“I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.”

The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.

Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.

If I could reverse time, I would spend more time looking into what ailed my loved ones – would have learned more about medical gaslighting.

Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.

To be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.

To be understood and accepted could change so many lives.

People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.

I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’

I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.

I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.

Body and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.

I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.

When the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.

My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.

I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.

I search for comedy scripts / I watch happy shows / In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.

When my little son, Prince, had health issues as a baby, we were told that he had a 20 percent chance of survival.

I feel more like I’m a person who has so much to offer in different capacities that it would be a danger for me not to give myself a chance to spread my wings in all different directions.

If you don’t throw yourself into something, you’ll never know what you could have had.

I’ve only myself to blame for it, my impotence most of all and my weakness. If I do any good work now it will be only by chance.

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

Honestly, I’m on the road so much that I never really get a chance to go to baseball games.

This is why you play – to get an opportunity to play in the playoffs.

Each one should remember there is a chance for him.