Tears coming down
Many of them supplied by the sky
Not dreadful in any way
But hopeful in a glimpse of quixotic adaptations
In the essence of these buoyant eyes
Oh, These thoughts
How they fell , How they hid away
Cowering in the realm of loneliness
Where nothing becomes everyday occurrences
Tried being the warmness
That covets the cold
But how could that be possible
When my mind was mourning in the grave?
Not many understand
Where I come from
The origins that makes me bleed
The life I live to breathe
Reborn out of seclusion
Acclimated for redemption
Casting out these dooming sensations
that sweltered inside
The veil from this hidden soul
Slowly comes off
Urging myself to scream
Scream out these sky high spirits to the world
So I can etch some kind of legacy
Personal, Non Fictional, Fictional, Anything!
Oh, I love more than anyone could ever know
If only these walls around me would just go away
Doing my best to punch holes in their illogical woes
Destroying the confusion
In this paradox from where I dwell
Please, Get to know me
Before coming to any conclusions
Walking amongst the sound
Of the ethereal shore
Wondering what dreams will come next
Local news
A once confused 36 year old man
Shoots himself in the head with dreams and aspirations
Kills negative thoughts
And lives with the epiphany
Of fighting for a life worth living
I died to live again
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/30/11
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Dream's of Love's Unknown Origin
Hello my love
The dream within my dreams
The non denominational owner of Angelic wings
That helps me fly into a living, breathing rhapsody
Oh, A select few thought
That you were indeed them
That I was inspired
By their own rays
Yet, They had no clue
Of it ever being you
Slumbering on and on
To the tune of a peeking grace
Trying to configure your face
Via the curiosity of love’s paradox
Knocking and knocking
On the door of astral divine
My Love
Why do those eyes change?
From blue to green to brown
Which color might they truly be?
These dreams subliminally hide your visions
Through random inquiries
I always see you
In this haze of unknown origin
And through the confusion
Our love somehow remains true
Who are you?
Who am I?
Please if this is some kind of metaphor
Why must I have to internally cry?
My love, My mysterious night risen clairvoyance
Help me solve this riddle
One small step at a time
The guile keeps frolicking by
Yet, Is this to make my mind stronger?
Must not be depressed by your mirage
But inspired by your journey
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/27/11
The dream within my dreams
The non denominational owner of Angelic wings
That helps me fly into a living, breathing rhapsody
Oh, A select few thought
That you were indeed them
That I was inspired
By their own rays
Yet, They had no clue
Of it ever being you
Slumbering on and on
To the tune of a peeking grace
Trying to configure your face
Via the curiosity of love’s paradox
Knocking and knocking
On the door of astral divine
My Love
Why do those eyes change?
From blue to green to brown
Which color might they truly be?
These dreams subliminally hide your visions
Through random inquiries
I always see you
In this haze of unknown origin
And through the confusion
Our love somehow remains true
Who are you?
Who am I?
Please if this is some kind of metaphor
Why must I have to internally cry?
My love, My mysterious night risen clairvoyance
Help me solve this riddle
One small step at a time
The guile keeps frolicking by
Yet, Is this to make my mind stronger?
Must not be depressed by your mirage
But inspired by your journey
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/27/11
Friday, March 25, 2011
Ranting for the Rage Against the Fad of Empty Dreams
Friends don’t let friends over price Junk
Dangle your “Love”
Dangle it in my face
The more you try proving it’s real
The more it looks fake
Want to know a little secret?
Everyone knows you are just a toy
A conquest for the ego marching of man
Who opens you up to the world
As your own close minded naïve nature
Gives you away
Oh, The more you brag
The more shame comes out
The faker it gets
The thicker the denial becomes
Lets not sugar coat anything
Your soul belongs to him
He is the master of your realm
The God that pulls your string
Making you say “Yes sir may I have another”
I hate sounding this way
Hate being right
But you are wrong
And before you come to any conclusions
It’s not what you think
Just disgusted with these times
Where clueless souls worship slime
The greedy eye seeing dogs for the blind
Society, Thank you for ripping
The hearts of all pure dreamers chests
And why do I sound bitter?
Maybe because the one thing I cherish the most “Love”
Is being raped
And don’t you think of me as the jealous type
Think of me as a wounded warrior
On the death bed of hope
Who is healing diligently
There is indeed still real love
And to all the true romantics out there
Bless the stars you shine on
Oh, Fakers, You can dangle your “Love” all you want
But your love is a porno
That never goes away
If you were offended by this
Then maybe you are wrong
If this did not offend you
Your love must be strong
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/25/11
Dangle your “Love”
Dangle it in my face
The more you try proving it’s real
The more it looks fake
Want to know a little secret?
Everyone knows you are just a toy
A conquest for the ego marching of man
Who opens you up to the world
As your own close minded naïve nature
Gives you away
Oh, The more you brag
The more shame comes out
The faker it gets
The thicker the denial becomes
Lets not sugar coat anything
Your soul belongs to him
He is the master of your realm
The God that pulls your string
Making you say “Yes sir may I have another”
I hate sounding this way
Hate being right
But you are wrong
And before you come to any conclusions
It’s not what you think
Just disgusted with these times
Where clueless souls worship slime
The greedy eye seeing dogs for the blind
Society, Thank you for ripping
The hearts of all pure dreamers chests
And why do I sound bitter?
Maybe because the one thing I cherish the most “Love”
Is being raped
And don’t you think of me as the jealous type
Think of me as a wounded warrior
On the death bed of hope
Who is healing diligently
There is indeed still real love
And to all the true romantics out there
Bless the stars you shine on
Oh, Fakers, You can dangle your “Love” all you want
But your love is a porno
That never goes away
If you were offended by this
Then maybe you are wrong
If this did not offend you
Your love must be strong
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/25/11
Friday, March 18, 2011
The Grave Dwelling of the Dearly Despaired
Whence the days of yonder
Wander in pale decomposition
In Death’s icy grasp
The darkness of a dreadful intuition
As each second becomes a falcer
To the mandible of a poisonous rage asunder
The web of denial
Catches the withering of a faulting design
Raging in tragedy
Condensed in the eyes of a blinding ambition
And then the fog rolls out
Enveloping all convalescing minds
Sealing fates with dooming carnations
Rotting roses destroying
The scenery of the sublime
And graves lay forgotten
By the craving of a blood thirst calamity
Marred by the Phantom’s razor sharp grasp
In the catacombs of a distant reality
Ah, Death becomes martyred
By the cold shoulders of despair
Creating a mausoleum of improbabilities
For the living impaired
We are together
Under the possession of demise
Walking in agony
Wishing to mortally die
If time were of the essence
Why must it rob us blind?
Making us suffer
For the sins we never knew existed
Our innocence is gone
Now we must survive on our own death
Doing morbid things
For the honor of our own shame
As peace for us will never exist
As we are born in the essence
Of the Anti Christ’s bliss
We never wanted it to be this way
But our deathly indiscretions must live on
As society has become the devil’s backbone
For the tragedy of our decisions and our decisions alone
In our own decisive enslavement
May we forever rot in grief
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/18/11
Wander in pale decomposition
In Death’s icy grasp
The darkness of a dreadful intuition
As each second becomes a falcer
To the mandible of a poisonous rage asunder
The web of denial
Catches the withering of a faulting design
Raging in tragedy
Condensed in the eyes of a blinding ambition
And then the fog rolls out
Enveloping all convalescing minds
Sealing fates with dooming carnations
Rotting roses destroying
The scenery of the sublime
And graves lay forgotten
By the craving of a blood thirst calamity
Marred by the Phantom’s razor sharp grasp
In the catacombs of a distant reality
Ah, Death becomes martyred
By the cold shoulders of despair
Creating a mausoleum of improbabilities
For the living impaired
We are together
Under the possession of demise
Walking in agony
Wishing to mortally die
If time were of the essence
Why must it rob us blind?
Making us suffer
For the sins we never knew existed
Our innocence is gone
Now we must survive on our own death
Doing morbid things
For the honor of our own shame
As peace for us will never exist
As we are born in the essence
Of the Anti Christ’s bliss
We never wanted it to be this way
But our deathly indiscretions must live on
As society has become the devil’s backbone
For the tragedy of our decisions and our decisions alone
In our own decisive enslavement
May we forever rot in grief
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/18/11
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Corvus Night
Struggling on a Corvus night
Starting to lose all site
Into the depths, Into the abyss
Of my plight
Struggling on a Corvus night
Lifting this spirit
On a Corvus night
Crawling with these ravenous claws
On moments flaw
Lifting this spirit
On a Corvus night
Taking an unearthly flight
Warping to another dimension
Cursed on a Corvus night
Impaled in thoughts
This mind it rots
Feeling tedious
Feeling hideous on a Corvus night
Death on a Corvus night
Graven heart in a mourning strife
Death on a Corvus night
Heart impaled, Fate impaired
Deathly disillusions on a Corvus night
Cawing and Crowing
On a Corvus night
Afraid to fly
Even though I am already traveling high
Floating in fear
On a Corvus night
Confused on a Corvus night
If alive I am
Then why is the light so glum
And made from the depths
Of an Unholy Anti Crimson Christ?
Confused on a Corvus night
It’s repeating over and over
Beheaded from the boulder
Of the mountains of a fleshly fright
Where fate has killed me in a salacious spite
Murdered on a Corvus night
Suicide the culprit
On a Corvus night
Dead and gone
In redundancies arms
No longer taking flight
Death more revered in a darkened strife
Stuck inside the cadence of a hybrid poltergeist
Possessed by the alluring nature of a Succubus’s bite
Stuck inside the wrong sphere of a Corvus Night
Stuck inside the deceiving sphere of a Corvus Night
Hell is my new frontier
As I try to fly to the dimming light
To the journey to a Heavenly Corvus Night
Where all fly free of torment’s vice
Hopeful on a Corvus Night
Hopeful on a Corvus Night
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/13/11
Starting to lose all site
Into the depths, Into the abyss
Of my plight
Struggling on a Corvus night
Lifting this spirit
On a Corvus night
Crawling with these ravenous claws
On moments flaw
Lifting this spirit
On a Corvus night
Taking an unearthly flight
Warping to another dimension
Cursed on a Corvus night
Impaled in thoughts
This mind it rots
Feeling tedious
Feeling hideous on a Corvus night
Death on a Corvus night
Graven heart in a mourning strife
Death on a Corvus night
Heart impaled, Fate impaired
Deathly disillusions on a Corvus night
Cawing and Crowing
On a Corvus night
Afraid to fly
Even though I am already traveling high
Floating in fear
On a Corvus night
Confused on a Corvus night
If alive I am
Then why is the light so glum
And made from the depths
Of an Unholy Anti Crimson Christ?
Confused on a Corvus night
It’s repeating over and over
Beheaded from the boulder
Of the mountains of a fleshly fright
Where fate has killed me in a salacious spite
Murdered on a Corvus night
Suicide the culprit
On a Corvus night
Dead and gone
In redundancies arms
No longer taking flight
Death more revered in a darkened strife
Stuck inside the cadence of a hybrid poltergeist
Possessed by the alluring nature of a Succubus’s bite
Stuck inside the wrong sphere of a Corvus Night
Stuck inside the deceiving sphere of a Corvus Night
Hell is my new frontier
As I try to fly to the dimming light
To the journey to a Heavenly Corvus Night
Where all fly free of torment’s vice
Hopeful on a Corvus Night
Hopeful on a Corvus Night
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/13/11
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Embracing the Dreams of a Hopeful Love
I want to bathe
In the dew of your heart
The rose of your soul
The nature of your beauty
Your love as a whole
I want to comfort you
Warmly and secure
Holding you strongly
In these very arms
Gripping tightly, forming a love cocoon
Metamorphosing into a flying grace
As I proclaim this forest
The forest of all romantic dreams
Dreams, Yes, Dreams
So many come and go
Many leave for good
Yet, I still treasure yours
When I dream into the day
And straight into the night
Come to these peeks
Light them up with enlightened delight
Possess your beauty inside these festering inflictions
Give me hope, Give me knowledge
Just give me an atmosphere
That makes these worries go away
Oh, This anxiety dreadful
Walk me into the light
Shine your ethereal aura onto me
Let us love beyond the days and nights
I want to bathe
In the dew of your heart
The rose of your soul
The nature of your beauty
Your love as a whole
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/9/11
In the dew of your heart
The rose of your soul
The nature of your beauty
Your love as a whole
I want to comfort you
Warmly and secure
Holding you strongly
In these very arms
Gripping tightly, forming a love cocoon
Metamorphosing into a flying grace
As I proclaim this forest
The forest of all romantic dreams
Dreams, Yes, Dreams
So many come and go
Many leave for good
Yet, I still treasure yours
When I dream into the day
And straight into the night
Come to these peeks
Light them up with enlightened delight
Possess your beauty inside these festering inflictions
Give me hope, Give me knowledge
Just give me an atmosphere
That makes these worries go away
Oh, This anxiety dreadful
Walk me into the light
Shine your ethereal aura onto me
Let us love beyond the days and nights
I want to bathe
In the dew of your heart
The rose of your soul
The nature of your beauty
Your love as a whole
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/9/11
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Helpless Romantic in a Cold Hearted World
I died of loneliness
Yet I grave walk amongst the dread
Feeling the coldness of this mourning
Inside the paradox of a fortress built maze
Known as my head
Why do you wear this mask?
Why do you hide from me?
Yet, You gave me the key to your communication
Only to never answer the call
I died again
From those festering rings
The familiarity that plagues this mind
In the emptiness of wondering
Why Ghosts expire
Why, Why this again?
What did I ever do wrong?
Just wanted to heal from your voice
Now these ears deafen to the void
That comes chastising through
Oh the things I would of said
The things I would have done
Yet here we are in a time
Where romance, love is being raped
Becoming obsolete for those worthy
Of fighting for it
So why does this not surprise me anymore?
Love is dead, Love is fucking itself dead
Love is dead
Love is now a necrophilia
To frown upon
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/6/11
Yet I grave walk amongst the dread
Feeling the coldness of this mourning
Inside the paradox of a fortress built maze
Known as my head
Why do you wear this mask?
Why do you hide from me?
Yet, You gave me the key to your communication
Only to never answer the call
I died again
From those festering rings
The familiarity that plagues this mind
In the emptiness of wondering
Why Ghosts expire
Why, Why this again?
What did I ever do wrong?
Just wanted to heal from your voice
Now these ears deafen to the void
That comes chastising through
Oh the things I would of said
The things I would have done
Yet here we are in a time
Where romance, love is being raped
Becoming obsolete for those worthy
Of fighting for it
So why does this not surprise me anymore?
Love is dead, Love is fucking itself dead
Love is dead
Love is now a necrophilia
To frown upon
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/6/11
Saturday, March 5, 2011
To the Bumming Sea of a Town's Hypocrisy
Kiss these inflictions
No more local frustrations
Dead of the coldness
Frozen with emotions
Cannot function
With these false illusions ahead
It’s all a lie
The hope for more
Bridge incomplete
Wanting to travel afar
Far away, Way far away
For at least a hasting moment
I have no normalcy
Yet, I never proclaimed myself any label at all
Clinging under the icy stars
Dreaming of flying
Higher than ever
Defying life
And the misery of hopeless living
Truth come here
Slam right into my face
Cut open these once embattled scars
Please, Oh please let me bleed
Put these crimson tears
Inside your bottomless cup
Splendor life besides me
Run warmth within this heart
And salvation
It shall turn me inside out
Showing this world my inner emotions
Getting them out for the sake of my life
Oh, Love, Blessed love, Don’t be a stranger
Be the wings that flies me beyond the times
Why does it always have to be a bad ending for those who dream?
And the beginning for those who vanquish those very dreams?
In a bummer town
Where even the Sea Battles
To destroy all local love away
My spirit still remains strong
No one shall beat me with their hypocrisy, No one
I love the atmosphere, the nature for which I live
And nothing will ever take that away
Nothing, Nobody will ever take that away
I love the skies, The clouds and the Sea, Everything of nature in fact
Hypocrisy? That thing will never win against me, Never, Never, Never
My will and fortitude will always win in the end
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/5/11
No more local frustrations
Dead of the coldness
Frozen with emotions
Cannot function
With these false illusions ahead
It’s all a lie
The hope for more
Bridge incomplete
Wanting to travel afar
Far away, Way far away
For at least a hasting moment
I have no normalcy
Yet, I never proclaimed myself any label at all
Clinging under the icy stars
Dreaming of flying
Higher than ever
Defying life
And the misery of hopeless living
Truth come here
Slam right into my face
Cut open these once embattled scars
Please, Oh please let me bleed
Put these crimson tears
Inside your bottomless cup
Splendor life besides me
Run warmth within this heart
And salvation
It shall turn me inside out
Showing this world my inner emotions
Getting them out for the sake of my life
Oh, Love, Blessed love, Don’t be a stranger
Be the wings that flies me beyond the times
Why does it always have to be a bad ending for those who dream?
And the beginning for those who vanquish those very dreams?
In a bummer town
Where even the Sea Battles
To destroy all local love away
My spirit still remains strong
No one shall beat me with their hypocrisy, No one
I love the atmosphere, the nature for which I live
And nothing will ever take that away
Nothing, Nobody will ever take that away
I love the skies, The clouds and the Sea, Everything of nature in fact
Hypocrisy? That thing will never win against me, Never, Never, Never
My will and fortitude will always win in the end
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/5/11
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