The Bleeding Heart and the Shackled Soul

About the Book

I decided to pick up the pen for the first time ever in my life October 4^th 2008.  I had so many thoughts oozing out of my overflowing mind, I was never the type of person to express my emotions toward anyone or anything, so I decided to lye them down on paper instead of keeping them confined.  I began to share my writing with a select few, who in turn told me they were sure I wasn't the only one with these thoughts and suggested I read my work at a coffee house on open mic night.  I was extremely hesitant, mainly caused by the fear of the unknown but I figured what do I have to lose.  Much to my surprise the range of ages and class of people who were relating to my work simply blew me away.  Numerous people complimented me and told me that I speak of things that so many people feel but are to afraid to express out of fear of what their peers might think of them.  It sent a warm quiver down my spine and put a huge smile on my face, especially since I always hated people and could care less what they thought.  After a while I figured if I'm receiving all this positive feedback from a small amount of people maybe it was time I shared my internal thoughts with the rest of the world.  I chose to gather and put together this book which contains 141 of my poems ranging from love, hate, sorrow, faith, impurity, and the misfortunes that are derived through the coarse of time.  I can guarantee that by the time you read through this book you will definitely either have been emotionally, spiritually, or psychologically captivated.

About the Author

February 14, 1974 he was cast into a world of beauty and promise.  Growing up he was always a restless soul who couldn't be controlled, he did what he wanted when he wanted without compromise.  He was a highly energetic and positive minded person who easily strived at anything he decided to take on in life and wielded a charm that could easily manipulate any person or situation to his advantage.  Slowly but surely it wasn't long before the fortress of walls were built around him, only allowing in the lesser end of humanity to help fill his hollow heart and soul with agony and misfortune.  The only thing that mattered was how he was going to be able to cloud the thoughts that were invading his unguarded mind.  There was no longer any beauty or promise, only an ugly hate toward himself, everybody and everything, trampling over anything worth living for.  In dire need of a newfound strength and will, he reached up to the God he believed was hiding behind the clouds to ask for his assistance to begin the deconstruction of the massive walls he had hidden behind for the longest time.  As he was beginning to regain sight of a world left outside his confined space, he realized his perception of life had become so distorted he didn't know where to begin and the fear of the unknown was beginning to complicate what it was that he needed to do, he was beginning to give up on himself.  It wasn't until God had placed certain individuals into his life who were able to plants seeds of hope and faith into the tainted soil of his mind that a growth and a willingness to persevere at life began to rise from within his heart and soul.