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

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

“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”

“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”

“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.”

“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.”

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