"Collaboration with the Choir" - 2010

It goes something like fuck, the drums and the sweat

of a holy revelation, the pulpit of regret

in all the hard-pressed, misplaced

guilt and frustration summed up into

two scenes in twenty-four hours.

I hummed the serenade of the over-practiced choir

and contemplate on what is paid,

the price of desire, fixated on a love and hate

relation with myself, and delve into

a preacher's raid on how to aspire

to a perspective much higher, but

last night and this mood didn't sway

my desire for more than a coin collected

exchange of god power.

I need a beat that could hold me

to one place where two days weren't liars

of one me in two moods, guilt and desire.

I need a unified scene to be both sinner and saint.

I need to re-focus my senses, where reality

of moods can meet and I can be me.