“Classic romantic love is an emotional attraction between two individuals in which they may share a heightened awareness of mutual adoration.”

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela might be measured in part by the profound and unique gestures made by people in different countries to honor his life upon learning of his death.

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.