Every morningI wake up with the newsof bloodshed.I feel my body, desperate to know whetherI’m still alive.

Thank God, my name isn’t in the list of thosewho died or werekilled yesterday!

May this night come wearing drunk cloak of love, carrying passionate desires, and intoxication of love! Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that I do not see any dreams!

The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go softto be seated on children's eyes.

Light jumping out of window is staring the dark from afar.

Still enveloped in a blanket of dreams he (life) continued to lie still, pretended as if he was in a deep slumber.

I salute my desires with a bow.were it not for them to come and playmind would be empty just like me.

I am gazing-- desires unaware of destiny frisk about my mindscape like children.

Desires stay unaware of man’s fragile existence authored by scarcity

Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets.

Life’s mystery continued to trouble meA question came to my mind, is freedom dearer than life? or does it become easier to live when life becomes difficult?

There are endless opportunities in life. You have to explore, search and seek the diverse options.

I am now a faded image of my former being, I let that persona go.I like myself for who I am and I choose to be, me.

If you want a sense of purpose for experiencing pressures, use your knowledge of Jesus Christ's comforting, enlivening, energizing presence to be a comfort to others.

Words are powerful. Words make a difference. They can create and destroy. They can open doors and close doors. Words can create illusion or magic, love or destruction. … All those things.

Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.

And as long as you’re making choices unconsciously, you can’t consciously choose to change that ineffective behavior and turn it into productive habits.

Bite your lips, little brother...Don't cry. Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now...Wait. Clench your teeth and wait.

Playing for someone else's crowd is always difficult for any band.

The people who have the power want you scared. They want you walking around paralyzed by the notion that you could die at any moment.

I'm not a painter who's saying, "I want people to see my work when I die; it will be this and that." That's not satisfying to me.