“Only the desireless can
see the world objectively,
detached from emotion,
outcome and need.
But what is the meaning of the truth
if there is no love in between?”
Source: Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
“You cannot build a dream on a foundation of sand. To weather the test of storms, it must be cemented in the heart with uncompromising conviction.”
Source: From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence
“May the cracks in my heart be
the place where I shall plant my tears
which would rise in blossoms.
If they hit me with stones,
I’m going to throw at them flowers.
As a sign of celebration.
The victory of reason over ego.
I’ve risen above it all,
on the ashes of my old soul
that, as Phoenix, found its way
to light up the Universe.”
Source: Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
“This isn't a conversation. This is the sort of monologue you run in your head with lovers you'll never speak to again. This is what happens when thoughts curdle.”
Source: Die, Vol. 1: Fantasy Heartbreaker
“A smart man only tells half of what he thinks.”
Source: Singin' and Swingin' and Gettin' Merry Like Christmas
“I've decided language isn't as advanced as we think it is. We're still apes trying to express our thoughts with grunts while most of what we want to communicate stays locked in our brain”
Source: Where the Forest Meets the Stars
“In the vastness of the cosmos, thoughts become reality; words become flesh.”
“Your feelings come from your thoughts, as you master your mind, you'll need to matter feelings too. If an emotion starts to take control… your best weapon is truth. It's ok to feel. Not okay to be controlled by feelings. Don't follow your heart. Follow truth.”
“He seldom spoke his thoughts and still more rarely, and then only in anger, did he speak his feelings, because to expose them made him feel naked, and worse than naked—flayed.”
Source: The Hireling
“I have a lot of,
unfinished poems.
And all of them are like,
some love affair,
that started too quick,
and died too young.
Each incomplete art to me,
is like a memory lane,
of an insane passion,
that words,
couldn't explain,
and colors couldn't contain.”
Source: Ginger and Honey