Sin and Saint

I have to tell the truth and I have to write it somewhere before I am done
Sure the hangover kills you with the guilt but sin is much more fun
And God will save your immortal soul and love you till the end
But the Devil and his girls will meet you with a vodka round the bend

I know I shall not their name in vain
but I am taking it in pain
I know I shall never be totally sane
but who says sinners cannot complain

I was listening to a beautiful song by a beautiful gay man
And I tried to think of him as a sinner but no part of him was bad
That is when the Gospel came to me and hit me in my eyes
Religion is more than a spiritual snack to be munched when sad

Jesus said you should love all
Pastor said you may love only some
Music say live and dance forever
I say march to your heart ‘s drum

What you think about God has nothing to do
with what a fellow man has told or wrote for you before
Sing with the sinners and Dance with the saints
A loving and merciful God would not be keeping score
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Supposed to be

I was supposed to fall in love today

Said the stars and the moon and my daily horoscope

The only person I felt like making love to

Was my coffee cup and my solitude

I was supposed to save my soul today

Thinking of Jesus and the saints and all the prophets

But I could not get time to save my soul

Because  I was too busy trying to save some gold

I was supposed to be happy and I was supposed to have fun

Yet at the end of the day I am still glum

In the end the answer came to me

Why suppose anything just let it be

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Wayward Poet

I wake up and I find the world has already moved on
I go to sleep knowing I am just killing time
I think it is better to kill time than to kill myself
Death is romantic but life gives you more thrills

I dream colors and patterns of paintings I have yet to draw
I mumble words and poems which I have yet to jot down
Sometimes when I wake up I wonder what did I dream
Sometimes when I wake up I wonder if I am still asleep

I think too much about emotions and I care too little for money
I balance my instinct for extremes with careful rules I have created
I wonder what will happen and I wander in the present
This is the way this wayward poet lives today

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