these sins i thought i left behind
are the sins i can not help but find
these sins that will not disappear
are the sins that cripple me with fear
these sins i thought i left behind
are the sins that separate my kind
the sins that will not go away
are the sins destroying me today
(Started sometime in 2005 and completed in Makati City, Philippines in 2006.)
confession is so easy
but it’s so hard to repent
of every sin and every thorn
and pound of flesh i’ve spent
confession is so easy
but it’s so hard to redeem
every time and every crime
and all my futile dreams
confession is so easy
but it’s so hard to forgive
seven times or seventy
for as long as we shall live
confession is so easy…
I want to see the starry nights
Now hidden by the city lights.
And I want to see my lover’s shape still hidden in her flair.
I want to see the morning sun
before the day has yet begun.
And I want to see my lover’s nape still hidden in her hair.
I want to be more than I already am and more than they thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than they thought they would see.
I want to taste the lust of life
And taste the love that is my wife.
And I want to taste my lover’s yin still hidden in her head.
I want to taste the life of lust
Submission that will come with trust.
And I want to taste my lover’s sin still hidden in her bed.
I want to be more than I already am and more than I thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than I thought I would see.
I want to see the gothic flair
Cathedrals reaching to the air.
And I want to see my lover’s fate still hidden in her layers.
I want to see decadent views
Of all the thirst I see in you.
And I want to see my lover’s hate still hidden in her prayers.
I want to be more than I already am and more than you thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than you thought you would see.
I want to speak the poet’s words
Of long lost love and the absurd.
And I want to speak my lover’s need still hidden in her tears.
I want to speak language of love
Language of lust, language of doves.
And I want to speak my lover’s greed still hidden in her fears.
I want to be more than I already am and more than we thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than we thought we would see.