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