In Time

Sometimes those lines become untied
And sometimes the knots
Are worth more than we might have realized
The underworld often intertwines its designs
And what we are sometimes unable to understand
In time, can save our lives..

The angels and demons
So often look the same
And the exorcism ritual
Can often just look like a game
But believing in control
Is how the player becomes the played

Hope
In the world of the hopeless
Is the first thing you forget how to feel
But I ache the same
Without it
As I did with it
So one might question
What type of sacrifice is it?
Really?
What it felt like
To be inspired 
And alive
Without the bend and the bold
The time how it wears
What getting old does to the soul
How hope can so easily disappear
How these heartlines mean so much more than
Fear

Trust, and faith
The gods, they divine
Minuscule is our nature
But love, the web, the heartlines
Impartial to our offerings
The pawn sacrifice

To ground yourself in the earth of everyday
To burn yourself in the fire of the fray
To relieve yourself in the air of yesterday
To drown yourself in the drama of today
This is what it means to live
                                to love........

Not to beg for the pain
But to embrace it
                   with the love
                          the same
To tell Death "Not Today"
To sharpen the rusted wire
With the lubricant of flesh's desire
To scream to these satellites
You're gods with no souls
And yes, although we'll die alone
We are twins, in body and in soul
Eternal

You too, are mere pawns in this scheme
Playing your part to provide our purpose
Life, Love, This... the divine Dream!

ⓒ 2017 Shawn Michael Quinn

And how it felt...

Am I vintage, cause my life is analogue?
Is it retro, to read on the metro, or put a record on?
And is it passé to think I ain't seen enough?
And is it old-school baby to still feel stuck?

Just a memory, then suddenly
Tears come rolling down..
Babe, don't worry, just remembering
Not everything was better in the past, no, no
Not everything was better in the past

Am I dated, cause I shout at the waves
Asking the questions that I'll never get answered
For the rest of my days...
Am I jaded by the notches on my belt
All I know is where I've been, and how it felt..

So when the memory comes suddenly
Tears come rolling down, babe, don't worry
Just remembering
Not everything was better in the past, no, no
Not everything was better in the past, no, no
Not everything was better in the past
Oh, oh no no no no...

Is it nostalgic to see my girl, all dressed up
Hair all messed up, with that look in her eyes
It says we're gonna make it...