And hoops, like rings aflame set to jump through for a world fit for someone else The cold harsh feel of steel on skin, the unloved touch of an industry used to deprave all mankind of its creativity and cast us out as a solider of fortune. Working to build an empire of dirt until the grave of another unknown warrior lays dead and buried amongst the masses of a billion unknowns before him.

— Morris R. Gates

And while she was fire, So fierce and so wild, I could only hope to be for her;The forests and the winds to carry her flame.

— Morris R. Gates

How many infinite lives have been lived since man first had consciousness or awareness of his soul? And how many of those souls have stared up at the stars in wonder; pondered the meaning of their existence, the meaning of life, the thoughts of their ancestors, dreamed of the futures of his offspring and the purpose of all that is man? How long will we wander before the truth is found?

— Morris R. Gates

If we keep our dreams in our head they can be forgotten, If we write down our dreams they become tangible, Once they are physical, they have taken the first step in becoming attainable.

— Morris R. Gates

I had drunk myself to oblivion, Stepped from the room into a dreamless slumber, My consciousness had parted ways, Taking a well-earned vacation.

— Morris R. Gates

I have spent so many nights out under the stars Euphoria running through my veins and alcohol coursing through my bloody mind would race along with my hearty vision drawn to the stars and all the possibilities of what is out there Suddenly the world and all its problems seems so infinitesimal My mind leaves this plane And a smile is drawn across my face know this isn’t reality, but I absorb it with all my being find it better to be lost out here then found in my real life Amongst the stars now I can live And it’s beautiful For the moments it lasts, it’s beautiful Its heaven on earth

— Morris R. Gates

I'm left with the pages of my life just turning, The story being filled slowly day by day, But the end is approaching, and it is out of my hands, Hopefully I will reach my climax, Hopefully I will be able to draw my conclusions, Until then … All I can do is just turn the page

— Morris R. Gates

She lit wildfires inside my soul and fanned them with hurricanes.

— Morris R. Gates

To yearn of the faithful The call of the wild Two conflicting worlds collide Steadfast in a world spiraling out of control. One foot to the earphone head in the clouds

— Morris R. Gates

We should not look for more in others, Rather find more within ourselves

— Morris R. Gates