
that didn't allow me to love
love like i wanted to
like i needed to
like i was put here to
everything
in me, in you
black
and white
just like they taught you

these places leave us hopeless
these hearts leave us isolated
but it all ends the same
numb
loveless
the same as
everything 
time
promised
us

to feel

here

ⓒ 2013 Shawn Michael Quinn