“Love is a country and we continue to travel until we find home.”

Sworn enemies. Past lovers. What did either of our hearts do to deserve this. You were poetry to me.

Let love cover me, just like the leaves on pavements like blankets in fall.

Why go with the majority when you can find your own direction?

Life’s a game. Don’t get played. Play the game.

Love slandered the heart, we fumbled gracefully, we fell in love with the end from the start.

Are you fully conscious of your worth? Are you a person or a universe?

Sun rises sun sets. Stick with this groove like honey to remember love.

Be brave, be bold, beware that you must believe before becoming.

Be open and let the universe guide you to the place that you will be the happiest.

Take a moment to find your peace.

Like the leaves and trees beyond repair we let go, But don’t forget love.

Love will always live here despite us not holding the keys anymore.

Your fears, let them be paperweight.

The butterflies in my stomach were devouring my organs. The feeling wasn’t mutual.

If I am burning ablaze, passion ignited his love is the sun.

I didn’t believe in fairytales until you held me. Can we stay like this forever?

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all the people some of the time, which is just long enough to be president of the United States.

Learn how to meditate on paper. Drawing and writing are forms of meditation. Learn how to contemplate works of art. Learn how to pray in the streets or in the country. Know how to meditate not only when you have a book in your hand but when you are waiting for a bus or riding in a train.

Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.

Let America be America, where equality is in the air we breathe.

The future of the United States and the most important election in a generation, and he [Donald Trump] is trying to con people into giving them their vote, just like he conned these people into giving them their money.

Together we will build an America where hope is a new job with a paycheck, not a faded word on an old bumper sticker.

People call me wild. Not really though, I’m not. I guess I’ve never been normal, not what you call Establishment. I’m country.

The only true solution would be a convention under which all the governments would bind themselves to defend collectively any country that was attacked.