If the city lights weren’t big enough to make you move your romp, well maybe just then I’d see between the looking glass and the stacked book shelf. Could it be my old rocking chair that made sense of it all?

We can’t compare man to God. Because the minute you hide your face, here comes his serpent, rod, Shepard, and foot stool. When God sits you down, understand his will to save you from disbelievers and the quake of His world of fools.

A hopeless romantic just drinks her sorrows, wallow in her useless moans, and then at the inch of feeling together, she still cries. Well, well.

There's that saying to keep on with the keep on. Maybe we can keep on swimming; or one day we might just float.

Some days are harder, longer, and tenuous than others, but at least there is an all-knowing God, who sees and hears before the great winter fall.

What does soul food do to a man’s heart; like a lonely weapon waiting to catch fire in an open dark.

May the depressive thoughts lay where they never will grow, so berry good thing that comes in the like of a morning keeps the brain sunny side up.

Since we were raised to value the black dollar, now it is so that the dollar has no weight, no mold, no color.

EXTRA EXTRA, Marilyn Monroe waits for no one for she bows before her God and knows the owl for it stained her fluorescent crown.

She overcame a vessel that was sinking and blocking a blessing to be present. There’s no soul, if there is but a message.