“I’m not asking that you take the bullet for me. I wish you’d shoot first.”

She’s a child of war. Stronger than a bomb with a lioness’s roar.

Mirrors are used in magic to distort what we see. They are the love child of illusion, lies, tragedy.

She loathes her body but covers it in sequins. Attempts at self-love.

An old song; a whiff of perfume; nostalgia let’s me time travel back to you.

Like a wild cat in the Serengeti, I land on my feet and transcend reality.

The photo of me they choose to print when I die -Thoughts at 4 a.m

Kiss my wine-drenched mouth and drown in drunk temptations offered by the night.

The body is but a vessel to carry the soul. A container ship to protect it as it passes through this world.

Bake at any time. Lick the chocolate from the bowl. Lessons from my Nan.

I remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time.  Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”

My mind is loud but endless evanescent thoughts stay trapped in silence.

Pink dress, chestnut curls. A picture of innocence before life stole her.

If your thighs touch, don’t be scared. They are just kissing; it’s a love affair.

A star that shines the brightest is the one that had to explode the hardest. My love, you are a supernova.

Sand between her toes she dances with earth without a care in the world.

I wish I was on a jet plane, with my passport in my pocket and adventure in my veins.

Make love your weapon to overcome any evil.

Nonviolence is a weapon of the strong.

Hope is a powerful weapon, and no one power on earth can deprive you of.

I am proud of the fact that I never invented weapons to kill.

The best weapon is to sit down and talk.

We must abolish nuclear weapons, or they will abolish us.

Forgiveness liberates the soul. It removes fear. That is why it is such a powerful weapon.

Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.