Things we are not meant to choose; our talents, whom we love, and how long we live.

Sinking, as immune response to a malefic lover.

We are the storm.

Low tides in swelling hearts.

Dying is not difficult. Living is not difficult. Living a lie is difficult.

To love is to be alive.

A box full of flower dust & time.

Love them when they win or fail, but not because of it.

On losing essence in aesthetics.

Don’t let them hijack your story, and turn it into theirs.

Commit to the beat of your own heart. All else turns.

You have to say it. If you don’t, be sure your enemies will.

Masking lack of compassion with sentiment.

Delirious, but accurate.

Love is at the point of contact.

If you opt for power, over love, accept hell.

Go towards what your heart desires, it will be delightful. Even the pain.

He’s entertaining because he keeps you guessing. But there’s no mystery, baby. Just a void, inside.

In the midst of artifice, reality presents luxury.

Whatever you think separates you, or elevates you, is contrary to the divine.

A thwarted ambition turns to envy.

Poetry is a way to voice feelings without losing them.

We get our names from naming what we love.

There are two kinds of folk, ones that see the ruby, and ones that see the dust.

So I allowed love to undo me. And although it did not keep me, my feet became softer to walk its hallowed grounds.

We weave lies into blankets in the coldest nights, hoping to dream of truth.

The alienation of the worker from the product of one’s labour is not, in its essence, alienation of human from matter, rather it is the alienation of human from spirit invested in the creation of produced matter.

After a while, you forget the words, all you remember is their presence.

The ignorant is unfortunate, but based in reality. People really don’t know, and don’t care. The pseudointellectual is unfortunate, and based on fantasy. People think they know, and pretend they care.

Fragility requires shelter.

Everything in politeness that is not kindness is either admin or hypocrisy.

If it starts as a breeze, and ends as a storm, it had always been the storm.

Operational options: slave to a lie, or servant of the truth?

If a stone is immovable, know there is rot underneath that stone. When exposed, it becomes dangerous. But visible.

Its trajectory is the key to its intention.

Find calm in the abyss.

It travels the speed of your thoughts.