NEW POEM - "Affecting My City - The Prequel"

Hey Everybody,

I'm up late working, but I wanted to drop off a continuation of "Affecting My City" as promised. Funny part is, I am actually posting what I have called the prequel, since it was written before the recent post and transitions smooth into the present.

As those of you close to me know, I'm putting major work this month, but I know that it'll pay off. And besides, this is my favorite time of year (despite the weather). Keep me in your thoughts as I work to press the towards the final steps towards completion for the book.

As usual, leave me some feedback, spread the word, and be ready for what's to come! Peace and be blessed!

Affecting My City - The Prequel

From a place where hope is little
Which is why I left
In an effort to get it all right
Fiends up all night
Looking for the next hit to make things all right
Lights illuminating city streets
People lurking in shadows
Babies crying, covered in dirty sheets
Wearing clothes that remain laced with filth
People with absent consciences
Never riddled with guilt
With survival prioritized at the top
Being constantly scrutinized by those at the top
Held down and restrained
Those too weak, fell down into the flames
Finally at some level of peace
Marked with a stone slab with no name
Proof that the rich do get richer
And the poor stays stuck in the ring
A cycle that is a permanent sting
People subject to mere peasantry
With no hopes of ever being a king
Or any other respected societal figure
Through all of this, I’m trying to figure
How this scenario can be ceased
Burdening load removed or at least eased
An antidote to this inherent social disease
But nothing’ll change
Until this thinking is done by some more other than me
Willing to affect my city
By any and all means…

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Affecting My City - Part One"

Good morning,

Thanks for stopping by. I hope that eveyone had a great Thanksgiving holiday and that you survived the shopping over this past weekend. I know that I am still recovering myself. Today I am posting part one of a new poem that I have written called "Affecting My City". I think that this piece will really connect with those who have grown up in cities, like myself, and have seen the best and the worst of everyday life, but want to see things get better.

I hope to have part two of this poem up in the coming days, because as I am writing this, it is becoming more dear to my heart since I can almost literally see the things that I am saying right before my eyes as I write it. The words for me literally flowed on this one, with no stopping involved. Please feel free to drop me a line and share your thoughts on it, maybe even some ideas for the sequel. Thank you and be blessed!

Affecting My City

Affecting my city
Bringing light to the dark
Revving up my engine to drive
Ignite the fire by just a spark
Causing me to trail blaze
Convincing people to change ways
Transforming from the old to the new
Not simply relying on just what they knew
Only if they knew
Or took hints from the predecessors
Since their ways didn’t work
Gotta come up with something better
Be more committed than fair-weather
Pressing on through the good, bad, and otherwise
The will to survive and thrive-
The differentiator between some and other guys
Finally opening up closed and others’ eyes
Letting the revelation set in
City dwellers beating all odds
Outsiders suffer losses for opposing and betting
And things get better for those trying to get in
Reality’s no longer the accepting setting
Dreams are the preferred space and time
With less people facing time
Mom and Dad in the house at the same time
Less weed and pill-stained minds
People in buildings developing and elevating minds
Becoming slower to produce their mini-me’s
First giving the inner-self the needed upgrades
Providing justification for future many “me”s
Right now so many are slow to see
Eyes closed to the facts
Accepting their life on circumstances known to be
Complacency showers and the multitude become lax
And now they even more lack
In both the physical and the spiritual
Taking the proverbial well running dry
Now making it literal
So they need to be refilled
Not relying on quick fixes and cheap thrills
Rather, looking over the long run
Opting for the wise moves
Rather than making the wrong ones
Getting it right before it’s all done...

-W.A. Gordon