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