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Wasting time distorts my dreams.
Those drinks won't build the bridge I need.
I kept making myself become sidetracked on this journey.
You can only backtrack on a train and still get to your destination.
These tracks you leave will be heavier.
But it just doesn't compare.
Do you really want to make it?
Or do you like the idea of it?
Do the thoughts of it make you happy for a moment?
Souls sail easily when the wind blows so vigorously.
Must be the beast in me.
Beast mode is not the mode I want to be in because
It causes the beast in me to trample everyone and thing in my path.
That's not love.
Making it at all costs is more costly than the think.
Reap what you sow.
you're lying
lifeless
on the floor
your head flat
on the ground
your hair
golden
spread
like a mane
you lie like a queen
crown in your
limp
cold
hand
but you have no dignity
of which to speak
you lost it all some time ago
and you haven't found it again
not very regal,
are you?
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over the harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
My dear, every touch from you
Is holy absolution
Every press of the lips
Is a new wave of salvation
Time and time again
You have rescued me from damnation
In you lies the sacred and the divine
Darling, the prophets would have built shrines
With roofs touching the skies
Altars all bathed in golden light
Crusaders would have stabbed every man
With their own spines
Kings and queens and popes
Would have swallowed
The gems from their crowns and thrones
To have this love

This love is too big
To be shoved into confessionals
This love is too holy
For tightly gripped prayer beads
And acts of contrition
This love is too great
For anything less than
The highest seat in heaven

No old bearded bible entity
Can tell me how to live in my faith
No-one- not even Leviticus or Moses or whoever the ****
Can tell me that this is a sin

How can it be a sin
When I have stopped searching for God
The moment I saw you
"You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female; it is an abomination"
Truth: damaged people
tend to do damage themselves.
Keep your eyes open.
© Bitsy Sanders, April 2015
forget about the past start again new
thinking of the past is no good for you
think about the future and what lies ahead
leave whats on your mind that is gone and dead.

erase it from your mind take it from your head
and what lies ahead think of that instead
then the  past will go.  you can start once more
look forward to the future and what it has in store
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