Saint. Depraved.

Category: Poetry

  • Son she moves

    (“Son she moves like she knows how to please” was written years ago. The rest was written in Cuba to a guy about to lose the girl he was too blind to see.)

    son she moves like she’s ready to love

    son she moves like a beautiful dove

    son she moves like a woman in need

    son she moves like she knows how to please

    son she moves like she’s ready to dance

    son she moves like a steamy romance

    son she moves like she wants to be bare

    son she moves like she’s already there

    son she moves like she’s ready to leave

    son she moves like she wants to believe

    son she moves like a stupid love song

    son she moves like she’s already gone

  • So afraid (Cuba, 2005)

    i’m so afraid i’ll never change

    afraid my heart won’t rearrange

    afraid my mind won’t be renewed

    afraid my life won’t live in you

    i’m so afraid i’ll never live

    afraid you will not still forgive

    afraid you will not hear my screams

    afraid i will not be redeemed

    i’m so afraid i’ll never see

    the son you took away from me

    afraid my faith will not survive

    afraid i’ll not see him alive

    i’m so afraid i’ll never be

    justified, forgiven, free

    afraid of daniel’s lion den

    afraid i’m judas with his sin

  • Now can I praise you (Cuba, 2005)

    how can i praise you with these lips that lie

    and how can i love you with this hearts that’s broken

    how can i praise you with this tongue that’s tied

    and how can i love you with these sins unspoken

    how can i seek you with these eyes so blind still searching for their earthly pleasure

    how can i reach you with these hand that bind still grasping for their earthly treasurer

    how can i praise you with these lips unclean

    and how can i love you with this hearts that’s aching

    how can i praise you with these sins unseen

    and how can i love you with this heart still breaking

    but i love you for you first loved me and i praise you with a heart that’s free

    but i love you for you first loved me and i praise you with a mouth You cleaned

  • These sins

    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

  • Confession is so easy (unfinished)

    (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…

  • Still Hidden in Her

    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.