You were not the one for me.

Early Poetry.

First attempt at some sorta rap :p Unleashed my anger & hatred.

A little dog that brought much Joy to our Lives.

Heart, Soul and Mind, offer us the ingredients whereby life can be enriching.

In this mind,
I am confined.

This poem describes that feeling when the world becomes to much and has turned who you are into your enemy.

Alex vs. Angel.

From time to time, history repeats itself, as it records tyrants who entrench themselves in power, overwhelming and destroying freedom, as if they own the souls of those that they continue to oppress.

Draw Your Own Conclusion (Gentleman is spelled correctly)…