“Have you ever heard silence? How do you hear the silence? You don’t, you feel it. And they stared at the silence between them.”

I remember so little that I can’t forget enough.

Take a souvenir you don’t have to keep, Just pretend you want to remember.

For in the wild I feel the safest where the thorns of the invisible hand can not prick me.

Many times over my eyes have devoured the layers of your skin but I’ve never seen you naked.

Living in a constant paradox, begging to be held and released by gravity, to be grounded and free. But my feet pressed against the earth yearn for the clouds above my fingertips adrift whispering I don’t want to be at the mercy of gravity.

The cloak of death has favorites when its strings are being controlled by the puppeteer of hatred.

Let your memories fall into place, you don’t have to carry all of them at once.

Why are we told to be afraid to hurt? Why do we avoid, run and hide? Cover up inside with shields of armor, Our shins, and elbows made of pads of plastic; We are not made of glass and tattered bits, It’s not weakness when our strength builds us to last.

There is no sunrise as beautiful as the one where you realize you are worth a million suns.

Where do I stand when neither side recognizes me as one of them.

For time does nothing for you if you do nothing with it.

I am suffocating in the vacancy of the overflowing space, can you feel me reaching out?

Can you taste the colors your ancestors weaved into, The armors of resilience they wore; Can you taste the colors of the unpaved path before you, waiting to be colored by you?

How can I not love you from a distance when you breathe the same way I do, Have the same needs I do?  Search for the same purpose and meaning that I do? Why must there be me over here and you over there that do not live in the same world?

They are simple creatures they see right through you and if by chance they miss you, they will make you believe you were never there.

Why must your suffering cause my peace and my peace your suffering?

In America, with all of its evils and faults, you can still reach through the forest and see the sun. But we don’t know yet whether that sun is rising or setting for our country.

I’m not interested in being a lover. I’m interested in only being love.

Even though he understood the depths of racism and black oppression, Ali lived his life as a free man—a free loving and lovable man.

Comedy is merely tragedy happening to someone else.

We’re all just walking each other home.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every step.

Words can be meaningless. If they are used in such a way that no sharp conclusions can be drawn.