Saul Williams

“she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away”

“There is nothing more negligent than attempting to address a problem one finds on a branch than by censoring the leaves.”

“I keep trying to forget, but I must remember. And gather the scattered continents of a self, once whole. Before they plant flags and boundary my destiny. Push down the watered mountains that blemish this soiled soul before the valleys of my conscience get the best of me. I'll need a passport just to simply reach the rest of me. A vaccination for a lesser god's bleak history.”

“I have offered myself to the inkwell of the wordsmith that I might be shaped into new terms of being.”

“Some rather seek up high Than dig and grind that inner truth”

“Fax me a fact, and I'll telegram a hologram.”

“My father's a preacher, my mother's a teacher, thus . . . I rhyme.”

“My love is my soul's imagination... how do I love you... imagine.”

“pools of blood are not recreational even lifeguards drown when the undertow breaks bread with the underbelly demons disguised as sharks have not put enough thought into their costumes a wiseman stays ashore when pointed fins read like italian subtitles the end is near (...) the beginning”

“only through new wordsmight new worldsbe calledinto order”

“the anchor manthrown overboardhas simply rooted usin history's repeating cycle”

“she kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun”

“i am like a survivorof the floodwalking through the streetsdrenched withGodsurprised that all of the drowned victimsare still walking and talking”

“We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness. We trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We know that the heart is the philosopher's stone. Our music is our alchemy.”

“The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.”

“Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun”

“When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyleatop some crumbling building,spring to lifea resuscitated angel.”

“i laced my shoes with sorrowand walked a weary roaddead end streetsdon't come undonewith double knots wing tipped shoesthat walk on airthrough vacant lots”

“Talk to strangerswhen the family fails and friends lead you astraywhen Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and it turns out God is gay.'Cause angels and messiahs love can come in many forms:in the hallways of your projects, or the fat girl in your dorm,and when you finally take the time to see what they’re aboutperhaps you find them lonely or their wisdom trips you out.”

“I'm hip to their game, hip to the science of warPropoganda makes me fight but what am I fightin for?My way of life? Beans and rice? Give and take, less or more? See through the eyes of the poor, plus I'm black to the coreIgnorance is on tour bookin stadiums and moreThe days of hitler painted pictures patriotic beforeYou raise your flag on a land snatched from bald eagles claw, and stamp the symbol on your currency to finance your war.I'm sayin no.Not in my name.Not in my life.Not by my hands.That ain't my fight.Not in my name.You wage your war against terrorists and violence, and try to wave your guns and fear us all into silence.NO.”

“They say that I am a poetI wonder what they would say if they saw me from the inside I bottleemotions and place them into the sea for others to unbottle ondistant shores I am unsure as to whether they ever reach and forthat matter as to whether I ever get my point acrossor my love”

“For all the ghosts and corpses that shall never know the breath of our childrenso longfor the sacrifice and endurance of our mothers and the sustained breath of our fatherswe live”

“A lie preserved in stained glass doesn't make it more true.”

“Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world's greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding”

“Come, my love, we have oceans to sail.”

“intelligence is intuitiveyou needn't learn to loveunless you've been taughtto fear and hate”

“I surrendered my beliefs and found myself at the tree of lifeinjecting my story into the veins of leavesonly to find that stories like forestsare subject to seasons”

“the greatest Americanshave not been born yetthey are waiting patientlyfor the past to die”

“I dance for no reason, for reasons you can't dance, Call me an activist of intellectualized circumstance You can't learn my steps until you unlearn your thoughts Spirit, soul, can't be store-bought.”