More..

bite your tongue

don't make a scene dear

everybody's been here

at least once before

but we've been here more..

your heartbreak

rolls down the window

I've seen it all go

and comeback around

I've heard the sound

the tip of your tongue

the top of your lungs

is doing my head in

I say

love don't mean nothing

unless there's something

worth fighting for

it's a beautiful war..

when I hold

the warmth of your body

there is nobody

that I'd rather hold

shattered and cold

the tip of your tongue

the top of your lungs

is making me crazy

I say love don't mean nothing

'Less there's something worth fighting for

It's a beautiful war

Let Go

Once there was a world
Where we could do anything we wanted
There weren't any rules
Flying through the air with all the light of the world below us
With nothing left to prove
And we didn't need anyone to tell us
How to sing along
How to sing our songs

Once when I was young
I was afraid of the darkness
But I didn't know a thing
About the ways
A man could make the most of a bad decision
Just by letting go..

And we never need anyone to tell us
How to sing along
How to sing our songs

Once when I was young
In a world where everything was golden
And everyone was good
We could see tomorrow like the yesterdays forever
We could see for miles and miles
And we never needed anyone to tell us
How to sing along
And we never needed anyone to tell us
How to sing our songs
How to sing our songs..

~Shawn Smith

Deliverance

There’s a place

Within each of us

That sets the pace

The peace.. the space

For all the moments of our lives

For all the hope that allows us to try

For all the bleeding that causes our cries

And for all and any fortitude in our mind’s eye

But everything

We allow in

Can disrupt this place of solace

Even, and especially,

Our love..

Our passions..

Our commitments..

And our attachments

And when we allow it

The walls crumble around us

The sky turns black above us

Our Gods seem to have forsaken us

And the rivers begin to run dry

The angels stop singing

This, the Buddah spoke of

When he said, “all [life] is suffering…”

I have let my love in this life devour me

I have allowed my passions to lead me astray

I have allowed my commitments to consume me

And I have indulged my attachments away

As we face the mirrors of mornings

And we welcome in the mourning

We can re-choose our choices

We can choose to suffer

We can choose to let go

And we can choose the stoic

Ego

Serenity, courage, and the gifts of wisdom

Tools for the Warrior, the same as the Christian

I’ll not let love get the worst of me

And I’ll not let life take the child from me

I’ll love whole-heartedly

I’ll live wildly and passionately

I’ll kiss these foreheads in harmony

This is the center of being

This is the gift one reminds himself of

And this is what it means to believe

This is transcendence

This is

Deliverance

ⓒ 2013 Shawn Michael Quinn