Poetry in Unorginized Notion

Emptiness, I am me
Who are you?
Confused by forgetful ambiences
As backs become turned
And the sky becomes voided
By a culture vast in particular illusion
Seizing each incarnation
Of what makes them believe
In what makes them breathe
As I drown into osmosis
In a state of coldness
Calculating zero lung caving responses, Deluged

The Ravens fly
Dreaming of flocks united by the misconstrued
Through the clouds of sorrow
As our wings become fused together in infernal fasting
Of a hunger we once knew
Touching the ground
Evolving into broken promises
As I awaken to the chilling of cold shoulders

Humans laugh
And where am I?
Dying my heart fooled
Into a blackened oblivion
Invisible to visible quests ahead

Who are these miscellaneous muses?
They clique so well
As they breed joy across patted backs
With warm hugs to an applauding standstill

Barren transactions
Burning these pages
To scathing bookmarks
As I regurgitate all of these ashes
Turning them all into verses
Sung by the screams of voiceless music

The art of influential tasks reinstated
To confuse the masses
Contrived to disapprove
Because different is scary
And normal seems so safe and sincere

All I know is fate keeps beckoning me back
Into its fall from disgrace
Where words have an unidentified face

In the end
All I ask in life
Is where I am now?
Please, fill me in

Not many get me, perhaps?
And that is alright


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

Star child Divine

Clinging onto the stars
That this world has never seen
Embellishing the air
Of a twilight glowing dream
Directing myself into sky high motives
In the sense of all things magical

Smiling with the moon
As it beams so nocturnally
This heart’s gravitational pull
Pumps with lunar essence
Of my own transforming thoughts

Calling for all planets to align
To a peaceful awakening
As the cosmos are mine

In the next transition
My soul shall fly like a comet
Exploring this very universe
Beyond the stars of my very own wellbeing

I am a child of the stars
Awaiting my next personal evolution
To finally take me home


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
10/26/10

Tragedy

Tragedy, Oh, sweet tragedy
Never turning your back on me
Scraping this heart
For the metal box it wants to be

I want you tragedy
Yearning for the bleak
The comfort of knowing
You are always there

No lies, Just honesty
Never leaving me in a clueless daze
Always being sincere
Never having an agenda
To this existence in the dark

Tragedy, Oh my epic treasure
Full of oblivion and self-destruction

I give myself to you

Magic, Adaptions of a blackened mass
Holding onto your hesitant irreverence
So I can fall into your six foot heart
Stifled and full of rigor mortis

Tragedy, Descend this soul
I want to be uncontrolled
So I can never feel again

I’m calling for you
Take this pain away

Tragedy, I am yours to disown



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
10/25/10

Plague Risers of the Heartless Kind

Plagiarized minds
Watching fame go by
As it steals its heart
In its own merit demise

Crying inside
While others laugh on
Knowing the victims done
All by the pain and rancor gleaming
Glooming into the foundering of denial

Looking into the sky
The stolen cry
Why do they do this?
Why do they have no hearts?

To the pure hearted innovated souls
Who thrive to make this world a better place
I feel your pains
Keep strong and sincere
Never weaken your thoughts to invisible alienation

The plagiarizers mind
Tear up foundations
As they come together as one
Giving each other mindless accolades
Of what they have stolen

And with every last fame
They spread their disease
To the lost causes
Found by their fictional deviousness
That perplexes the world into egotistical sin

The ego infested devils laugh
The earnest Angels cry
The world becomes a disillusioned hell
Controlled by the tyrants of an unimaginable movement


I hate you
I fucking hate you
Please, go die inside


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
10/22/10

Neanderthal Hearts

Neanderthal hearts take over
Destroying the progress of ones love
Raping, Pillaging every last resource
Of hopes and dreams
As it raises its arms in victory

Oh, feed the egos
The over indulging ones
Hurt yourself over and over
It’s alright; it’s what so many do

Ignore me, I understand
The Neanderthal hearts own your soul
No matter where they may go
You will always be there

Hurt yourself, so used to the pain
Anything else, you get scared

Ah, Fear the weapon of the Neanderthals heart
As it poisons your mind
In weakened consent

Oh, But you act so strong
Only to protect your weaknesses
Criticizing others
Unless they do harm to you
Lie to you, Cheat on you
Forcing you to live in an imaginary world
As they watch your heart die

Ah, your resources gone
The Neanderthal hearts move on
You cry for it to return
But when it never returns
You still keep looking for another Neanderthal heart
While in the meantime
Killing hearts so loving, so pure

Your heart is now Neanderthal
Spreading the disease over and over

Where are the true hearts anymore?

Spirits

Spirits lost, Forgotten, Forsaken
Come through me

Never shall we be ignored
Take this body as a vessel
Roam inside for support and attention
Be heard, speak loudly
Never let anyone take you for granted
Enter this newly created dimension
The home you have always dreamt having
In a once nomadic past alienation

Oh, feel these emotions

Feel the touch of wind
The embracing of air
As you come alive
For one last time

Spirits, this love, this dedication
Belongs to you as well
Take this heart
Mend it as your own
Treasure this existence, this abode
As the foundation of you being noticed

Oh, And in the end
All I ask
Is to fly me beyond the skies

Venture us to a realm where love is always open
Helping every last dying soul
Into a united front where everyone is first in line

Spirits, I represent you
We are one
Struggling to make ourselves known

I stay alive
So the lost, the ignored, the forsaken
All have a name

Spirits, I love you


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

Descending into Darkness

Darkness, please come through me
Numb this body of any feelings
Kill these senses alluring
Culminating into full blown destruction
Where emotions never exist again

Darkness, Fill this soul with coldness
Ice this heart astray
Erase this mind of these false hopes
As they always murder these dreams anyways

No more confusion
Just plain darkly disillusion
Demised to the blackest of core
As love was always alive
It was me that was always dead

In this graveyard of emotions
I play my final dirge
Say my final epitaph
All for the cause of a haunted regret
For which I slab myself within

Oh, rest assure I will be suffering in peace
As darkness paints my skin pale
Haunting me into uncharted ruins
Afflicted by my existence
In a world I roam alone

All alone in a world that was never mine to live in
Embellishing the darkness that keeps me numb
Clinging onto the sadness of my enduring fears
Walking with death my only release

Yet, it is I who prays to be among the deceased
For I was alive all of this time

Just a wannabe dead man who ceases to live again
Yet, Darkness is the place I still call home


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
10/15/10

The Journey of an Epic Lover

For my far away lover
No matter where you may be
I dedicate this to you

Such excitement, as I look up into the sky
I see you shinning so brightly
Upon such lucid alluring stars
Placed in a realm unique in its own original way
Where pleasures give birth
To a brand new beginning
Celebrating the magic of a new age of love
Where these current times becomes irrelevantly passé

With such graceful visions, I see this beauty of yours
As these eyes begin to portal to these feelings within
Grabbing this very heart of mine
Flying it high
As it searches for your soul
Traveling into the astral planes of romantic endeavors
As I am directed into the essence of your inner peace

Ah, my far away lover
Let haste be our guide
Shoot yourself across the galaxy
Travel on through with open arms
As space becomes born again

Ah, Beauty, you could be a billion light years away
Yet, I would still feel your presence
As these dreams become one with your heart
Soaring highly above this soul I cleanse for you
Making this long journey all worth the while

My love, my beauty
Let us fly beyond the universe
As we make each star our own
Only to build them into hearts
So those who are lonely can have a home

My beauty, my love
Your inspiration always brings out the best of me
If only for just a moment
Could I bring the best out of you?

Is the future ours?
Or will this dream ever truly come true?

We hold the key to the journey of an epic love
May the doors we open become the dreams we have yet to fulfill

I am here, I am always here, Find me, Or help me find you


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
10/5/10

The Confusionalist

Necro dancer, Necromancer
Douse me with your bloody pages
Trickle down madness
Empower me with sadness
Raise me from the grave

Evolve this body to mortem dwelling
Let us revel in a brand new damning day

Ah, the sweet stench of death’s scent
Tastes of famishing plague
Conceived again to breathe poison laden amends
As I rise above the lifeless slaves
Screaming orders for a crimson revolution
Leading a trail of bludgeoned disdain

Ah, Rotting through
Slashing, Impaling, Denigrating
Creating mass graves of landfilled rage
Equipped with black magic temptations
Turning mortals into rats
Marching them through a war torn maze
Invigorating the seduction of brainless hate
Celebrating an apocalyptic utopia
Where the sun has died
And haste has come to erase anything built with peace and love

Ah, the fog rolls on
Reddened by past dread
Ah, hear the dirge as it crescendos
Giving life to all vengeance
Veering off into genocidal hypocrisy

Thank you mere men
Thank you for stroking the egos
Of the heartless soulless puppets we put in your way

“Oh, I love you”
Do you not hear my black heart beating?
As it murmurs icy cold catastrophe
Upon the willing spirits conceived?

Ah, Seduced by death
Oh, how your own faith has forsaken you
You can never turn back
For the reaper has adopted your souls

Cannot change direction either
It’s all too late
The reaper messiah is now the master
Ruling all who tried molesting the grave

And where are your flesh wearing gods now?
As they destroyed the character of all humankind
They are on their knees praying to society to take their pain away

Ah, was it all worth it?

Sadly you raped freewill
But I guess nothing is ever good enough

May you all unrest in pieces

When ego is involved, the confusionalist always wins in the end


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
10/2/10