“Meet me under the moon so we can chase stars together.”

If you’re afraid of a little fire. She may not be the one for you.

Old soul, Poet’s heart, Warrior’s mind.

I’m a tangled mess of wild and I don’t want to be unraveled. I like me this way.

He wasn’t like a moth attracted to her flame. He was like a vampire in love with her eternal darkness.

My eyes saw you, but damn, did my soul feel you.

We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.

I am inspired by many, but am in competition with only myself.

Sometimes she’s the gentle rain caressing you softly. Sometimes she’s the hurricane loving you madly.

Your darkness is hauntingly beautiful. Mesmerizing.

While you were busy working on your ego, she was busy working on her soul.

Don’t compare her to sunshine and roses when she’s clearly orchids and moonlight.

I have wolf blood and wolf bones. Don’t expect me to graze with sheep.

I do not trust anyone who hides in the light and denies darkness exists.

When the world is too much create your own. I do it every day.

Still refining, staying wild, always growing and evolving

My soul and the moon are night time lovers.

I’d like to be remembered for being a good, kind, loving, gentle man who attempted to live wisely, and who cared a lot.

Don’t hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

Love is a combination of care, commitment, knowledge, responsibility, respect and trust.

I believe in living, I believe in birth, I believe in the sweat of love and in the fire of truth and I believe that a lost ship, steered by tired, sea sick sailors, can still be guided home to port.

My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.

Life gets easier when you love yourself harder.

Ego & anger are the enemies of love.

We need more love & less stuff.