Making the world a better place, one contact at a time
Creeping slowly on The sand falls down grain by grain Until none is left
Soul Doc
Power is the excuse weak People use to fight And to hurt each other
Ink on paper Words become poems or do poems Become words and ink in pen?
Reflecting on pond Backward bird flies through the floor Ladybug crawls on leaf
Knowing and not knowing Are only a syllable Apart
If a project starts But ends not where intended Has it still been completed Or is it not yet done?
Swimming in its bowl The goldfish never knows The taste of free waters
From the heart I speak Yet the only recognition Is these three lines
Projects pile higher Resolution far away Still I push forward
for each fallen drop a message from above falls onto closed minds
