Poetic Salvation

When alone
Feeling left out in the cold
I have words, Words
Within this heart’s hopeful burning
Canalizing these thick dramatic sensations

Loneliness can kill
A dream within a soul
Rendering it out of control
By words
Passionate words forming
Into the imagery of emotional transcendence
Flying up upon the clouds of gray harbored confessions

Rain, Rain
Tears falling down
Upon the paper’s inking welcome
Amassed by enduring confessions
Where ink and paper unite
For creative salvation

Oh, Not all important words are published
Some even take years to be noticed
While others are wound up being unnoticed
Becoming a remanence of a distant memory
Or perhaps clarity for better days ahead
In the heart’s blueprint of self reassurance

Ah, This is my testimony
My outreached cries of emotions
The scream that screams from these eyes
Traveling to the muse of my own design

My love, My passion
Shall forever live on
Even if it hurts me badly
These words shall personally live strong

And when my body dies and withers away
These words shall empower this legacy
Even if I was to be unnoticed
This shall always be my identity
My history of life within
The marking of my own traditional off springing

My call, My everything
Shall be eternal in this spirit
Either if I dwell in forgotten tragedy
Or bask in my own personal history
I shall always be proud of what I have done

It’s all up to me to make my own peace
Within the graces of my own harmony
As every last part of this creativity
Will always be the essence that makes me be
That makes me bleed, Diligently

Do I take it way too serious?
Perhaps, But when someone takes pride in something
It becomes everything they would want it to be
In the hopeful encounters of a ever longing dream

Sung, Unsung
I shall always have fame within
In the humble humility
Of my own soul searching
In the grasping of my own higher learning

Poetic salvation
Now that is my religion


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
5/9/11