Potpurri of Emerald Confussions

In this state
Who are you?
Am I lost?
Where is the substance?
Can you sea my way?

Living around silence
Feeling out of place
A tree bare of evergreen dreams
In the mental cue of prevalence
Under the grey skies of self slew reasons
Once unified in asunder
Yet now underground in recluse

Send me an Angel
No, Just send me something, A sign perhaps
This trivial surroundings unsolved
With no answers met
Where the “prize” of perfection is worshipped
As a deceitful paradise of cursed calamity
Upon snubbing encounters of mental suicide

And here they are, Supposedly wise
Yet, A book can only do so much
As they grabbed life by the horns
Only to have them piercing from their chests
Yet, Here they are, still wearing red
Inciting the bulls to do them in

Raining on
The doubts of sanity
Oh, New arrivals they come
Only to be turned into them
In the night of the living dread

I dearly want out
Even if I have to stay in
Just need clarity
Of knowing something exists
Or perhaps not?
Just need clarity

Here I am
Sealed in this canopic jar of irreverence
Perceived by the local truth of hope
Where love supposedly exists

Unconditional love?
How do the dead keep living on?


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/12/11