Let all Black Poets die as trumpets, And be buried in the dust of marching feet.

I died in 1960 from a prison sentence and poetry brought me back to life.

We dreamed of doing but could not bring ourselves to do.

Each Fall the graves of my grandfathers call me, the brown hills and red gullies of mississippi send out their electric messages, galvanizing my genes.

Love is a rock against the wind. Not soft like silk and lace.

To write a blues song is to regiment riots and pluck gems from graves.

I boil my tears in a twisted spoon And dance like an angel on the point of a needle.

Black Poets should live--not leap From steel bridges, like the white boys do.

Habits decide who you become permanently, what you do daily and what you have always.

I’ll be at your side, till the darkness dies.

Being a chef would be too much hard work.

...you have to reach for things beyond your grasp, or what is heaven for

Love knows no time, or distance, and it certainly knows no reason.

What am I hanging around for? But I'm hanging around because it's still fun.

I built websites for myself. I didn't want to work for anyone else. I came from a science background, so I approached things fairly analytically.

I believe that I can improve things.

The use of violence in movies is a subject that's worth addressing. I'm not standing on a soapbox or wagging a finger, but I'm interested in those subjects for sure.

The dissolution of the nation destroys the national religion, and dethrones the national deity.