"No, this
isn’t Poetry, It’s just memories in rhymes. Memoires of a man undead, and
stories of his crimes."
I
wrote that ten years ago. I wrote it when I wrote basically anything that came
into my head. You see,
this isn’t about anything other than trying to
understand. Some people keep diaries, some people had great memories. I don’t
have either. What I do have is a need to clear the confusion of the events that
happen to me.
So
what I do is write them down as rymes. Collect them, look back on them. And that
is why Ernest Goodheart is the name of this website.
Ernest isn’t me, he isn’t anybody. But he represents everyone. Because
everybody goes through tough times in their life. The danger that comes with
these challenges, is not being able to grasp them, deal with them, move on from
them.
There
are many people that can brush things off, move on. But a lot of people,
including myself, tend to bottle things up, and as it boils inside what will
happen is you
I
don’t expect you to judge what is here, I don’t expect you to like or think
that what is on this Website is of any value to literature at all. But I do hope
you can respect, that just like Ernest, I am trying to learn from my life and
mistakes and in doing so, maybe giving someone else and idea of on how to cope
with theirs.
Shane
Ferguson
November 2007