SoulSpeach     |   home                                                    Stolen When I hear your name I feel a little robbed of it it seems unbelivable that 5 letters could mean so much My compulsion is to blast down every wall with your name to teach the blind to see it, the fish to srink it, the birds to sing it, to teach all men that there is nothing like the maddness of repeating that name. My compulsion is that I'd paint it on every face and every town. There would be no well I hadnt shouted  your name into. Nor a stone mountain where I hadn't uttered those 5 seperate letters that are echoed back. My compulsion is to  forget altogether the other 23 letters of the alpahbet, all the numbers , all the books I have read, the poems I've written. To say hello with your name To say goodbye with your name To beg bread with your name. They would say " She always says the same thing" when they saw me. And I'll go to heaven with your anme on my tounge and I will answer thier questions with your name the judges and saints will understand nothing. God will sentence me to repeating it endlessly and forever.