“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”

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

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

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

“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.”

“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”