To Get By..

I saw you this morning, you were moving so fast

Can’t seem to loosen my grip on the past

And I miss you so much
There’s no one in sight
And we’re still making love, in my secret life

I smile when I’m angry, I cheat and I lie
I do what I have to do
..To get by
But I know what is wrong
And I know what is right
And I’d die for the truth in my secret Life

Hold on, hold on, my brother
My sister, hold on tight
I finally got my orders
I’ll be marching through the morning
Marching through the night
Moving cross the borders of my secret life

Look through the paper, makes you want to cry
Nobody cares if the people live or die
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white
Thank God it’s not that simple in my secret life

I bite my lip, I buy what I’m told
From the latest hit to the wisdom of old
But I’m always alone and my heart is like ice
And it’s crowded and cold in my secret life

Preyer

At night, I pray
And when I do
The fear comes through
I pray the angels to keep her safe
To keep me in her life
I pray the angels keep me healthy
And I pray for her life

But its not a God I pray to

Although I imagine his light
Shining down upon me
I recognize his plan
And the threads of divinity

But I know its not him

That I need plead to
Angels surround my sleep
Facing outward with stoic eyes
Because Death taps my doorways
Nightly whispering winds of welcoming
The hills face downward
And her eyes can be seen
In every periphery
Brothers, Sisters, Rivals
And us, their prey
As they too pray
We are not
Alone

They walk among us

They listen to us
They feed upon
Us

We all sense it

Feel it, within us
Around us, the aging fire
Upon us

But of me

Love has come and gone
As has, the revolution
Tasks to inspire the young
Where life leads them into less
Worthy of distractions
Come back to you
Come back to
Why
We
Come here

Your Angels know better

Your Death waits
With patience..
Count
Your blessings
Your heart's inventory
With pride..

Know This Day Wasn't Promised

Know Tomorrow isn't either.
Know Everything you do,
Matters

ⓒ 2014 Shawn Michael Quinn