Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.

Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.

Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.

Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.

I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.

I stay cool, and dig all jive, That's the way I stay alive. My motto, as I live and learn, is Dig and be dug In return.

Folks, I'm telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that can not fly. Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go life is a barren field frozen with snow.

Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows, Help us to see That without the dust the rainbow Would not be.

Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.

So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.

So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.

I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

To some people Love is given, To others Only Heaven.

I swear to the Lord,I still can't see,Why Democracy means,Everybody but me.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

I asked you, baby, If you understood- You told me that you didn't, But you thought you would.

Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.

...the only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you'll finish it,....

Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.-

An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose

An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose

Good morning, Revolution: You're the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on

The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss

Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.

Believing everything she read In the daily news, (No in-between to choose) She thought that only One side won, Not that BOTH Might lose.

When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I'm dead. I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water To be so still that way. ~ "Sea Calm

When a man starts out to build a world, He starts first with himself

Life is a egg you have to be patient and carefull with it or it will brake

Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given, To others Only heaven.

LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY! True anyhow no matter how many Liars use those words.

I wish the rent Was heaven sent.

Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above.

Most musicians remain poor. But the music that they make, even if it does not bring them millions, gives millions of people happiness.

Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me

Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.

I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.

Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding.

I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.

What happens to a dream deferred? / Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.

Your explanation depresses me," I said. "Your nonsense depresses me," said Simple.

Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.