This Heart's Enduring Venture

Listen to this heart
Oh, how it beats in volumes
Loud octaves of love
As passion sings into solemn skies
Hovering over the prospects of longevity

Feel this heart quake
Vibrations of hopes and dreams
Made of tranquil lucidity
All in the name of love’s reality

Oh, drawn heavily by this heart’s illustration
Put on those sacred wings
Travel inside, Deep inside
So much open space to explore
Fly off to your very own realm of imagination
Where dreams fight to become real
And solace exists upon romantic endeavors

Fly high, and set yourself free
There are no limits to our eternal journey ahead

Live inside this heart
After all it’s reserved for you
Always doing my best
To make my this love true

This heart belongs to you
Every ounce of its undying dedication, yours
Please never take it for granted
Or the scars of yesterday
Shall crash on through

Yet, with honor and trust
With triumph and dedication
I shall always love you
Will you always love me?


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/29/10

Man-Made Hell

To the over prideful owner
Of a heart’s contradiction
Your lights are off
Veering into a delusional reality
Drowning into love’s filthy dew infested residue
In a river flooded by false premonitions
Of diluted passions astray

Blinded by fictional dreams
Clinging into an abasing void
Kissing false hope
Cuddling denial in submitting fashion
To only grow numb of all feelings

Ah, to the victim
Surely all is meant well
Not realizing the murder committed
By the crowning fools of an over inflated achievement
Biding their time for total mental destruction

Then the vultures of time
Eat up the scraps left behind
Enjoying every last taste
Savoring the heart for all it’s worth
Only to put the burnt pieces back together

Dead souls walking
Ready to destroy another heart
Spreading the disease of negativity
To the next victim standing in line
Adding to the traverse train that slays on
Collecting the lights of the once enlightened
Only to make each memory its own ego inflating trophy
So all misery can unite in mass inconclusive hypocrisy
Where the fragile shatter on
With shipments of pain and suffrage

Welcome to today’s world
Where love becomes more of a myth
Folklore to all the dreamers
Who tried and tried to make this world a better place

Welcome to man-made hell


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/27/10

Bittersweet Laced in Black

Crying for numbness
Tears stabbing these eyes
Painfully cohesive
Paradise denied

A Mass lingering silhouette
Shadowing these eyes
Possessed by poltergeist envisions
Forcing this state of mind
To wonder into oblivion

Barren hope, Dead dreams
Graveyard lit by hindsight
Unrested pandemic ponders
Regressing soul
Blackened in grief

Oh, these panoramic eyes
Feeling lost, making strides
Are things really what they seem?
Convalescing in this mind’s resurfacing?

Yes, my misery may be frozen in fear
And Death chases on and on
Yet, this existence it shall never find
As this soul belongs to me
It’s all mine

I shall deal with this pain
Wear it strong and proud
Reminding me of what the future may bring
In the essence of a sky high fulfilling dream

Here stands a poet, A Man
Perhaps lonely in stride
Admitting to the problem
Of not accepting his own life

Suicide, Go away, you are not wanted

Everything shall be alright
Or am I just lying to myself?


Who knows what the end shall bring to me
If nothing or anything at all


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/24/10

Bipolar Love

Today’s love is bipolar
As Loki’s Heart ignites
Burning those once engulfed
In a world plagued of hopeless dreams

Death in their eyes
How do they even walk?
Pretending all is wonderful
As their character is slowly being destroyed

Controlled, Owned
Slaves to a deceiving cause
Hoping for happily ever after
Haplessly living in a dyslexic fairytale
Chained to false hope

Today’s love is bipolar
Yet, No one will admit that it’s true
Too proud to ever admit defeat
Beaten by the world’s most admired fools

Loki’s heart owns their soul
All emotions cataclysmically ruined
Nothing to ever look forward to
“With the exception of demise”
In the plague of where all their hope looms

Bipolar love, it’s the popular thing to do
Welcome to Hel the place where all nightmares come true



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/23/10



Loki is a norse character and not a happy one haha. And I did not mispell Hel because in Norse that is how it is spelled.

Ignition Mode

Once in a foul hence
I defiled my own reasons
Stood in the dark
Awaiting the spark
Of a proud romantic evening

No one exists but me
Was it all in my head?
Growing ever so remorseful
For what I did to myself

And what did I do?
Something of invisible treason
Invaded this soul
Let myself go
For the pride of my own destruction

Yet, I still stand
No harm, No foul
Just me myself
But how?
Do I keep on moving?

The answer is here
All in me
Coming in tuition
The might of my own

Am I gone?
Or am I home?
Tell me
Is my existence at rest?

Ah, true freedom
Is the freedom
We all take from within

The end


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/20/10

Confused Stanzas of Unknowingly known Origins

Desecrating stanzas
Because my muse ignites
Writing with emotions
No matter what the may be
Killing normalcy
So I can live free

Creative insignia I shudder
Walking candidly cleansing unmarked mutters
Equipped with the weaponry of pen and paper
Victim of ax wielding tyrants
So I stand tall in defiance

Trying to confuse
With such lackadaisical irreverence
Calming eyes with sentiments
Making nonsense no sense
Amongst my pretentious so called brethren
Perplexing stepchild of terror
I surely am

My work cannot be used
Heard it all before
Too bad for them
That I am not a whore

Happy as a clam
Floating on pearl peasant dreams
Nothing can faze me
Because in times like these
I write in the defense
Of my own sanity

My love for writing
Loves me back again and again and again
Don’t do it for over stocked ego driven accolades
The humbling few are rewarding enough

Just a poet
A shy one at that
Portly, Carefree and never exact
Standing out of my way
To never be intact

Perfection is a lost cause
Something I will never behold
My art is naked
Neurotically misconstrued

Grammar be gone
Wash me away
Always being true to my words
While my submission is in the grave

Who am I?
But a spirit full of hunger
Haunting hindsight
In the truce of all mental remains

But, Still, Still
I stand tall and proud
As also I do for you



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/17/10

Into the new age of Misanthropy

Gouging the eyes
Of love’s demise
Blessed be
As you carry the demon seed

In your womb, death
Laden and diseased
Nature in ruin
Not enough air to breathe

They have raped you
Oh, they have pillaged you

Climate rises
As does the sea
Polar caps melt, Revenge is seized
A Woman is scorned
Man pays for his greed

Oh, the stench putrid
Flesh rotting retribution
Visions of grotesquery
Drowning in infidelity
Revenge so bleak
So bleak indeed

Her resources gone
Yet, Hatred remains
Paradise lost
Plagued by the copulation
Of humankinds demon seed

Love is dead
Blinded by rage
The newly formed human rats enslaved
As the snake eats them
One by one

The world has become
One huge rotting apple
In the barren eve of nothingness
We are still alive?
Yet, we walk amongst death
May we all rest in peace

Welcome to the new age
The new age of misanthropy


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/16/10

Insomnia

Insomnia the plague
The demurring factor
Anti-slumber antagonist
The red eyed disaster
Never being one for compromise
In the grasp of a morgue fiend euphoria

Torture, Such dusk shrilling torture
As these eyes become hypnotized
Into mourning’s grasping trance
Upon dreamy flaws
In the daze of deceit
Of the night’s most despicable, twisted cause

Oh, tossing, turning for rest
Running legs of spastic mortem
A lively murder
Counting one Demonic sheep at a time

Sighing, Struggling, Tilting
Trying to sleep standing
Internally weeping
Afraid to fall, Afraid to fall

Daylight, grieving the death of the night
As the sun shines in fiery frustration
Turning into hell’s torturous plight
Burning these eyes
Showing no love, No compassion
To these tiny blue reflections

Insomnia, My enemy
I hate you
Soldier of bright skies
Your master the sun
Helps my daily demise

I am tired
But cannot die
Eternally shackled by time
Oh, If only I could cure these metaphoric bite marks
That plagues me to be a creature of the night

Insomnia, Because of you
Many feel the wrath of your own destitution
As they are phantoms hiding astray

If I cannot die, why can I not find them?
As they too meet a torture filled unsuspecting living demise

Restless in peace, Restless in peace, Restless in peace


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/13/10

The Event of a Self Personal Reception

Tears flow in shrapnel
Afterburning eyes
Infiltrating thoughts
Piercing the heart
In formaldehyde fashion

Oh, The silence, Nothing
Void, Null, Everything disappears
As if space ate these emotions
Digesting it beyond oblivion
As sorrow grimaces in pain

Quietness from me as well
Silent upon implosion
Never wanting to spread this cataclysmic existence
Upon the bright happy dreams of others
So I hide for them in seclusion

Struggling on and on
Screaming so loudly inside
Wanting physical pain more than mental pain
But I refrain, Refrain
From trying something stupid

Oh, And these eyes they wonder
In a realm where no one exists
Beyond life and death
Into an emotional wreck
Where time becomes neglected

Wanting to numb myself of the pain
But with that comes a price
Would rather fight for comfort
Than give into fate's weary plight
Oh, I fight on

And there you have it, My story
Never fear this heart
For it is stronger than you could ever imagine

Through the pain
Against the grain
I fight for my life to be certain

Ah, These tears shall flow into rainbows
Hovering over the love I shall spread to others
And that is the peace
Where all these dreams could finally come true

Bare with me
I truly, I greatly love you
Do you love me?


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/7/10