Seizing dreamy eyes
In the warmness of my heart
Feeling the solacing sun rise
As it beams across this cerebral smile
Ah, Dream Woman
Angel of desire
Sunshine eloping
Amongst natures nostalgic settings
Sentimental even in slumber
These fantasies never need be wakened
I love you
So earnest you are
Never fixated with attention
Honest as can be
Always speaking your mind
Never lending it for an egotistical fee
Strong Woman
Willpower so surreal
Amazing free gliding heart
Pumping to the sounds of the Heavens
As Angel’s fly around in cordial massing harmony
Safe, So safe
Only in these dreams
Warping nexus of grace
As if all time stands still
For greater moments ahead
Oh. Dream Woman
Angel of desire
Grab a hold of me
And lift me into the stars
Take me away
Far away from reality
Where dreams never fade away
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/29/10
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Book of a Macabre Liaison
Voyeurs not readers
Worshipping skin
Of where lust begins
Stuck in-between pages
As hormones rage on
Against the grain of aspiration
Cataclysmic art
Beware of the disease foddering mold
Desperate for attention
For those without a thought of their own
Ah, A book of flesh created
Published with devious blood
Demonized to the public
By seedy eyes
Planting walking euthanasia
Oh, Do you see it?
The line to mental collapse adorations
Peer to the front
And see how pathetic they look
Captured by the seduction of lust
They saw the cover
Already made up their minds
Worshipped without reading
Only to become the portal
To a realm of a new pandemic suffrage
Aligned to the list that corrosively binds
Now they are each dying word
For those who can now read their demise
As the ink is made of genocide
Swallowed by the fiery hour glass of eternity
Their pain extends
Beyond what our own imaginations
Could ever defy
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/28/10
Worshipping skin
Of where lust begins
Stuck in-between pages
As hormones rage on
Against the grain of aspiration
Cataclysmic art
Beware of the disease foddering mold
Desperate for attention
For those without a thought of their own
Ah, A book of flesh created
Published with devious blood
Demonized to the public
By seedy eyes
Planting walking euthanasia
Oh, Do you see it?
The line to mental collapse adorations
Peer to the front
And see how pathetic they look
Captured by the seduction of lust
They saw the cover
Already made up their minds
Worshipped without reading
Only to become the portal
To a realm of a new pandemic suffrage
Aligned to the list that corrosively binds
Now they are each dying word
For those who can now read their demise
As the ink is made of genocide
Swallowed by the fiery hour glass of eternity
Their pain extends
Beyond what our own imaginations
Could ever defy
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/28/10
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Little Girl
I can see through you, Little Girl
And your deceiving lies
The ego line you embellish
To feed your overindulgent pride
Ah, All the guys turn to sheep
Enchanted with their lustful eyes
Only thinking of one thing, Sex
But you know that
And use it against them
As the biggest kiss ups win
When you tell them to jump
As they ask how high?
It’s pathetic, Sad really
As your shallowness shines
Upon a one cent ego trip
Made by the virtue of your unbridled eyes
You raped it
All true respect real people give
Now look at you
Not grown up, But growing down
In a world where you play make believe
Ah, Same fake faces. Same ego trips
There is no such thing as reality
In this fictional fantasy world you live in
Still, I know deep down
There is still real love deep inside you
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/27/10
And your deceiving lies
The ego line you embellish
To feed your overindulgent pride
Ah, All the guys turn to sheep
Enchanted with their lustful eyes
Only thinking of one thing, Sex
But you know that
And use it against them
As the biggest kiss ups win
When you tell them to jump
As they ask how high?
It’s pathetic, Sad really
As your shallowness shines
Upon a one cent ego trip
Made by the virtue of your unbridled eyes
You raped it
All true respect real people give
Now look at you
Not grown up, But growing down
In a world where you play make believe
Ah, Same fake faces. Same ego trips
There is no such thing as reality
In this fictional fantasy world you live in
Still, I know deep down
There is still real love deep inside you
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/27/10
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Vanity's Calamity and it's Markmanship Ways
I took a bullet for love
Straight to the heart
As the shrapnel
Traveled into my mind
I am sick of this line
This ego stroking line
Always behind
Just shows how foolish I can be
Just that I see beauty differently
Even admire it’s flaws and all
Respecting those who rise above it
To truly be who they are
While laying their heart down like a welcome mat
Oh, But in the foul stench of life
There are those
Who rub their fecal feet on that mat
Sniffing the aroma
As if it was Heaven to them
They give the wrong attention
For fictional dreams ahead
So they can enslave them
With their lustful eyes
Hey, Would they give them the time
If they did not find them attractive?
Or if they were poor?
..
In time, We all meet our truth
Finding out the lies we may have lived
But it is those
Who take others down with them
That makes me feel such extreme pain
Yes, I can be sensitive
But at least I can feel
The reality for which is fake
Or what is real
Does my heart count for something?
Ride through it and feel it’s truth
As my mind shall shine
Over your most beautiful soul
Fixing all that is all broken
But first tell me
Do I even exist?
Or am I just a pawn
In your ego stricken life?
Please, Tell me the truth
Love, Where do I stand?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/24/10
Straight to the heart
As the shrapnel
Traveled into my mind
I am sick of this line
This ego stroking line
Always behind
Just shows how foolish I can be
Just that I see beauty differently
Even admire it’s flaws and all
Respecting those who rise above it
To truly be who they are
While laying their heart down like a welcome mat
Oh, But in the foul stench of life
There are those
Who rub their fecal feet on that mat
Sniffing the aroma
As if it was Heaven to them
They give the wrong attention
For fictional dreams ahead
So they can enslave them
With their lustful eyes
Hey, Would they give them the time
If they did not find them attractive?
Or if they were poor?
..
In time, We all meet our truth
Finding out the lies we may have lived
But it is those
Who take others down with them
That makes me feel such extreme pain
Yes, I can be sensitive
But at least I can feel
The reality for which is fake
Or what is real
Does my heart count for something?
Ride through it and feel it’s truth
As my mind shall shine
Over your most beautiful soul
Fixing all that is all broken
But first tell me
Do I even exist?
Or am I just a pawn
In your ego stricken life?
Please, Tell me the truth
Love, Where do I stand?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/24/10
Strolling Through Society's Desolution
Time going by
Feeling alone
Like a restless Ghost
Haunting the daily miles I roam
I can feel the wind
As it hits my face
How can that be?
The dead cannot feel
Ah, Misery sets in
Mind running fast
Stress grows
How long will this last?
“What is my mission in life?”
“I thought I knew
But I was wrong”
Oh, How I give out my heart
With everything I could ever give
Seems never good enough
In this world I supposedly live
Alienated, But I must go on
If not accepted
Must venture even further
In a realm
Where I can feel at peace, Deceased
Life, Why have you forsaken me?
Oh, If only I had wings
But wingless I will go on
Yet, Was I even alive?
Anyone out there?
At least respect that at one time I did exist
I always noticed you, Did they?
What is loyalty anyways?
I thought I knew
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/24/10
Feeling alone
Like a restless Ghost
Haunting the daily miles I roam
I can feel the wind
As it hits my face
How can that be?
The dead cannot feel
Ah, Misery sets in
Mind running fast
Stress grows
How long will this last?
“What is my mission in life?”
“I thought I knew
But I was wrong”
Oh, How I give out my heart
With everything I could ever give
Seems never good enough
In this world I supposedly live
Alienated, But I must go on
If not accepted
Must venture even further
In a realm
Where I can feel at peace, Deceased
Life, Why have you forsaken me?
Oh, If only I had wings
But wingless I will go on
Yet, Was I even alive?
Anyone out there?
At least respect that at one time I did exist
I always noticed you, Did they?
What is loyalty anyways?
I thought I knew
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/24/10
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The Organic Chaos of a Fragmented Heart
Fragmented heart
Schismatic unsettling
Reintroduced to Chaos
Raining razor blood malice
On a venture
To a cold morbid place
Sinking, Sinking
Trying to save itself from demise
Stitches unravel
Turning into blackened canals
Flowing together
In unloved nuisance
Ah, Disaster, Disaster
All destroyed
Shrapnel remains
For those without pity
To belligerently step on
Who was the barer of this heart?
Was it me?
Or do I feel
The pain, Anguish
Of someone I care for dearly?
For just once
Look inside my heart and see for yourself
Ah, Isn’t tragedy beautiful?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/20/10
Schismatic unsettling
Reintroduced to Chaos
Raining razor blood malice
On a venture
To a cold morbid place
Sinking, Sinking
Trying to save itself from demise
Stitches unravel
Turning into blackened canals
Flowing together
In unloved nuisance
Ah, Disaster, Disaster
All destroyed
Shrapnel remains
For those without pity
To belligerently step on
Who was the barer of this heart?
Was it me?
Or do I feel
The pain, Anguish
Of someone I care for dearly?
For just once
Look inside my heart and see for yourself
Ah, Isn’t tragedy beautiful?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/20/10
Inspiration of Such Sweet Beautiful Salvation
Oh, How your art
Has dearly become uplifting
Sketches to lines
Drawings to Words
Glorious as a muse
Ah, Such exuberance in design
Ah, Letting your heart flow
No matter how it feels
Braving the storm
In celebration of all artistic journeys
See, I respect that greatly
You are not like the rest
Innovation to the core
Creating your own universe
A Universe that parcels all on it’s own
And the cosmos rejoice
The very ones inside your heart, Mind and soul
Universal harmony
As the stars of love shine
Oh, How I adore you
No matter where we stand
Just always know I am right there
My spirit dedicated
To what dreams of yours
You wish to be fulfilled
You are never like them
Your ego is not always fixated to grow
Just your heart, Mind and soul
And know
Whatever is needed
I will always try
Try being your life supply
It’s all in the epiphany I call love
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
Has dearly become uplifting
Sketches to lines
Drawings to Words
Glorious as a muse
Ah, Such exuberance in design
Ah, Letting your heart flow
No matter how it feels
Braving the storm
In celebration of all artistic journeys
See, I respect that greatly
You are not like the rest
Innovation to the core
Creating your own universe
A Universe that parcels all on it’s own
And the cosmos rejoice
The very ones inside your heart, Mind and soul
Universal harmony
As the stars of love shine
Oh, How I adore you
No matter where we stand
Just always know I am right there
My spirit dedicated
To what dreams of yours
You wish to be fulfilled
You are never like them
Your ego is not always fixated to grow
Just your heart, Mind and soul
And know
Whatever is needed
I will always try
Try being your life supply
It’s all in the epiphany I call love
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Only for just a moment of your Time
Only for a moment
I am lost
Trying to find out
Why I am not among them
Too socially scared?, Nervous perhaps?
Who really knows
I do like being different
Though difference can take it’s toll
Some treat you with high respect
While others treat you low
Really trying to get my heart out
Treading in worry mode
Mind spinning in warping cycles
Speeding through
A long twisted drawn out road
Please, Understand me
I do open up
Ask me anything
And know I do exist
At this moment
I am lost
But soon I will find my way
And in a second or few
My mind will be open to you
I am not a paradox
Just a Human being
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/18/10
I am lost
Trying to find out
Why I am not among them
Too socially scared?, Nervous perhaps?
Who really knows
I do like being different
Though difference can take it’s toll
Some treat you with high respect
While others treat you low
Really trying to get my heart out
Treading in worry mode
Mind spinning in warping cycles
Speeding through
A long twisted drawn out road
Please, Understand me
I do open up
Ask me anything
And know I do exist
At this moment
I am lost
But soon I will find my way
And in a second or few
My mind will be open to you
I am not a paradox
Just a Human being
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/18/10
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Feeling the Warmness of a Heart Healing Artist
She’s an artist
One of a kind
My salvation, Inspiration
Queen of sublime
A beautiful soul
With a heart made of grace
The curator of love
Creator of these new smiles on my face
Oh, What feelings
Such positive influence
Spiritual growth
Upon this new found Heavenly heart
I love her
Want the best for her
She deserves all dreams fulfilled
Love gallantly lifting
In the grandest epiphany of light
My love, My darling
Such salvation you are
The key to bliss
That opens a world
Where dreams become reality
Ah, With acceptance and love
I open these arms
To the most beautiful soul
With the most beautiful heart
And on this day I feel livelier than ever
As you have inspired
A new found confidence
That has come my way
And for that
I love you dearly
Feeling the warmness of a heart healing artist
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/14/10
One of a kind
My salvation, Inspiration
Queen of sublime
A beautiful soul
With a heart made of grace
The curator of love
Creator of these new smiles on my face
Oh, What feelings
Such positive influence
Spiritual growth
Upon this new found Heavenly heart
I love her
Want the best for her
She deserves all dreams fulfilled
Love gallantly lifting
In the grandest epiphany of light
My love, My darling
Such salvation you are
The key to bliss
That opens a world
Where dreams become reality
Ah, With acceptance and love
I open these arms
To the most beautiful soul
With the most beautiful heart
And on this day I feel livelier than ever
As you have inspired
A new found confidence
That has come my way
And for that
I love you dearly
Feeling the warmness of a heart healing artist
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/14/10
Friday, March 12, 2010
Dedicated to the Cause of your Love
Wish I was the necklace
The cross on your chest
So I can be close the beats
Of that majestic heart of yours…
Not just seeing
But feeling your beauty
Such an enchanting state of divine
Equipped with peaceful aspirations
On the flight of an Angel’s halo
The very essence
That I wish was mine
Ah, Glorious one
Emotions are always high
Heavenly arches, Your golden design
Built as a welcoming to greater things to come…
It’s a recurring dream I admit
But it makes me feel whole
For your love is the love
That would fill this heart
Of it’s neglected hole
You inspire my spiritual growth
Oh, Please fly those shiny Angel wings
Into this incomplete soul
And to now and beyond
I forever will dedicate myself
To the grace of your love…
On my knees
Begging to the skies above
Shorten your length, Just for a moment
So I can finally truly feel completely loved
And then I shall add
Another necklace
Dedicated to all everlasting dreams
No longer shall I feel rejected again
Dedicated to the cause of your love
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/12/10
The cross on your chest
So I can be close the beats
Of that majestic heart of yours…
Not just seeing
But feeling your beauty
Such an enchanting state of divine
Equipped with peaceful aspirations
On the flight of an Angel’s halo
The very essence
That I wish was mine
Ah, Glorious one
Emotions are always high
Heavenly arches, Your golden design
Built as a welcoming to greater things to come…
It’s a recurring dream I admit
But it makes me feel whole
For your love is the love
That would fill this heart
Of it’s neglected hole
You inspire my spiritual growth
Oh, Please fly those shiny Angel wings
Into this incomplete soul
And to now and beyond
I forever will dedicate myself
To the grace of your love…
On my knees
Begging to the skies above
Shorten your length, Just for a moment
So I can finally truly feel completely loved
And then I shall add
Another necklace
Dedicated to all everlasting dreams
No longer shall I feel rejected again
Dedicated to the cause of your love
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/12/10
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Attack of the Clueless Zombies
Their hearts awkward
As their minds debonair
Sliding into mass printing libido
Without any care
Spreading out
Infecting others
Empowered by hype
And shiny colors
Hue of rays
Flower winded rosaries
Pollen plague
Everything too ordinary
Lining up
To be the same
And here they are
Having the nerve to call me insane
Sorry, So sorry I have a mind of my own
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/10/10
As their minds debonair
Sliding into mass printing libido
Without any care
Spreading out
Infecting others
Empowered by hype
And shiny colors
Hue of rays
Flower winded rosaries
Pollen plague
Everything too ordinary
Lining up
To be the same
And here they are
Having the nerve to call me insane
Sorry, So sorry I have a mind of my own
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/10/10
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Endless Puzzle with Pieces of Paradox
Are these tears too heavy to catch?
When they fall…
Are they burdens of misfortune?
Sickened of a world
Full of Pompous greed
Liars with agendas
Judging flesh
As if it was a mere toy
Tail kissers and fake regrets
As they lie about inner respect
Ah, My words true
Personal they can be
But in positive mannerisms
Something I take pride in
Standing up for a love filled life
Yet, Why am I so empty handed?
Romance is nothing but fiction anymore
Skin becoming used for forward movement
Attention grasped, Cowardly tasks
As this world keeps losing heart and soul
Every single day
Yet, We, They, Do disease it as well
We, Well they are proud lepers
Always looking for the better product
Which is always the worst
Ah, But don’t tell them
They know it all
Alone I am
Watching it all unfold
The madness, The righteousness
And everything in-between
I am sorry
For not living the ideal life
That everyone else lives
Judge me
Who cares
Still, I love
And cannot hate
But sometimes it all wears thin
Burnt out
By the world’s redundant designs
Who even saw these heavy tears to begin with?
Everyone, So silent around me
So, When did I die?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/9/10
When they fall…
Are they burdens of misfortune?
Sickened of a world
Full of Pompous greed
Liars with agendas
Judging flesh
As if it was a mere toy
Tail kissers and fake regrets
As they lie about inner respect
Ah, My words true
Personal they can be
But in positive mannerisms
Something I take pride in
Standing up for a love filled life
Yet, Why am I so empty handed?
Romance is nothing but fiction anymore
Skin becoming used for forward movement
Attention grasped, Cowardly tasks
As this world keeps losing heart and soul
Every single day
Yet, We, They, Do disease it as well
We, Well they are proud lepers
Always looking for the better product
Which is always the worst
Ah, But don’t tell them
They know it all
Alone I am
Watching it all unfold
The madness, The righteousness
And everything in-between
I am sorry
For not living the ideal life
That everyone else lives
Judge me
Who cares
Still, I love
And cannot hate
But sometimes it all wears thin
Burnt out
By the world’s redundant designs
Who even saw these heavy tears to begin with?
Everyone, So silent around me
So, When did I die?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/9/10
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Warrior of Love
On these knees
Face covered by a crimson mask
Ready to give up
This very life I once fought for
Fading into the plague of Death’s grasp
Ah, Dreaming of the other side
No pain, No agony, No frustration
Did I do everything right?
It’s up to the judgment
Of the highest realm, The Heavens above
A clank of my shield
I will not die
Love shall soon be mine
For I am eternal
A Warrior to the heart’s state of mind
Climbing and climbing
With all of my might
These muddy hills
Made of terror and fright
Thriving for the other side
Where the light shines so radiantly bright
Oh, Wearing these scars
Trophies they are
To the pinnacle of wonder
The awe inspiring grace
That ignites this very heart
Ah, I am a warrior of love
Blessed by the sky she shares with me
Thus I shall never give up
Never will that even be thought of again
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/7/10
Face covered by a crimson mask
Ready to give up
This very life I once fought for
Fading into the plague of Death’s grasp
Ah, Dreaming of the other side
No pain, No agony, No frustration
Did I do everything right?
It’s up to the judgment
Of the highest realm, The Heavens above
A clank of my shield
I will not die
Love shall soon be mine
For I am eternal
A Warrior to the heart’s state of mind
Climbing and climbing
With all of my might
These muddy hills
Made of terror and fright
Thriving for the other side
Where the light shines so radiantly bright
Oh, Wearing these scars
Trophies they are
To the pinnacle of wonder
The awe inspiring grace
That ignites this very heart
Ah, I am a warrior of love
Blessed by the sky she shares with me
Thus I shall never give up
Never will that even be thought of again
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/7/10
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Journey to Greater Heights
Under the spell
Of a lovely dream
Such an inspiring scene
Awaits great proclamation
Into salvation’s paradise
Onto grace, Here I go
Going with the flow
Seeing where fate takes me
Ah, Beautiful majestic wonder
Makes this heart race
Into utter celebration
Flying highly
In the Heavens abode
Smiles miles wide
Great premonition
Pictures of love’s embracing
As I rejoice
With this heart unfolding
I now believe
In these great dreams seized
Because I can feel it
So thick it is
Air wonderful for jetting
Towards a Lady of artistic layers
Here we shine
Our hearts intertwined
Yes, Yours and mine
Going places
We never knew existed
Together as one
With love filled acclimation
We both shall set height
Into uncharted skies
My dream you are
I wait from afar
To join you
Hand in hand
In heart filled precedence
No matter what
Our bond strong
Our journey long
Anything for you my love
In this future thrilled admiration
Here we go
I’m with you
Through thick and thin
Upon stars shinning anew
Yet, Our mission even yet to be foretold
Ah, Because of you
I am no longer afraid of greater heights
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/2/10
Of a lovely dream
Such an inspiring scene
Awaits great proclamation
Into salvation’s paradise
Onto grace, Here I go
Going with the flow
Seeing where fate takes me
Ah, Beautiful majestic wonder
Makes this heart race
Into utter celebration
Flying highly
In the Heavens abode
Smiles miles wide
Great premonition
Pictures of love’s embracing
As I rejoice
With this heart unfolding
I now believe
In these great dreams seized
Because I can feel it
So thick it is
Air wonderful for jetting
Towards a Lady of artistic layers
Here we shine
Our hearts intertwined
Yes, Yours and mine
Going places
We never knew existed
Together as one
With love filled acclimation
We both shall set height
Into uncharted skies
My dream you are
I wait from afar
To join you
Hand in hand
In heart filled precedence
No matter what
Our bond strong
Our journey long
Anything for you my love
In this future thrilled admiration
Here we go
I’m with you
Through thick and thin
Upon stars shinning anew
Yet, Our mission even yet to be foretold
Ah, Because of you
I am no longer afraid of greater heights
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/2/10
Monday, March 1, 2010
A Different Description
I am tired of the life I once tried to live
No reclamations. No proclamations. Just misses and empty meaningless hope
That I shall never, let get the best of me.
Lived under the shadows way too long. Firing this belly for a high and mighty lift off. But first I have to cure my fear of heights without anything but me my flesh feeling the strong winds pulling this big frame in erratic movements. Not knowing where I will fall. But I want to fall. But I am too afraid to fall. Wanting to be caught up in a storm so I can be let down by the eye of the calm of nature’s nurturing natural ways of things. But am I ruining the balance of nature by not trying to
My words kind of rusty. My mind full of empty hopes. I butcher English with my pen at times and even my dyslexic fingers of word piecing and transactions. Signing with an invisible insignia where I hope someone can fully understand. But at times I cannot understand. But I let it all out so I can make myself understand in a perhaps misunderstood kind of way. Hence me switching math with all letters and words with all numbers making a problem that would make the best mathematician pull out all of his hair and dig his nails in his head till he digs in his own brain giving himself a lobotomy. I was always best with history anyways
Add a maybe A. D . D to my requiem of mental résumé . But is it the A . D. D everyone thinks it is?. Analyze it for yourself
And before you hit yourself in the head on this rambling of a ramble incarnate of an irritating kind. Relapse only to be cured for good and make a comeback and tell me that I don’t make sense of making cents even if I had even not a penny to my name.
You do know that I respect anything you say well even if you say “Cows are pink and flamingos are made in the image of tomorrow”. I would ascertain you as normal as a crossed eyed snake with three arms two heads eight legs and a fin for swimming in the alabaster of misaligned malignant provocation of a leper hearted mass warranty only good for 90 years or seconds depends on if you are alive or dead. If that makes no sense at all?. Good
I know I know. All the past prophets are looking down and slapping their heads with their hands and sighing for me to end this. Just know confusion is a weapon if you use it the right way.
By the way……
Does this even make any sense?. I am still trying to put the pieces together, Only the brave may enter my realm. And I know who you are.
Then again I could use A Different Description
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/1/10
No reclamations. No proclamations. Just misses and empty meaningless hope
That I shall never, let get the best of me.
Lived under the shadows way too long. Firing this belly for a high and mighty lift off. But first I have to cure my fear of heights without anything but me my flesh feeling the strong winds pulling this big frame in erratic movements. Not knowing where I will fall. But I want to fall. But I am too afraid to fall. Wanting to be caught up in a storm so I can be let down by the eye of the calm of nature’s nurturing natural ways of things. But am I ruining the balance of nature by not trying to
My words kind of rusty. My mind full of empty hopes. I butcher English with my pen at times and even my dyslexic fingers of word piecing and transactions. Signing with an invisible insignia where I hope someone can fully understand. But at times I cannot understand. But I let it all out so I can make myself understand in a perhaps misunderstood kind of way. Hence me switching math with all letters and words with all numbers making a problem that would make the best mathematician pull out all of his hair and dig his nails in his head till he digs in his own brain giving himself a lobotomy. I was always best with history anyways
Add a maybe A. D . D to my requiem of mental résumé . But is it the A . D. D everyone thinks it is?. Analyze it for yourself
And before you hit yourself in the head on this rambling of a ramble incarnate of an irritating kind. Relapse only to be cured for good and make a comeback and tell me that I don’t make sense of making cents even if I had even not a penny to my name.
You do know that I respect anything you say well even if you say “Cows are pink and flamingos are made in the image of tomorrow”. I would ascertain you as normal as a crossed eyed snake with three arms two heads eight legs and a fin for swimming in the alabaster of misaligned malignant provocation of a leper hearted mass warranty only good for 90 years or seconds depends on if you are alive or dead. If that makes no sense at all?. Good
I know I know. All the past prophets are looking down and slapping their heads with their hands and sighing for me to end this. Just know confusion is a weapon if you use it the right way.
By the way……
Does this even make any sense?. I am still trying to put the pieces together, Only the brave may enter my realm. And I know who you are.
Then again I could use A Different Description
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/1/10
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