“Life has meaning only when you give it meaning otherwise it is pure chaos.”

I gave him my heart but he didn’t want any part. So, I sold the pieces to the highest bidders.

Because there is trust and love whatever you tell me I believe you.

Like a flame without its shadow you’re there.

To really know how you feel about someone write their name down.

You mangle my sex and call it love. And I wonder, how many others have confused tar for honey.

Children are pure chaos and love.

You are the guardian of your own happiness. So guard it.

As soon as you realize you don’t need them you will be free.

And the day fell into night but you’re still my brightest light.

I rub my hands to start a fire placing it inside your heart.

And you get everything you wanted from me whilst I only get parts of you.

Maybe the universe is talking and you should listen.

The one thing that sits true among everything else – Love.

Animals don’t care what you look like. They care how you love.

The gift is right next to the wound.

I was running adrift then you came an anchor to my soul to my ship.

And I will love you from your beautiful chaos to your moonlight smile.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture…we merge in an iridescent chaos.

Having tried to give pattern to the chaos which lives within the pattern of your certainties, I must come out, I must emerge.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.

I’ve been involved in something which was chaotic and insane. All I can say now is that I am, and intend to stay, a single man.

Life is chaotic. It’s messy. That’s what Jesus was stepping into.

Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos, and you know the thing about chaos? It’s fair.