These two poems, I wrote from entirely different perspectives. The first poem, is my vehement hatred, of the seedy gutters of the "Valley", in the city of my birth. Having been in active addiction for many years, the lowest point of my life, was in "Brunswick Street", when I finally saw things for what they really were. And my compassion and deep sadness, for those, I sometimes shared meals with, the lost children of the streets, society's forgotten.
The second poem is my own cry, in this poem, as in all, are my true, raw and at times unedited feelings.
I have had no idea, I could write, to me, this is my therapy. An open expression of what goes on for me.
Capitalism or Waste?
All were born clean
Never part of the scene
Society the backdrop
Someone else's dream
Rules and regulations, pages by the ream
Horrors in every city, an undergrowth of mean
Dirty, filthy talons, barbs on every door
Fix your life to ruin, Satan's foul scorn
Young lives thrown in gutters
Children all deceived
Cash cows led to market
Families left to mourn K.Andrew 12/9/09
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Compassion, a PrayerO' my Lord, my God, I need confession
I stand before Thee, with my new mission
To save myself, I must save others
To help my friends and their mothers
Forgiveness, for You, must come easily
But for me, I find difficulty
The thing I suffer from the most
My humanity, of which, You host
Walking in Your blessed Sons' steps
Is something in this life I have not prepped
Compassion it seems eludes me
God, please, alleviate me
Pain is in the hearts of many
Not but least my family
Place their burdens upon me
Let them suffer not, even silently
Grant them peace, love and tranquility
Only You can do this, so eloquently
Help me to overcome ego
Lead me O' Lord, so I may follow
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K.Andrew. 30/9/09
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