“The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.”

How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?

I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.

You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.

As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.

Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.

I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.

Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.

We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.

When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.

I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.

To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.

I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.

Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.

I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.

Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.

The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.

The way your inner-light glows is different compared to others. And that alone, makes you a million times more valuable.

The massive bulk of the earth does indeed shrink to insignificance in comparison with the size of the heavens.

There are billions of people in the world & I keep comparing everyone with you.

Success is not measured by what you do compared to what somebody else does. Success is measured by what you do compared to what you are capable of doing.

It’s useful to compare our preparations for epidemics with our preparations for war.

The sexual embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.