a poem about being frustrated  with political schemes, personal aspirations and the pushed agenda that we are all so different to each other.

Until Then

6 Years ago this month I lost the man that helped shape me into who I 'am. I was lucky.. I was fortunate to have a father like the one I had. I miss you greatly, I wrote you a letter..

Dear Dad

simply not allowing anything or anyone stop you from what you're doing in your life. 

Not Even

You've got to keep moving and stay motivated. At the time I lived where I'd walk over to my best friends house and walk home. I was having a hard time with some things.. then it hit me. My existence will be written by my persistence.

The Walk Home

N.G.N.M

This is a mix of 13 years of my poetry. It follows the narrative of me falling in love, and subsequently out of love. There are all sorts of other personal moments. As always recorded by my dear friend E_B_A, and produced as well.

Fox, Not The Hound