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Here are some poems from the heart, some are about prison and some are about pain, but hey you can't cry forever....so some are about life, love and laughter. Remember truth is love.

About the Author

I grew up on a poor council estate with two brothers and on sister. It was only two bedrooms, so things were tight. At the age of 11 my mum left me which still affects me today. His dad was a carpet fitter so he didn't bother doing exams and at 15 he was fitting carpets. At the age of 18 he was earning £700 a week "man's money" so he got my flat, mortgage, INS the lot, it was then that he met my Alison. She moved in and one year later to his shock he found out she had a one year old boy "Tommy". After his shock he pulled his self together and got a lawyer and won custody of him. Why she lied he still don't know to this day. When Tommy was five, Josh was born and that's when everything got weird, Alison decided to sleep with Josh, in fact they did everything together. She encouraged Josh to call me "Diesel" not dad. Diesel was the dirty train from Thomas the tank engine. Only God knows why she did that.

Let's skip forward to 2004; now Josh is 14, Tom is 17. his working all hours in my carpet shop, earning great money. Alison's swan-in about never worried in her life. Josh and Tom have had a good school life, never been told off, in fact his never heard them swear. No police have ever been to there home. From the outside there looked like the perfect family, but really he was sleeping on his own. The kids call him and his wife's room "dad's room" his never seen Josh in his school uniform. Mum and Josh said that he wasn't allowed. Also he has never got the chance to see Josh or Tom in any school plays or open days. She used to make up excuses or say "I did tell you about it" but she never did. Alison was obsessed by money, posh holidays, mod cons etc. She would never kiss me, touch him or cook for him, but yet the house was spotless...it was mad!


And then one dark day, they had an argument, same old thing, but this time she just started screaming "ha-ha he's hitting me, he's hurting me", this woke up the kids, and then she phoned the police. he got arrested for common assault. he went to court and got bail, but part of the bail condition was not to go home, but he missed his kids so much, one night he went home and sneaked in, went upstairs and kissed his little boy once, wiped the sweat off his brow and left. As he left the curtain twitched, she had seen him, the next day; he was in Belmarsh prison, walking around the yard with murderers and terrorists....crazy huh! He spent a week inside that time, that's when he had his first nervous breakdown. The following month, led too much more of the same. You see, once she learnt how to put him inside, she did it all the time, walking on his road meant prison, phoning up meant prison, Sending a letter home meant prison.