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

Life isn't all about what you don't have, but yet, what you do with what you have been given.

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

Never take more out of life, than you intend to give back.

Hands of time move us forward, never back. Only memories frozen in mind, can we re-enact.

As a disabled man, let my life be a reflection of the endless amount of ability that exists in each and everyone of us.

Success is measured simply by the amount of effort we put forth, in conquering our objectives.