Poetry is our soul in flight learning how to walk.

A secret is either holy, or it is poison. There is no middle ground.

People that refuse to change become living prisons, not only incarcerating themselves, but anyone who shows them affection, or dissent.

It’s the shadow not the mask that, in the end, does the evil deed.

It’s always good to remember that Dostoevsky wrote The Gambler about his own addiction to gambling to pay off his gambling debts.

Art is an attempt to translate the Universe to oneself, and oneself to others.

Whatever they can do, I can do better. I just need to read their book.

He waits for your mistake.

All the things we threw away come back to us as birds on wires. Nature sending telegrams.

The wrong ones are always the most loved.

Your beat draws your circle.

Grounding requires a 360-degree perspective.

Secrecy, not exclusivity.

She never wasted a mood without lacing it with poison, or a word without lodging a bullet in it.

An angel wouldn’t know what money is. A demon might.

When things are not going well, ask yourself, who gains? Then move in the opposite direction.

First check if you are a player in the game, or just the bargaining chip.

There is solace in movement.

Turn it around by unweaving the pattern.

Two people wanting to be rescued by each other, sitting in their cages, with the doors ajar.

Play the court games, and you never leave the chessboard.

If you kick people in the face on your way up, do not be surprised when there’s no one looking at you when you reach the top.

Living in another person’s bad mood, and other comforts.

Gone are the days when I searched for a solution with my eyes on the window.

Listen with your eyes, watch with your ears. Sometimes it’s the best way to know.

Suddenly, you grasp the beauty. But by then, it’s beyond your reach.

You were like liquid sunrise to me.

Love does not keep us bound to people. Hate does. If you are the villain in someone else’s story, forgive them. And ask to be forgiven… {read more}

There are relationships and memories of relationships that cannot be healed. Turn away while you still can be healed without them, and never look back. That might be the remedy.

Never show your broken to a brute.

We create our own fears out of shadows on our bedrooms walls. When they become real, we blame the dark.

Go where the heart is.

Places where you belong most are where you are valuable to the many and dangerous to the few.

Intuition is complexity, instinct is simplicity. Analysis is admin.

The perils of maintaining a shiny surface.

The only way to understand envy is to allow it to emerge as it is. A silent howl for love.

As many layers to this wound as petticoats on a courtesan.

Let them take it. It’ll never be theirs.

All sacred work is done in silence.

I stopped loving you not because my love was not real, but because it was not bulletproof.

There is no more surface left.

Do you want to continue the chain, or break the chain? The answer is what makes you.

Explaining how the clock works, but still not understanding time.

Grace is the capacity to forgive.