At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.

Love as a concrete foundation for an authentically functional civilization requires the around-the-clock labors of forgiveness. Without it, Love fails, Friendship fails, Intelligence fails, Humanity: fails.

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

The story of the American Civil War is essentially one of human beings––Northerners, Southerners, Blacks, Whites, men, women–– holding themselves accountable for the future of a nation.

What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess...

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety––Women and Men, Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, white, black, red, brown. An outrageous instinct to love and be loved...

The study of history empowers nations and individuals with an ability to avoid errors of the past and lay foundations for victories in the future.

Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

Passion presented with a greater challenge achieves a greater goal.– from The Sexual Side of Spirituality

We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.

September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting,rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001

Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist.Pink dragonflies fall from the airand become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks.The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separatedfrom...

The issue, perhaps, boils down to one of how perceptions or misperceptions of racial difference impact various individuals’, or groups of individuals’, experience of freedom in America. Some would argue that it goes beyond hampering...

Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

To create art with all the passion in one’s soul is to live art with all the beauty in one’s heart.

The instinct to tell our children that they are better than someone else’s children, based on nothing more than the color of their skin, is now a fossilized aberration that serves no useful purpose.

Because Mr. Mandela’s early opponents invested so many resources into distorting the true nature of his advocacy, the singular historic moment millions now celebrate could have been tragically lost to guerrilla decontextualization.

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

Within the universe of the extraordinary, those qualities we designate to human concepts of gender are often shared, exchanged, or even completely obliterated. Because of this mixture of traits, these twins called Genius and Madness...

It [freedom] rings bells to remind humanity that the most precious gifts in life––like children and love and time––must never be taken for granted.

The best of humanity’s recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.

In an age when nations and individuals routinely exchange murder for murder, when the healing grace of authentic spirituality is usurped by the divisive politics of religious organizations, and when broken hearts bleed pain in...

Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.

Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.

Just above our terror, the stars painted this storyin perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too oftenabused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.

On either side of a potentially violent conflict, an opportunity exists to exercise compassion and diminish fear based on recognition of each other’s humanity. Without such recognition, fear fueled by uninformed assumptions, cultural prejudice, desperation...

Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams…

Many people can rightfully claim, as much as anyone can rightfully claim anything, that much of their lives have been spent stumbling through a cloud of cluelessness.

What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

Art gives its vision to beauty not always recognized. And it surrenders freely — whatever power it possesses to every sincere soul that seeks it. But above all else–it presents us with the gift of...

Freedom rings bells to wake us from the comfort of beautiful dreams and empower the efforts that turn them into reality.

Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.

Human beings, in a sense, may be thought of as multidimensional creatures composed of such poetic considerations as the individual need for self-realization, subdued passions for overwhelming beauty, and a hunger for meaning beyond the...

First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

Millions of tears have fallen for black sons, brothers, lovers, and friends whose assailants took or maimed their lives and then simply went on their way.

This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed.Must hearts forever sufferfrom ignorance and greed?Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free?

Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith.

Varieties of angels, like varieties of love, are many.