Dreaming of a Future Legacy

Will there be a third?


Oh, How I try living a legacy
So it can be passed on
Yet, Alone ever so cluttered
Heart on empty
Who will fill it up?

Looking around
Seeing families everywhere
Fathers even younger
Than me

What have I done wrong?
Time keeps passing by
Want to give out knowledge
To a bright little mind

Making their life much better
Much better than mine
Doing my best
To teach life lessons
And morals so strong and wise

Oh, I wish I could foresee clearly
A legacy I could help grow
But it’s getting late
Must act now
But with one small step at a time

For now I keep wondering
Will there be a third?

If not
Any kind of legacy I could pass
I will with great honor accept

Just want a future
Of love, Growth and beyond

Will I ever have a family of my own?



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/29/09

Haunted Release By Love's Salvation

Held dormant within
This heart wanting out
Haunted by the past
By words ever so silent

Oh, Spooked by rejection
“You are not my type” gets very old
Always respect decisions
Just feeling left out in the cold

Oh, How I want to feel love
Fulfillment within this sensitive heart
Clarity amongst serenity
Abased with amassed spiritual art
While feeling the warmth of utter completion

Ah, Here comes a Dousing rod of hope

Ah, Hand to hand our hearts
Dancing eccentric dances
Climbing to the rays of our minds
Lighting our very souls
With a love so philanthropically designed
By free roaming continual sparks
Affirmation of our lives electrically anew

Come to me beautiful Necromancer
Open this trapped spirit existence
Look inside my portal eyes
And see a future
Rather uplifting

Make me come alive
Respect this flesh
Let us be eternal in our love
And together we shall make music
As this dark silhouette becomes existent
Seizing relaxation of greater harmony

Then let us sing our hearts in love’s
musical everlasting embarking cue

Oh, My love
If you look beyond my flesh
There is a multi dimensional portal
These eyes dug open to build strong
That shall always belong to you

Come inside
Our love can be forever cherished
By eternal reverence
In our own personalized salvation

Yes, Let us prove dreams do come true


And know it is you
This is dedicated to

And know
You are the one
Who has been my haunted release


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/27/09

Tears of Endured Motioned Emotions

Suicidal, In the eyes of decay
A dozen gray roses
Plant the seeds
Of an early grave

Crying rivers
Till this face bones dry
Deserted emotions
Above this pride

Nothing wrong
Just want to dive

Buried in deep
By the icy sands of despair
Cold shoulders
Frigid frolicking care

Alive by death
Empty plot
Black mass misery slowly rots
All in knowing
Love is barely becoming real

Way too passionate
For this very world
A hopeless romantic
Overly carefully modest and sincere

So scared
Never want to die
No more mind dent dwelling
Cannot give up

Suicidal, Only to negative thoughts
Feverishly trying to live
One day at a time

Again. Another moment
Where I arise from the grave

Oh, This heart
Is the very harp
I will let you strum

Yet, Give me a sign
To let it be known
You want to be the one
For me, So I can be
The one for you

In return
I shall do my best
To give you everything
You have ever desired

Dedicated, To every dream that could come true

Open me
So I can open you


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/20/09

Decomposed Reality

Functioning ever so flustering
To these emotions melting by
Stung by invisible tears of sorrow
Words inspired by fast blinking charm
Awaiting the all familiar silent goodbye

Feeling such vehement of disgust
Mirrors unreflective
Mind feeling objective
Cannot fly south
Oh, How cataclysmic is this day?

Skies gray, Clouds black
Rain pouring, Cold hot icy wind scorning
Oh, This existence
I want it back

Too late
Funeral within
Here I am
Dead as an unfulfilled man

No magic pill ever existed
Misunderstood, Shy, Ever so quiet
Laying under this unmarked grave
In a realm where words are created
To make unpleasant sounds

Wake up!
It was only a nightmare

Oh, How it is said dreams can come true
If that is the case
Can nightmares too?

Perhaps there is no such thing as wonderland



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/17/09

A Stranger's Reflection

I, A stranger
Looking around
Around a world
Where everyone
Recognizes each other
United in their own merrily craft

Where they all supply great support
In the essence of what they love
Smiling ear to ear in rejoice

Oh, This stranger, I
Crying diligently within
Suffocated with no answers
Dumbfounded by emptiness
Living in a world
So different from what I am

Looking up to the skies, I
Screaming inside “What have I done?”
Falling, Crashing, Laying down
Dreaming of a paradise
Where everyone is happily in peace
Even truly yours, Yours truly

Yet, I, In this paradox
Clueless and befuddled
Confused, So confused
Really in deep thought
Wondering, “Am I good enough?”

Oh, This sad event
Has no answer
But what it does give me
Is toughness, Motivation
As I must fight
And fight to make myself become heard

As this mind spins
I must take flight
Making this world smaller
So my confidence can ignite

I must become noticed
Even if I have to scream
My existence to this very world

Oh, This heart it pumps hard
For I need to roam
Farther, Farther away
Beyond this lonely existence

Can no longer be a stranger
Must venture out
Tearing all negative thoughts apart

No matter what
Even if I am not accepted
I can at the least never except myself

And realize
There are those who do notice me
And I thank them
With all of my heart

Yet, Why are most of them so far away?


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/16/09

Theme of Life's Reflection

Look at them
Riding on their golden gondola
Down a steady happy canal
Unified in utter rejoice

Look at me
Riding on my skeletal gondola
Down a foggy mournful canal
Vanquished in utter solitude

Past, Where were you?
Swallowed by fearful regrets?
Missing the various excitement
That life flows out?

Ok, Think hard and fast forward

Here I sit
Trying and trying
Pondering and pondering
This very life’s quality

Stuck in-between happiness and misery
Doing all my best
To color all of this thought decayed thesis
Pertaining into
A life worthy of living

Oh, Now I realize
I can ride the golden gondola
But, Also the skeletal gondola as well
It’s all a fulfilled venture
Into a coexistent realm
Where every last feeling runs vast

Where Golden Eagles and Skeletal Vultures form
Flying, Loving and living on strong
Singing fates most exhilarating eccentric songs
As Harps and Organs
Play the night away

Everlasting Love
I dream it to come true

Do you?

Come and tell me

My very heart is open
It’s wide open
Come on through
And always know
It belongs to you



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/9/09

This Message Louder than this Poem

I am not perfect
But, If I was
I would probably detest myself
In a fabricated kind of way, Like Hollywood!

Oh, How I have been told
All would be better if I psychically changed
Everything on the outside
No worries if I became shallow and dull within

No, I am not ideal
What is ideal anyways?
A farce, A fairytale
Something fictional
Perhaps Peter Pan on steroids?

And also, I would like to admit
I hate flashy things
Not photogenic
My pose currently struck in vain

Cannot help it, Just not a model

Oh, Don’t have a lot of money as well
But that does not buy happiness
I would enjoy being very comfortable I do admit
But, I would never buy love
That would just make me a lowly pimp

So put away meaningless expectations
And fly into this heart
Feel the surge of this soul
And reach so very high
As you can call this existence home

Oh, Just accept me for who I am
Sick of being judged from only the outside
Fixing all personal problems on my own

All in the feeling of my own health living future

And in ending just know
This very message
Is louder than this poem



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/6/09

Confused into a Deathly Alienation

I’m yelling
Can you hear me?

Into this void called loneliness
Succumb deeds abundance
Filling this plot with alienation
With a silent dirge soiled termination

Death, Till Death
The undertaking playing it’s part
Heart marinated into sickness
Disemboweled mental penetrations
You may now scythe me apart

Married into rejection
Wearing this, This ring of decay
Confused, Utter desolation
As this mind it lives
Locked in it’s festering emptiness

This skin cold
Heart held on an icing hold
Emotions forsaken
Ignored to never be heard from again

But that is ok
Who is next to take me for granted?

Crucified by love
On a fiery pentagram
Spinning every which way

My voice is gone
Yelled way too much
But you never heard me
So it does not matter anymore

Giving up?, Maybe, Perhaps?

Why does love discriminate?



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/3/09