I now know how your angercame from skeletonsthat rattled in your heartand you couldn't escape them.

Foggy nights bring some comfort.He can get lost in the mistand there is no one to stare or question.

How do I learn to speakwhen silence is all I know?

But the walls of my resolvemortared with stubbornnesshave been breached by circumstancesI cannot handle alone.

Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers.I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness.

I seek to be moved, my imagination reborn.Let me feast on poems that feed my hunger.

I am lost in my world, invisible - unknown.Moon please lend meyour light that someonewill me see me.

If there is passion, let me feel its heat.I want my heart to beat fast, my breath raspy, my skin to burn.

I am a butterfly poetbirthed from painflying with the freedomof my verses.

I didn't know the demonsthat walked across your memory.They came from the dustwhen you were at peacein your grave.

Religion is an experience, not a bunch of doctrines.

All of life is a trust fall, and I'm awakening to the thrill, rather than the fear, of being suspended midair.

we compose our life in stories we tell ourselves

Every man should be content to mind his own business.

There is no counsel like God's counsel. No comfort like His comfort. No wisdom more profound than the wisdom of the Scriptures.

Optimism is the first cousin of love, and it's exactly like love in three ways: it's pushy, it has no real sense of humour, and it turns up where you least expect it.

Zeal is not of necessity religion, neither is it always of the same essence with poetry or patriotism.

Set honor in one eye and death in th' other, and I will look on both indifferently. I love then name of honor more than I fear death.

The ocean . . . cold and wild the surf, rushing in to overwhelm the beach, the wind, stinging my cheeks, enveloping me in total freedom.

Arthur Ashe had been the first black athlete to play Johannesburg at the time of apartheid.