Jo Boniszewski

I am the flame, electric blue, lightening, razor-like, renewing my spirit. Heart beating in time to the earth’s rhythm and expanse of black ink sky, overreaching eternal. My fingertips spark with seeds of creation, fireworks coloring canvas, beckoned by this light that lifts me.

If it matters, it will hurt like knives or wrap and lift you in the most immeasurable joy. Or both. One thing is certain, you will feel intensely alive.

The sky was the color of hard crimson, dripping down a canvas, the moon splashed silver across red. Her soothing balm healing my soul in swathes of calmness, I breathe in her tides and let my body be washed ashore, lying in the sands of eternity.

The gap that’s opened I’m filling with fairy dust, hues of the heart and a joy for life what was… I invite to exit right quietly, in shades of black and white.

You sold me a dream and it shattered. I didn’t know how to put it back together again. So instead, I’m lovingly gluing those fragments anew with seams of gold, creating a vibrant new dream, rendering the broken strong and more than ever, breathtakingly beautiful.

Standing beneath this immense, bejeweled, star-spangled dome, breathing in its life, boundaries fall away, possibilities open up and my wings unfold. And I thought that you were the one who was the angel.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.

Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.

Artists must be sacrificed to their art.

The first wealth is health.

I trust no one, not even myself.

If you have good thoughts, they will shine out of your face like sun beams and you will always look lovely!

A government that robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul.

People are always good company when they are doing what they really enjoy.

Nothing is beneath you if it is in the direction of your life.

If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.

The wise know that foolish legislation is a rope of sand, which perishes in the twisting.

Life, an age to the miserable, and a moment to the happy.

A hen is only a egg’s way of making another egg.

Injustice in the end produces independence.

It’s not burn baby burn, but learn, baby, learn, so that you can earn, baby, earn.