at night i loved her at night i waited under the tarp at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming of a better time to watch me

where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?

awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover

runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest of my desire

shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union once more?

i witness the birth of the moon and her servants walking the night sky pulling us into their wake

the heavens raped from our misuse of love

You can have Jesus in your spirit and have an outrageous mess in your soul, and if you don't know what that's called, it's called religion.

The more you think, the less you imagine. The less you imagine, the less you create.

There is nothing to lose in life. Be courageous!

Each letter of the alphabet is a steadfast loyal soldier in a great army of words, sentences, paragraphs, and stories. One letter falls, and the entire language falters.

Wisdom sails with wind and time.

Remember, there's ultimately only one way to financial peace, and that's to walk daily with the Prince of Peace, Christ Jesus.

The red washing down the bathtub can’t change the color of the sea at all.

Art should be serious, not a joke. I dont like to laugh about art.

People's hearts color the heart of the earth and the earth colors the hearts of people.

Creativity involves the depth of a mind, and many, many depths of unconsciousness.