“A horn of plenty spills from your hands into the starved lives of millions.”

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

What more civilized way for people to alleviate the same than by giving themselves to one another as brothers and sisters in deed as well as in word?

Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.

Literary genres and techniques tend to take form in one’s mind somewhat the way computer templates provide form for different computer tasks.

The job facing American voter in the days and years to come is to determine which hearts, minds and souls command those qualities best suited to unify a country rather than further divide it,

They both, when we study that grand tapestry known as history and modern-day society, tend to stand out in much bolder relief than other figures from Dancing with Madness, Dancing with Genius

The intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years.

True lovers earn their genius in schools of blood, prophecy and dust.

Stars wishing upon the potential of humans shine faithfully on.

We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.

All the world loves a ghost. The evidence of that simple statement can be found by looking in nearly every direction.

The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time.from poem Blood and Blossoms

Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.

By striving so mightily to accomplish specific goals on behalf of one segment of humanity, she [Toni Morrison] went beyond them to create literary wonders capable of enriching the lives of not just her own people, but of all people.

I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language.

The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.

Writing anything, it sorta starts the way you’d build a castle at the beach. You’re just taking your hands and you’re mounting up sand.

My workday begins around 11 A.M., with a cup of black coffee in each hand. If I had more hands, there would be more coffee.

A true measure of strength is to use your hands to incapacitate somebody.

O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.

All I can do is leave it in God’s hands and hope that my fans feel where I’m coming from.

I’ve had my run in with trouble. Fortunately, you know, one slap on the hand is usually the last time for me… I learned my lesson.

I was singing in a mall, and I picked a girl to come up onstage with me. As I was grabbing her hand, I fell off the stage. It felt like I was in the air forever, flying like Superman.

If you’re waiting around for something to be handed to you or win the lottery, chances are nothing is ever going to go down, you know, so you got to make it happen on your own.