“Such are these places where lovers of bliss behold the angel of peace”

Friendship fails, Intelligence fails, Humanity: fails.

The Civil Rights Act of 1964 laid the foundation for the Voting Rights Act of 1965, but it also addressed nearly every other aspect of daily life in a would-be free democratic society.

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

What more civilized way for people to alleviate the same than by giving themselves to one another as brothers and sisters in deed as well as in word?

Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.

Literary genres and techniques tend to take form in one’s mind somewhat the way computer templates provide form for different computer tasks.

The job facing American voter in the days and years to come is to determine which hearts, minds and souls command those qualities best suited to unify a country rather than further divide it,

They both, when we study that grand tapestry known as history and modern-day society, tend to stand out in much bolder relief than other figures from Dancing with Madness, Dancing with Genius

The intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years.

True lovers earn their genius in schools of blood, prophecy and dust.

Stars wishing upon the potential of humans shine faithfully on.

We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.

All the world loves a ghost. The evidence of that simple statement can be found by looking in nearly every direction.

The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time.from poem Blood and Blossoms

Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.

By striving so mightily to accomplish specific goals on behalf of one segment of humanity, she [Toni Morrison] went beyond them to create literary wonders capable of enriching the lives of not just her own people, but of all people.

Behold, directly overhead, a certain strange star was suddenly seen . . . Amazed, and as if astonished and stupified, I stood still

No man beholds his mother’s womb Yet who denies it’s there? Coiled To the navel of the world is that Endless cord that links us all To the great Origin. If I lose my way. The trailing cord will bring me to the roots.

The soul that beholds beauty becomes beautiful.

The meaning I picked, the one that changed my life: Overcome fear, behold wonder.

Look up into His lovely face and as you behold Him,

He will transform you into His likeness. You do the beholding.

To be so endued with His presence, and imbued with His Spirit that men shall see Him when they behold us.

Behold a candle, how it gives its light. It weeps its life away drop by drop in order to give forth its flame of light.