A poem is but a thought, a mere memory caught at play. From hand onto paper, bleeding thoughts emerge.

A single man of one, only pebbles can be moved, but many men together, stands no mountain that can't move.

Friendship reaches well above all currency.

A positive attitude, can turn a storm into a sprinkle.

It doesn't matter which side of the tracks your from, the train still rolls the same.

A poem is but a thought, a mere memory caught at play. From hand onto paper, bleeding thoughts emerge.

We are the true architects of our lives. Only we as individuals and individuals alone, carry within us, the inner ability to make any changes to it's blue prints.