As you ponder what I think, ask me if you dare Pause and come to me, and see that I really do care Many think that I am a mystery; others stand and stare
Those who heartily believe, and love up close, are rare Of your love and your desire for me, I am aware I am always watching you, just waiting to share
Your fears and your pain, I do want to bare Do not think that I am far, and somewhere way up there You need not think that I am just floating out there in the air O my child, I even know the color and the texture of your hair
I am hope; I am peace; I am love; and I am fair O come to me; trust in me; and say a simple prayer O dear one, I am here; I am there; I am listening; I am God
I take your hand, So soft and clean. Future scars will warp like a band, Those pure eyes that haven’t seen. My hands, rough and red, From blood of past victims. My sinful limb strikes your head, Then I say:
They walk in dreams nightmarishly spirits of nameless faces staring without eyes. The screams: of a child on whom you poured boiling water. The screams: of a girl made to wear only flesh, because she ran away with a priest.
The love scene of a cobra, I saw, It kisses all over the body of its Love-hit snake -girl, very carefully, Keeps close its mouth, not to Wound her, keeping its teeth in, Shut closed its venomous flows. The word
A lead goes nowhere, a ladder, a snake, bloody steps; a city mourns, while blackened walls of a house search its owner. Shadows of grainy straws move under the eyes. Scent of nails bites bronze silence. Sips of cold statements