His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea…
Every morning I look in the mirror and remind myself: “No one owes you sh*t!” In this way, I am never disappointed. Never placing blame.
You settle for less, you get less.
Some roses grow through concrete. Remember that.
Drama does not just walk into our lives. Either we create it, invite it, or associate with it.
Like caterpillars our metamorphosis begins with what comes from our mouth. Caterpillars spin silk cocoons from the mouth. We speak life or death, success or failure. All transformation starts with what comes from our mouth.
Fruit falls when you shake the tree. You have to keep making things happen.
No one is born with equality. We all come here with varying degrees of opportunities, qualities, strengths, weaknesses, IQ, etc.
Be selective in your battles…
Understand: I don’t ever want to be equal to any other being. I always want to be greater…in all things, in all circumstances.
Everyone’s life changes when they meet their Obi-Wan & their Yoda, or their Morpheus & their Oracle; those who help remove the veil.
The reason why many people remain on the bottom is because they play to ‘not lose’, as opposed to playing to win at all costs.
All those other girls are cake…I’m Crème brûlée…Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.
When my son speaks of playing sports, I’ve always told him: playing on the team is great, but aspire to be the guy who owns the team. I’ve always told my son: most of the...
Most people don’t have real friends. You have people in your life waiting for opportunities to see what YOU can do for them.
I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades.
Some books must be sipped slowly like a strong bourbon. Most books must be devoured more than once because as you age you distill more.
But believe it or not, I really do like to read. I don’t think anyone can ever pull the wool over your eyes if you stay prayed up and read. Frederick Douglass said that no...
You and those shot-glass eyes, deep swirling pools of 80-proof firewater, with the depth and profundity of Saturn’s spinning pulsars…
A writer will divine a metaphor from a pattern on a dress, or a gesture, because sunsets have been done before.
I don’t want to be around people who accept me as is, in my unrefined state of becoming. I consistently want people around me who push and encourage me to be my ultimate best, who...
Sometimes I think the Most High believes I can shoulder the weight of 1000 stars.
Unapologetically smitten with thunderstorms…the thought of rough sex beneath an acid washed moon and hydrated stars…
Quality sells itself. No hype needed.
Sometimes transitional periods in life leave you feeling like a great big jumble of loose, split ends.
can’t even sleep through the night without you and those sun-dried ginger ale complected limbs crocheted into my thighs…
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