Change is one of the scariest things in the world and yet it is also one of those variables of human existence that no one can avoid.

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.

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.

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

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

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

Many may very well continue to ask why more value is placed on technicalities of a law than on a man's flesh and blood life, especially when there is any amount of "doubt" at all regarding his guilt or innocence.