Curtis Tyrone Jones

The sun still lives his silent vows to the moon, by bowing to kiss her feet whenever she walks in the room.

You play me with your jazz & leave me with the blues.

The deeper the journey into inner space, the further the possibilities in outer space.

People tell you to believe in yourself for your whole life, then call you arrogant when you begin taking their advice.

The weight of your baggage never stops true love from taking flight.

Stay hungry on the path you trod to overcome all odds though fate & the gods seem to pepper your plate with a barrage of sabotage.

Dig deep & pull the roots of confidence from the ground of your being, standing firm in the raging storm until sunlight blossoms inside you.

Give it air & let the scar on your soul reveal itself, because, like the body, it too was made to heal itself.

You're only as good as you're next thought of yourself.

You're only as good as your next thought of yourself.

The sun never has an inferiority complex. It shines the same whether above or below.

Rare indeed is the seed who can bury its nightmares & still stem & blossom into its wildest dreams.

When she smiles, the lines in her face become epic narratives that trace the stories of generations that no book can replace.

Some situations are just like bad dreams, they're only unbearable while we're giving them our full attention.

Let's gather the world in a game of love with the goal of kicking our tears past Eternity & she'll kick the earth into humanity.

Summer is a gentleman: slowly warming the earth at length before undressing her in the fall.

Take time for the clearance of the mind, preparing for adherence to perseverance for the journey of another thousand miles.

In love madly,traveling though thelife-raft's unravelingin a beautiful tragedy,but gladly i'm stillpaddling throughthe oceanof youranatomy.