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As the title may suggest this is my journey, a pathway from chaos to order told through poetry.  It’s an exciting, affecting, and meaningful story.  An interesting read for anyone to enjoy. I also believe it has the power to encourage anyone who is trying to find their place in the world, who may be lost searching for meaning, a story with answers to a better life.

The journey begins with chapter 1 ‘Ill Fated Energy’ written about episodes of mental confusion, mania and breakdowns. ‘Seeing Death’ describes a suicide attempt. For a time, I was what I can only describe myself as a street urchin, living a crazy life. If I wasn’t ‘fucking, thieving or fighting’, as was our saying, I was in prison and going nowhere very quickly as described in ‘Troublesome’ chapter 2.

Chapter 3, ‘Penetrating Words’ I’m trying to understand the opposite sex with lust, heartbreak, and betrayal.

I start to listen to my conscience in Chapter 4 ‘Winds of Change’ as my soul cried out for meaning. I plead with God to enter my life and He pushes me to seek out answers, looking where I least wanted to look, at myself.  From this, I found therapy, one of the toughest battles I’ve been through. However, also the most rewarding. Much of this chapter reflects on my therapeutic process. The poem ‘Thy Will be Done’ is written to my daughter which I wrote after one tough session.  During therapy I felt the chains coming off one by one with each session. ‘Wild Winds’ is written about my therapist Dr. Melany Ball, and where I was as we departed ways.

‘Into the Light’ the 5th and final chapter, where it all starts falling together, and I share the answers to my deepest questions.  I also find true love with a tall blonde, who looked at me twice and inspired me in abundance to write of falling in love and the answers to transformation. Finally, I could not have been able to write this book or face my problems without reading 12 RULES FOR LIFE by Dr. Jordan B. Peterson and A MANS SEARCH FOR MEANING by Dr. Viktor E. Frankl.  I thank God for their wisdom, care, and encouragement.  Thank you and enjoy, K.L. Smith.

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I’m Free

My reality, I submit onto the spirit
as feelings form into tears
with each tear I taste
I realize again faith is sufficient.

It's difficult to accept matters of this world
flesh will more than condemn
hope slides seeming all to to be lost.

His blood again has cleansed me
spirit lead me where I need to stand
raindrops become my rhythm
this world can keep its merry band.

Through his painful attacks
my arms reached out in praise
I need not a silver cloud
nor even the wings of an angel
to remind me who I serve to know
whom is my Lord.

He was flogged and tortured.
He carried His cross.
His blood shed for me
I’m not imprisoned by guilt
but through his love like the truth
I'm free.

Carrots For Theo

There's a boy I know called Theo.
He's strong, with a roar like lion called Leo.

His Mummy made dinner with lots of carrots - Theo got mad.
And said some things which made her sad.

He later calmed, said "sorry Mummy",
"but those carrots, aren't going in my tummy".

"I'm a lion, all I want upon my plate.
Sausage 'N' Chips, and juicy steak".

"So stop repeating like a parrot.
Feed my brother with your carrot".

"His name is Reg, he loves his veg".
But I do not! I'd rather eat his snot".

"When Daddy gets back, from the pub.
He will bring back proper grub".

"Chicken 'N' Chips, in him I'm trusting.
as those carrots you've made, are bloody disgusting".

Oasis, live’25

‘Hello’ ‘Hello’… It was good to see them back.

I left apart of me there. Or did I bring something it back?
Lost or found? In the immersion, of 1st, to 6th track.

She said ‘Don’t believe the truth’. I said ‘Definitely’, you said ‘Maybe’.
There was that little look, then it got a bit crazy.

Now I don’t know if we need each other.
But in that bucket hat and them shades. I believe in you brother.

As they all sup, sniff, and bounce, it was all ‘whatever’.
Though I know these feelings, theses words…

Will live for fuckin ever!

And O’ how I wish she was here, to dance and sing a song with me.
But not one from ‘let it be’. Though nonetheless, ‘stand by me’.

Still, then and now…

We see things they’ll never see!


Her

She tells the lies of the Marxist
with satan in her heart.

A critic of everything, except her
own resentment.

She blows into the fire, summoning up
the darkness.

She sings only to the lost, while they write poetry
to the demonic.

She usurps, mocks, and curses. The white singes
and smokes ’til it turns black.

She lap dances for the unclean, she sucks but like
her pride she does not swallow.

He was shot through the throat! His voice got louder,
proliferating throughout Christendom!

Her voice will die with her, but not before her soul!

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Just the prayers of the saints that holds the kingdom together.                                Though it’s brewing. In the churches and pubs, as willow strikes the leather.





The spark lit the Sandgrounders voice, then roared the whispers of a nation.            In the raging storm through the fiery furness, a glimmer for the fearless lies at the next station. 





In this once proud Christian land, in the heat we remember. A feeling only a cry can describe.                                                                                                                                   It’s not a dream, this is our country, it’s a will to survive.                               





We’ll march on the capitol remembering every lie, masks down, banners high. The streets will thunder the Cross will fly.





 The King will cry into his prayer mat, the crown on his head will tremble.              Our master Starmer their slave, this ain’t a grain in the sand, Tommy can assemble.