Friday, December 31, 2010

Mournful Disclosure of the Dirge Kind

The graveyard kisses me deeply
Never leaving my side
Always being there
When all else fails

Death, I love you
Seduce this false hope
I have no choice
As my emotions destroy these thoughts
Enveloping my heart
With a cold slab epitaph
Dirge melodies of forbidden roams
Inside the mourning of my own wellbeing

Oh, Death slice me with you scythe
So my heart can bleed diligently

Haste this fate
Let me escape
Cannot do this on my own
Rid this flesh
Scar these emotions
Map forth this strife
So my spirit can finally dwell
Into the grasp of a torn illusion

Death, After all is said and done
Reincarnate me at once
So I can live again
With no sorrow, No dread
With happiness and joy
Compelling me to grace
Upon the knowledge of grieving
Where I shall be reborn again

Death, Help me dream again
For these past dreams were all lies

Death, Do I even exist?
Maybe I should fade away
I feel invisible anyways

Death, Why have you forsaken me?
Or was it I who forsaken myself?
Lessons learned, Knowledge found


Oh, How the pen can cure these emotions


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/31/10

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Journey to the impossible

Tress of crimson fury with shinning skin and aqua blue eyes
Looking upon dreams and wonder
Through the looking glass of an unbeknownst malice
Traveling across the images of a heart fed divine
As this soul comes along for the ride

Ah, What a smile
Confidence I so dearly admire
Balancing these mental scars
Taking flight in the abundant air
As the earth reigns with fire
Over the waters of the deepest sincerities

And distance futile
Our world is much closer than one could ever think
Mirrors of cloud roaming peaks
Sharing our sky with the wind’s lullabies
Kissing us both with it’s innocence
Directing our dreams as one
Upon the sky that flourishes us inside
Causing this unity to empower us both

Ah, This is something we cannot deny
No matter how many times we try
Fate brings forth it’s plan
Holds our very future
In the palms of it’s clairvoyant hands
Yelling loud and clear
The message that love is finally here

And how do we deny this guile?
Do we really want to live the rest of our lives alone?
Even if we found someone else
They would tear our hearts into oblivion
And then give each shrapnel
To the vultures of our heartbroken demise

So let us learn my love
And together we can create a legacy
With lore glazing wisdom
Creating a foundation
Where knowledge branches out

As our tree becomes larger everyday
Never ceasing to grow
Upon the golden years of our influence
Under the basking of a brand new hope

So, We could keep denying our feelings
And let the empty time go by
Or we could give into our feelings
And take risks for a brand new revolution
Of a love beyond our own living

Our choice, Our call
It’s now or never
Do you understand the implications?

I will try
But you will have to try as well

We can do this
Our love shall conquer all


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/29/10

Friday, December 24, 2010

Flaws

Flaws are beautiful
Gallant and so sincere
A work of art
The source of all enlightenment
In the structure of all abstract divine emotions

Ah, Perfection ceases to exist
A ghost, A fictional tale
Not of this very existence
Upon this cherished enigmatic heart
That beats passion and despair

Oh, Accept these flaws
As all flaws should be embraced
It defines our character
Showing all the battles we endure
As we stand tall and proud

Flaws are beautiful
Perfection’s just a myth
Without struggles
We would all cease to exist

Embrace your flaws
They are what shapes this world
Live, Laugh and love
And give all that you could ever give

In the end
Flaws are the truest forms of art
Through the testament of all mankind
The history of what makes us all better in the end

Flaws, The best thing in life
The epitome of all existence
In the grand scheme of the beyond
The blueprint to all epic journeys ahead

I am so proud of my flaws


written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/24/10

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The Undisputed Prophecy of all Unified Knowledge

"I am merely a Vessel who learns as you learn"

Death upon asunder take me under
Mourn this heart farewell
In life’s abysmal end
On raven’s wing I fly
Flying across the astral plains of immortality
Torrential in a hollow awakening
Creeping mundane materialization
As I haunt this existence away

Oh, Twisted, besmirched and beguiled
Bittersweet to the very end
The great beyond my residence
Of graveyard memories and lucid destruction
Only to relax once and for all
Crying for the skies to open up
Only to take me to the depths
Of it’s own dimensional wonders

Cleanse me from this flesh
The sun, The clouds I detest
Winterland meets Shangri-la
As the heavens become unified
Upon the maven morals of my mistakes
Creating a lore where the knowledge
Of my own wellbeing becomes attached
To the blessings of all positive learning

Ah, This ghost is ready to roam
Into the thundering of all temptation
As I become sacrificial for a merciful cause
Making the unknown known
So all can see this agony
Only to learn the method of all madness

My pain is worth everything
For I shall teach the self enslaved to live free
Grasping the realities of true love
This world has only ceased to believe

Ah, with each scar I shall slowly
Turn all dreams into reality


I am among the stars and the skies

No matter what you believe
Unite with the peace of learning
That all love shall set you free

Call me messiah
Call me prophet
But know my many forms
Are the dedication to all the differences of life
In a world yearning for an unlimited mental evolution
Where knowledge shall never cease to exist

I never wish for you to walk amongst me
Let me walk amongst you
For I am the king of kings
Never Man, Women or child
I am merely the undisputed prophecy of knowledge
Teaching all to live peacefully

If you cannot understand
But want to understand
I have done my job well



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/21/10

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Internal Sleep of a Restless Weary

Death take me away
In your slumber despair
Just give me seven straight hours
Of flight with the nightingales
So I can for that moment rest in peace

Oh, Death rock me to eternal sleep
Sudden relapse among the living
This body ever so unforgiving
As these eyes weigh ever so heavily
Into the restless night
Where these legs curse
The day I was born sleeping

Cannot take it anymore
Why can I never die?
Just for seven straight hours
Only to live for the rest of the duration
Cleansing these darkened feelings
Embracing the light

This mind ever so hasting
Millions of random meaningless thoughts per second
Killing the sheep of mourning
Countless to a lost cause
To a cure that was never found

Sleep, Why have you forsaken me?
Death, Why have you forgotten me?
Just living on the hope
Of finally being dead
In the eyes of these insomniac cries

Death, May I someday rest in peace



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/19/10

Monday, December 13, 2010

Weathering the Storm of a Scale Tilting Burden

As the thunder embroiders these thoughts
I become thick in these emotions
Eyes down pouring into an adhesive fogging
Before the calming sets in

It’s not all a horrid festering mess
Nor a merry go round sensation adhered
The loneliness of an unsocial dragonfly
Whom was once a butterfly, But now acute and bare
Stuck flying into the ire of emptiness
Upon laden flames of uncaused motives
As this motivation teases me tediously

Yet, This heart reaches out subliminally
As far as it could ever reach
Signing in distant dreams
To a signature that allures these doomed imageries
As I walk against the waves of self regret
The unmotivated causes of vertigo visions
That crescendos the clasp of red tide frustrations

Swamped into marsh reality
With the glooming of these mud filled eyes
Mired with hidden cries
Striving to get out of touch with reality
And it’s marauding ways

Oh, I do still give it my all
I try with all that I have
Only if they could understand
This very method I try to explore
Where there is much more of me
Than the world has ever seen before

Yet, Here I am sitting here quietly

No, I am not a victim
Nor want any kind of sympathy
Just want the respect of others
The ones who have passed me over
With unconscious diligence

Oh, Hit me hard with your sincerity
Silence is the worst thing to endure
Respect these humbled wishes
Just as long as your motives are pure

There is more to me
Than meets these secret cries
Could you please understand me
For once upon this very time?

Please, Never tax your heart
Just let it roam free
Sick of paying love’s expensive price
I just need you to believe in me
Yet, This is life
And it comes with many hidden fees

Who are you to tell me what I am not?
Or would you of even given the time
To even know who I truly am?

Oh nice excuse

Irony becomes obsolete
And dreams become flawed with despair

Scoff


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/13/10

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Quest into the Uncharted Valor of an Ever Pending Dream

Mourning the cloudless skies
The embers of yesterdays glaring
Ethereal to these memories
Chastised by cast iron fantasies
Mirroring the residuals of a past empty belief

Alone, Silent, At a standstill
Wondering where this lost time has gone
Did I have to murder these days
With the poison of my own fear?

Struggling, Scratching, Crawling
To a journey beyond self regret
Doing my best to fill up this social intuition
So the sun can set again

Weathering it all
With everything I have
With everything I could ever give
Climbing a top of an almighty prospering dream
To a place I can finally feel at home
A place where I can finally thrive to live in peace

In life, I don’t ask for much
Just a legacy I can secure
For the future of a lore guiding flurry
Upon the branching of knowledge
That grows ever so strong and proud
Connecting the undying will
Of an ever radiant tree

Out of the womb of time
Ready to live again
Reborn, Must never fall behind
Got to always leap ahead

These dreams no matter how far fetched they have been
Were always closer than I could of ever imagined
More than these eyes could of ever seen
More than these very dreams could of ever dreamed

So the moral of my own personal story is..
It is never too late to dream
Thus that is the message I must keep inside this heart
To let out for all who need reminded
Of the love life can give

Living, Loving Learning
The lessons of life I must believe
So I can finally truly become personally free
In the aspects of an all inspiring cherished endeavor

Love, My religion
To the unlimited nature of every last dream

Yes, In repeating fashion I cleanse love residually

Into the tradition of all gifting souls
Love shall always set me free


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/8/10

Saturday, December 4, 2010

The Circle of a Love Filled Life

When this life comes full circle
Will you always remember me?
Through thick and thin
Helpless to grim
Into the journey of a peaceful euphoria
Will you accept this heart
As a token of my dedication?

See the positives of me
Peer inside the true nature of this soul
I truly have so much to offer
If only you knew these feelings within

Oh, I would always fight to keep you safe, Secure
With no worries, No regrets
Starting anew in this loving quest
To a unlimited venture
As I give you all I have
The best I could ever give
In the dedication of love
All for you, The dream catcher
Of every lasting impression
Spreading over many miles of carnal longevity
All for our two hearts as one

Hope I make sense
Hope I am never past tense
Hope I am good enough
As there is more to me
Than wings meeting the sky

Accept this love
As a token of my longing dedication

When this life comes full circle
Will you fill it with your love?
Creating heart filled ambitions
To the destiny I have always dreamed of having
As I make sure to light your smile
In the essence of those shooting star eyes
Where hope flies through all dreams imagined

I know I don’t offer a lot
But as a golden star once prophesized
All you need is love, All you need is love


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/4/10

ps. This was so emotional for me to write for personal reasons. Things might not make sense perhaps but they have personal attachments to me.