The multitude of your love
Would be a quake of epic proportions
Aftershocks after aftershocks
Beyond the ground shaking grace
Forming fissures
Of lava heart resurrections
On the rebuilding of a mile high conception
Where our infatuation
Breeds upon
The climbing of a brand new awakening
In the hills reshaping
Forming together in one giant singular mountain
That towers over any illogical expectation
And the volcanic erosions
Spew out smoke of inner frustration
A plague of stomach knotting destitution
The conflict of a war blown correlation
In the tears that chokes us into emotional strangulation
Suffocating all common sense
Via rogue killing coordination
Journeying to a dubious dead end temptation
Oh, Looking up to the sky
Asking why, Why, Why?
I can look down without care
But as I look up to the open air
I fear for the sky
Toppling over these dreams of a limited elevation
Population just me in this whole thought procession
As you fly off to the plains
Of hail storm insanity
The drama that makes you worst, Weaker
Than ever before
I see you from here to over there
Within the fields of barren care
As you are harvested for lurid deception
In the black and white
Thumping resurgence of putrid allegiance
Washed in the thoughts
Of forgetting your own true identity
Locked in the box of an ignorant destitution
Cloned by the pollution of a soiled illusion
You could not breathe strongly into these very heights
So you let the breathless knock you down
Never taking in these honest words
From the heart of my own integrity
Something I honor to my own death
Something you flung from high above
Only to crash
Creating a hole visible
To the void of all blinding visions
Hearing your modest cries for attention
Then your rejecting mind warping to alienation
Sends tornadoes to this hopeless peripheral tormenting
Over the horizon of a cold shoulder slipping
Crashing down into the middle ground’s manipulation
I loved the paradise of your inner abode
The beauty, The flaws, I loved it all
The multitude of your love
Never even existed
You saw me as the sudden lover
Of a seasonal romancing of dreamy glitches
It never was, So it would never be
All is good
As your spirit is enslaved
While mine is free
What was once painful
Is now the greatest of hope
In the aspirations of all of my dreamy fulfillments
And as I say this all
The truth of the matter is
I hope your life is beyond worth living
I thought I wanted you again
But I only wanted the resurging feelings of being truly loved again
Something I have not felt in what seems a very longtime
I would probably want to be loved again
Someday, Somehow
But for now
Nothing will ever, ever
Weigh me down
Not love, Not anything
I am happy
Just being where I am
In life
I am the master of my own domain
And this makes for a journey ever so worth exploring
Yet, My heart is still open
Exclusively for the one
Who shall open the doors
To the dreams of it’s own epitomized awakening
Into the epiphany of all things natural and internally free
Accept me
For who I am
For I am someone
Who will always do the best
In the honor of your love’s partaking
This is my dream
Would you like to dream with me?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
5/24/11
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The Evolution of a Loving Fulfillment
Labels:
Clueless Love,
Fulfillment,
Of a Loving,
Poetry,
Real love,
The Evolution
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