A poem about good intentions sometimes squandered. A chronicle of imperfect plans.

A haiku du jour.

Nothing is Perfection.

"Flawed" is too broad a term to express the colorful spectrum of my imperfection.

23) Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror 24) and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. 25) But the man who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it—he will be blessed in what he does. (James 1:23-25)

Self Improvement.

A look at the world from the look mankind in its most purest form.

Some people crave constant attention.

A poem about skinned knees and good intentions.

Sometimes, every time I do something wrong, I mean, really wrong, I always reassure myself, I’m only being human…