This Brand of Sin

I am innocent. Of certain lots of things.
Sacred lots of things, with women.
But it doesn't seem so. For I make some of them ‘victims’. Or so they accuse me. For their gods – a Jesus to Mohammed – forbid their deeds. But only for them to crawl back. To my ever waiting arms. For the same ‘sins’. And then, again, blur my innocence.

This image I never like, being guilty, for ‘sins’ that are not mine. I shouldn't care though, but I do. I should let them be star actors all they want but enjoy the warmth of those dim-lit breathtaking hours, they hardly resist, of peace. But silly I care for what they feel too.

Thing is, I’m not guilty as accused.
I am an adult. And if I could make a lot of adult decisions in life, I should be able to accept the outcomes.
Like a woman should too.
Like every adult should; to be some holier-than-thou saints or some baptized repenting sinners, to keep falling from the skies like the angels who were not contented with seeing the adult-life passing them by or save their innocence for rapture, to understand they are free to believe in things – real and unreal.


Hurting the next person physically and, or emotionally is the sin against nature – for my mindkind. Other sins beneath and above that – as accusing someone of dragging you into, while you were smiling and joyfully calling some gods' names with wet eyes – are but only exist in the mind of the doctrines of the accuser.

Their Sins, My Sins

My sins should worry
Not the heart of anybody
But help me to commit
The mind making it
To learn positively from
And walk the path of wisdom.

The Saviour You've Been Waiting For

You've waited for heaven
And the second coming of the Son
You've persevered
And lived in holiness
Yet, something kept missing.

You've searched for the truth
For the magic that lays it bare
But lies laugh at your face
And romance your thoughts
And nothing seems right.

Everything you believe in
Starts falling like some dry leaves
You throw your thoughts into space
Lost like a voice in an empty place
All you hear is an echo of all you sent.

And you've prayed and fasted
Talked with gods and gods
And kept waiting
Forever came to pass,
But the hero refused coming.

Find that inner peace
Listen to you
Wipe off the tears
The savior is in you
Shadowed by your tiny fears.