“I have died and rebirth a million times inside this body, and I have met a million people because of it.”

I will never take for granted these eyes that allow me to witness the rare magic that you are.

When the moonlight is kind enough to illuminate your darkness. How can you ever say you are lonely?

Even if you were to lose it all – you would still be art.

My heart died in your hands and resurrected in my own.

I removed the dagger and used it to carve out a new life.

Focus on loving and accepting others more than your own need to be loved and accepted by others.

I am not my thoughts. I am the temple that hears the whispers of them.

Hearts don’t forget.

On the days I felt like I was going crazy he looked at me and said maybe its the rest of the world that’s crazy.

You are the sun. Soft yellow. Beaming flames. Gentle and fierce all at once.

I used to admire people who spoke their mind. Now I admire people who speak their heart.

Poetry is not something you try to grasp with your mind and wrap yourself around to figure it out.

I tried and tried to blow out the flame of a candle but it would not budge, it reminded me of us.

I am nature taking its divine and natural course. I am homes being rebuilt after a tragedy. I am healing.

I will take this heart, these lungs, these hands and I will rebuild.

The more you judge others. The more you cage yourself.

This world was not created piecemeal. Africa was born no later and no earlier than any other geographical area on this globe. Africans, no more and no less than other men, possess all human attributes, talents and deficiencies, virtues and faults.

The ‘control of nature’ is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and philosophy, when it was supposed that nature exists for the convenience of man.

Love dies because its birth was an error.

We were born strong and confident, it was society that broke us.

You know, maybe I was just born in the wrong time, but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday, he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room.

Friendships born on the field of athletic strife are the real gold of competition. Awards become corroded, friends gather no dust.

It’s a good thing God chose me before I was born, because he surely would not have afterwards.

I love what I do. I have an insatiable appetite for creating things and wanting to get better at what I do and always growing and never stopping. I don’t know. It’s something I was born with. It’s definitely a drive. It’s a passion, and it’s driven for a love for what I do.