Never letting things
Come the way, they go
Always pushing, rushing
Never looking at all the facts
Never setting a pace.
Well never a slow pace.
Love's not blinded
It just knows not to look
yet those who do are
nothing but a saddened
Open Book
This is the start to the transcription of a book of poetry I wrote almost 20 years ago. None of these relationships are a part of my current life, this was a dark time of searching for who I was. I didn't know God, I didn't understand family. I was not aware of the power of words or the shape they take on the earth. Names have been omitted to protect the innocent and the guilty, the rest of the words are dictated just the way they were wrote to keep the eternalised value of their truths from the eyes of their author, uprooted from his family home and trying to find his way in a broken new world.
Welcome to the journey that shaped my world through every motion a broken youth has at their fingertips before I became the father to 10, 60% fully covered in tattoos, a business owner, a home owner, the holder of a bachelors degree, a 15% annual income donator and the grower of a 14 inch beard
