“You turned white, like a saintBut I'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold……Flecked paint.”

“What matters is not what you paint but what your hand dances. The painting is only a notation of the dance of the hand, of the gesture of love.”

“She resembled a rainbow and the pot of gold; rarely observed and never discovered.”

“Aye, you white dog, you are like all your race; but to a black man gold can never pay for blood.”

“I feel you move me
in such sweet silence
always dancing, always dancing
never ever getting tired”

“I love writing but I hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says. " You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I'm not your agent and I'm not your mommy, I'm a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?" and I really, really don't. I don't want any trouble. I'll go peaceable-like.”

“I'm looking at a hand full of broken plans, and I'm tired of playing it down, you just want her to do anything to you, there ain't nothing you won't allow, you wake up in the middle of the night, from a dream you won't remember flashing on like a cop's light, you say she's waiting and I know what for, the white lady loves you more**The White Lady Loves You More”

“Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain.
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again.”

“I know I can still play, but it's like I told my wife, I'm just tired mentally. I'm just tired”

“I'll paint you moments of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings…”