“Destiny is wisdom.”

You are my tamed fire in the wind.

Poetry is a home, a home with joy.

No pain no worries only the beating of our hearts.

If I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.

Everything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.

Without you, my heart will be full of weeds.

We love to live with sweet lies until reality touches the edges, of those sweet lies.

Into you, like the sun embraces the moon – a beautiful eclipse.

Loneliness is an art shaped by self-love.

We all bound by beauty with a touch of singularity.

Just realized that moonlight was just a matchmaker for the stars.

I heal me for I heal you.

Listen to the beat of beauty with your heart.

To be a radical fight you within you – a solitary battle.

So she loved the rain amid the fall.

He painted her red sky with every tone of love.

You have to trust in something–your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.

Live each day, as if it we’re your last. It’s written in the stars, your destiny is cast.

During a wise man’s whole life, his destiny holds his philosophy in a state of siege.

Everyone has their own destiny. Not everyone makes the choice to follow it. And I’m lucky I did.

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

I have no doubt that it is part of the destiny of the human race in it’s gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals.

Let a man accept his destiny, No pity and no tears.

To be black was to be the beneficiary of a great inheritance, a special destiny, glorious burdens that only we were strong enough to bear.