Round Rumpus Rocks appearing on a hill They’re moving in the distance then standing very still As sure as day they’re munching and chewing on the grass and there’s a little bird sitting on the black one’s… rear end. Like…
Poem: To Have A FOCUS
by Jonathan Kraft Written May, 2005 To have a FOCUS Means to realize that there’s a Future Opportunity Coming Up Soon There is no need to chase what I can attract If I listen through the tick tock of the…
Poem: The Spider In The Scale
It is May 2, 1996 and Jonathan is 16 The Spider In The Scale by Jonathan Kraft We have a spider that lives in our scale, I see him every now and then. He pops out as I enter the…
Poem: Be Sure To Bring Some Time With You
Written in 1999, based on something a German exchange student said to Jonathan the night before her flight left: “When you come to visit, be sure to bring some time with you.” by Jonathan Kraft I lie awake tonight thinking…
Poem: There Is A New Light (At The Stoplight)
There Is A New Light by Jonathan Kraft There is a new light at the stoplight A blinding beast of a thing. A reminder to all Postman may come to call and bring a most unwelcome thing The eye of…
The Complex World We Live In: Analytics Alone
Travel backward 10 years. When traveling through time, it’s easy to see how much more complex our world has become, especially for small to medium sized businesses.
Poem: Is Everybody Else?
It is April 25, 1997 and Jonathan is 17 Is Everybody Else? by Jonathan Kraft Is everybody else just like me deep down inside, do they see what I see are they thinking things which I have thought though inside…
Poem: It’s My Heart
It is April 1998 and Jonathan is 18 It’s my heart It’s my soul So I dare to live what it takes to live it out full? What does it mean? What life I lead Where am I carried Why…
Ye Olde English Pub
Where does Ye (as in “let’s travel to Ye Olde English Pub”) come from? I found this absolutely fascinating:
Poem: The Life-Givers
The life-Givers by Jonathan Kraft We are the life givers. Our lives are simple miracles, and because we know this fact, we choose to be miracles unconsciously. The love we give — we know will return to us; in some…