This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

At some point, a flash of sustained clarity reveals the difference between what someone would have you believe is true, and what you know from the depths of your own heart to the peaks of your soul to be true. What happens after that is up to you.

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

Some have speculated that the way [Albert] Camus died made his theories on absurdity a self-fulfilling prophecy. Others would say it was the triumphant meaningful way he lived that allowed him to rise heroically above absurdity.

Trayvon Martin, at the most, seems only to have been guilty of being himself.