Philosophy of Poverty

Done to a lighter style of Allen Ginsberg (opening lines as well), with the style and choppiness, uneven pace that shines through the poem. It's about poverty and being good to each other.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, 

Drug-induced shells, starving, shouting at skies, screaming of demons destroying their homes and their brains. 

Beatings, distant screams, while a piece of my self tore...

As my mind, like the streets, became littered, littered with pain.

I've heard stories, heard hopes, for all of this to somehow change.

Under the orange skies, I've ate, in a state of homeless,

Catching food from the lake.

Rain pouring, thunders pounded, lighting up this summer sky.

I've stolen alcohol induced laughs with brass and burnouts alike,

As I've traveled this free zone trade, I've found faces in pain, only looking for a home to claim.

As I lay here under this revolving sky, I'm listening for the hum of life, 

Wandering out there, out in the wastes,

I'm hoping someday to find a way,

For each of you,

To help my fellow brotheren through their walk of life.

Because I've seen it, our generation, some silently suffering in pain,

hoping to find the words, a method to keep this evil at bay.

 

So for you, for all,

I'm trying to remember all the faces, the names of this silent generation. 

But the truth is, more often then not, I've hoped against all odds, 

That scattered somewhere among those abandoned sites,

Didn't hold.

Couldn't hold, 

a life, living, among those remains.

But the truth is evident, and the signs are there,

I've been fortunate to never be your shoes, 

And I'm saddened I cannot, could not assist you all suffering in this silent shame.

I studying, learning, and trying to find a way.

But the rest or you, heed this confession, offer a prayer,

A shred of compassion, 

And never fashion "these people" image, 

Into someone something to blame.

For there were always be the poor in the land. Therefore be openhanded towards your brother, 

Towards the needy of your land.

Because among those buildings, abandoned, condemned to not be found.  

Hope is gone, but it's our job not to let it be gone for long. 

Do good, be good, and share kindness to the world. 

For life should not, cannot, 

Less then a moment of bliss, for them, and all you.