“As living examples of the same. Peace ends with the unraveling of individual hope and the emergence of the will to worship violence as a healer of private and social disease.”

With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.

The singular historic moment millions now celebrate could have been tragically lost to guerrilla decontextualization.

Yet continuously occupies the same bed or pathway, and accommodates life’s endings with the same musical grace with which it accommodates

Operating to implement a balance and give us an opportunity to turn the horrors we’ve forced upon each other into something more conducive to sustaining at least minimal degrees of sanity and love.

An outrageous instinct to love and be loved executed your brain every hour on the hour.

Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends.

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?

Got just enough room to be a friend of yours. Oh I hope you got room to be a friend of mine.

Stars ink your fingers with a lexicon of flame blazing rare knowledge.

Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith.

Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.

What they suffered from was not mental debilitation, but personal and communal ignorance of psychic reality.

The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery.

Authentic inspiration endows individuals with mental or spiritual energy which they are then able to transform into positive action.

And other facets of human existence. Looking in certain other corners of the same mirror, he or she may experience glimpses of a True Self sheltered deftly behind a mask of public proprieties.

Minister and writer Barbara Kaufmann has addressed the subject of guerrilla decontextualization on both the ‘Voices Compassionate Education’ website and on ‘Inner Michael’,

If one is to learn to live with the dead, one must first learn to live with the living!

So I helped educate sports, and then the world, that a man living with HIV can play basketball. He’s not going to give it to anybody by playing basketball.

I found out that a person named Elizabeth Frazier was living with AIDS at the time, and so I called her up, and she took a meeting with me.

HIV changed my life, but it doesn’t keep me from living.

It is, I think, an error to believe that there is any need of religion to make life seem worth living.

To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.

Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the on that you love doesn’t love you.

How is Hillary Clinton going to lecture me about living paycheck to paycheck? I was raised paycheck to paycheck.