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