Potpourri

These eyes nocturnal
To brightly lit lights
Pondering dreams
Calming this swollen heart
For just this very moment
Of Recluse location

Seeing them all
Strangers far and away
Walking in slow motion
Against the static blurs
Of fates paralleled emission

Sleep becoming feasible
Dreams becoming worthwhile
Nightmares coincide with fantasy
Pictures of denial
Painting these legs restless
As these eyes sink under

What is the prognosis of transplanting time?
Can I not be free through the balance of longevity?

Oh, The empty miles this spirit has roamed
Ashamed to even cope
With the haunting of my own soul
Till the outward Phantoms
Eat the inner parts of my own reality

Ah, Nothing fits
Like pushing boulders
Into marbled sized holes
I may be big
Yet, I am not whole

This life seeks adventure
For this I must flow
Into the deep end of opportunity
Where I am still afraid to swim

These small astigmatic eyes
Torched by light
These ears become deafer
As time parlays this current momentum

I don’t choose to die but live
Yet, I cannot tell the difference anymore

Still, I smile gracefully


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
6/30/10