“In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.”

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.

First of all, nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you were naked Ah, but some of you was light.

I found that things became a lot easier when I no longer expected to win. You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece.

I ache in the places where I used to play.

It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

Then let’s be quiet together.

How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?

Well, I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one.

My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

Never make a decision when you need to pee.

I don’t want to be a star, merely dying.

The maestro says it’s Mozart But it sounds like bubble gum.

Don’t call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.

I have tried in my way to be free.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

The mere possession of a gun is, in itself, an urge to kill, not only by design, but by accident, by madness, by fright, by bravado.

If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.

Time is the best killer.

My mama always told me never put off till tomorrow people you can kill today.

Niggas want to kill me and y’all still wit em and y’all chill wit em and y’all wonder why we not friends.

You don’t remove the evil in a person by killing the person.

The past has to be seen to be dead; or the past will kill.

But I wondered, how would I feel about killing someone? Now I know. It’s no big deal.