The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

Shine your soul with the same egoless humility as the rainbow and no matter where you go in this world or the next, love will find you, attend you, and bless you.

On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.

I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language.

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.