Pigeon Project 1

I fly across the sky like a wizard
To analyse this project for some gain
I hear voices that are confuted
I hear stories that are muted
In the remix of emotions
In the conundrum of disorders
I see tears pouring
I see hearts sinking
For love, I look into the heart
For hope, I peek into the soul
I land on the tree none the wiser
To analyse that project in vain

The pigeon project - 2

I have been scratching my head because my project has not been constructive so far. So I am meditating and am also restless at the same time with fleas swimming in my feathers.

Notwithstanding the complexity, I welcome the nocturnal species who have made a lot of resting place are treetops too - most of them are complaining about how little scraps they get these days and how much competition there is ..well, peck, peck and peck away...welcome to the time machine.

I have a lot of homework to do. I have read little but encountered much about my kind and of course, very little of the humans who - and please excuse me - all wish to feel good and then imagine that hope and the positiveness will somehow provide salvation. Despite this approach, they inevitability know in their cold psyche that their world is not the reality.

So I hop from one branch...