My Dedication to Independence

Clinging acid traced words
Gather sitting on over glorified fame
Mix in serpentine eyes beholding beauty
And you have poetic shame

Rejection often comes
To those who think differently
Independent minds only cherished
When they are dead and gone
Spirits wondering the archives
Of current mob cultured years

Fact becomes underground truth
Where those without deserved attention
Hide from the mass minded bullies
Who swat away untamed words

Oh, To the unseen
Ink those words around
Do it all for your own self pleasing accomplishments
Don’t let the critics tear you down
They only go with who they know
Or like, Or what palates their unoriginal tastes

No one expresses themselves terribly
Unless purposely done
Keep the magic rolling
Your pen is the wand of free open paradise
Crying to travel uncharted adventures

Oh, Our blood, Our Pens
Imprint our own legacies
Thus we shall never have an end

With our words
We shall always be free



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
6/16/09