“I want to hear your secrets, to learn their weight, and bare them as my own.”

It seems strange how we look in the same mirror, yet what stares back, is so painfully different.

These empty halls are crowded, this silence is too loud. Shadows they call out, now i’ve lost what once was found.

You cannot force a vine to grow the fruit of an apple tree, for the sake of your love of apples. What fruit can it possibly bear?

My blood is fifty percent alcohol the other half was you.

Now i’m like you, just a memory floating across, this now foreign land.

You’re my bad habit, on this dark planet, light up my world like stars, now they’re ashes.

I don’t want to forget you, even though its best to, now you’re just the empty space, in my bedroom.

Contemplate your own mortality daily, then see how much we must change.

My closest friend is myself, although he may lie to me, at least i know the lies to be true.

Of all the roses in the bush, you have the sharpest thorns.

I revel in the solace found when gold rays caress your sleeping face. Blissfully unaware of the beauty they’re revealing.

A cherry blossom refusing to bow to the seasons; fighting off frozen winds fiercely, for it knows the power held in the beauty, of its bloom.

You are a drug that my blood forgot, it needed.

Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.

The older you get, the more you learn to see what you’ve been taught to see. When you’re a kid, you see what’s there.

There are two components that are fundamental to enjoy life and feel good about yourself: continual learning and service.

As all born teachers, he was primarily a student.

The job of the poet (a job which can’t be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.

Bands today have to learn their craft by putting the hard work in that we did when we were young performers.

I want to learn how to be more thankful for what I am, than guilty for what I’m not.

Less gossiping, more learning. Less complaining, more excelling. Less walls, more bridges. Less fear, more courage.