“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.”

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

“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”

“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.”

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

“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.”