My name is Vince but I'm known as the Joka, I'm 5'9, 149lbs, brown hair hazel eyes..I am a quiet person until I feel the need to talk!. I am currently residing in a place you do not want to go because the government does not care about you at all but the money they get from being able to set you up, make you struggle, and just not want to be here anymore. The cops are crooked and the judges in the judicial system so it is a lose lose situation any way that you look at it. This place is known as Ocala, Florida. I do not recommend you coming here to visit at all because you will be discouraged. I plan on moving soon and opening my own business dealing with high performance motorcycles. Once again for your own safety and the safety of your family DO NOT COME TO OCALA FLORIDA!!Have a great one!

Days are dark and the nights are cold
She said write positive but it is not in my soul
I try to walk with my head held high
But I get leveled every time
I know things are not like they were recently
I had reasons to smile, laugh, and be happy
Something changed along the way
Threw me for a loop and left me in dismay
Ripped me open and left me to decay
I played it off like it was ok
Outside is life while the inside is death
I’ll just wait patiently for that final breath
That final push to send me off
To peace, tranquility, and endless love
In alone I came and out alone I shall go
Yep that is me, just another empty soul


This is one of my most recent poems I have written. More will come if I get feedback on this one!

Empty shell cases on the floor
Bloody hand prints on the door
He fought his captors but did not win
His moral values sucked into sin
Voices in the background of his mind
Telling him to do it, it is time
Does he listen or ignore
Darkness surrounding him and nothing more
He pulled the gun out of the case
Put on gloves and a mask over his face
Grabbed his coat and jumped in the car
His destination was not too far
He thought about it until the choice was made
Cocked his hammer back and commenced to spray
Bullets flying in all directions
Giving people deadly lead infections
A bullet from his gun ricocheted
Hit a wall and sent him to his grave
If he did not listen to the voices
He would not have made such deadly choices
Now on his back he eternally lay
Never able to correct his mistakes
A lost and twisted soul was he
Now just a vague memory