Stars wishing upon the potential of humans shine faithfully on.

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

Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety––Women and Men, Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, white, black, red, brown. An outrageous instinct to love and be loved executed your brain every hour on the hour.

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

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

President Obama appears to me to have elevated and implemented the artist-activist concept to the role of empowered servant-leader.