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The sky is a tight gray sheet of Baroque prose pulled snug
A writer will divine a metaphor from a pattern on a dress, or a gesture, because sunsets have been done before.
Although this man spoke pure fluent ghetto, she liked his spirit. She could tell he was attracted to her, and that he was being ever careful with his words.
That night I wasn't reading your palm ... I was monogramming my fingerprints on the sidewalks of your lifeline.
Sometimes I think the Most High believes I can shoulder the weight of 1000 stars.
The most empowering thing you can do though is to create innovative ways to bring in livable wages. That begins with a debt free lifestyle.
All things grow, flourish, die, and re-grow. Life and death are continuous and fluid. Like the Sun and the Moon which die and are reborn, so do the seasons and all living things.
Like caterpillars our metamorphosis begins with what comes from our mouth. Caterpillars spin silk cocoons from the mouth. We speak life or death, success or failure. All transformation starts with what comes from our mouth.
Magic waited for me in the morning dew of this brand new day. And silence sang, so soft and low. It touched my sun dappled skin and kissed my parted lips.
Wind as old as Rome outside my window, inky fleece clouds against charcoal crushed velvet skies, fall feels soulful, like a LaBelle octave.
Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river ... that's romance.
Fruit falls when you shake the tree. You have to keep making things happen.
Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks waddle into the lake. Thanking Mama Nature for her abundance. Loving this candied-sweet southern life.
Lick my finger so I can scan your table of contents- fuck the index- I yearn to ride your story line.
Your skin reminds me of everything beautiful I've ever loved ...
how the moon gets jealous at how you mock her crescent figure with the shape of your mouth ...
echo of unborn galaxies bounce forth through your vocal chords ...
Like the Bermuda triangle, she swallowed her victims whole.
The light of an early Summer afternoon as it slips toward dusk has so many good things wrapped up in it..
The greatest minds are like film, they take the negatives and develop themselves in darkness ...
You and those shot-glass eyes, deep swirling pools of 80-proof firewater, with the depth and profundity of Saturn's spinning pulsars ...
In order to grow, I promise you'll have to let go of some habits. 10 times out of 10, they'll be the habits you're most in love with.
On Slavery: The saddest slap in the face is we have NO monument, no real statues or memorials, no special day of Atonement or Remembrance (NOT ONE), no thanks for 400+ years of free labor, forced servitude across the Trans-Atlantic, ass beatings, buying ourselves and families out of slavery, rape and plunder ... but everyone else has monuments, special museums, and even movies. This is what America thinks of black people, so-called black president and all, who has been largely silent on this subject ... we'll even celebrate Leprechauns, Easter Bunnies, and Secretary's Day before we acknowledge our history.
I marveled over the cosmic metaphors in my life. Found that all I needed to see and all I needed to know; all I needed to understand could be found in a constellation shaped like the Big Dipper.
Some roses grow through concrete. Remember that.
Quality sells itself. No hype needed.
Every morning I look in the mirror and remind myself: "No one owes you sh*t!" In this way, I am never disappointed. Never placing blame.
I would tell my 14 year old self to never ever, ever put all of your money in one bank account. And love the ones who love you back. You're going to want to quit ... DON'T! Oh, and get everything in writing.
Successful people replace the words "wish", "should" and "try" with "I will".
His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea ...
On my John Coltrane. In a sentimental mood.
All I could feel was love leaking in my soul and my heart seeping bits of heaven.
So I watch my sadness, gleaming in all of its soft pastel glory. And I listen to the arguments against my sanity.
