The Quest for the Innovation of a better Tomorrow

Feel the lights
From the dancing sprite
Disconnected from spiritual chaos
Floating in the sky, Way up high
Never coming down
To the dread below
As the “living” becomes
It’s nemesis, It’s foe
Slowly taking fantasy down to a sullen level

Orbiting the earth
In multi colored harmony
Dancing distantly upon the serene breeze
Becoming a dream to uncharted eyes
Yet also a mirage to skeptical savagery
As the Elves, Fairies, Pixies, Gnomes cry for balance
Wanting everything to change to equal spirituality

And the flesh wages war on the soul
The soul just wants to be let go
Crying for the Sprite to save them
Lost inside, Feeling worthless
Feeling useless, No direction, Just too forgone
Trapped within the hell the stars have been burnt into

Both try to unify, transform
Into the astral projection of salvation’s meditation
But low and behold
The skins diabolical jealousy
Scorches a hole between them
With scorning eyes of illogical tyranny
As the ire of hypocrisy dances on

Restless spirits enslaved
By the skin’s disarray
Harbored in the fog of a gloomy daze
Losing faith within it’s reasons

And then they fight
The flesh pits them against each other
Turning them into gray clouds
Reigning hatred against society
As they soil their Mother with their chemical imbalances
Making her feel sick and rejected

Vile and ravaged
Turning the temperature up
To the brink of a clueless vindication
Vengeance shredding black upon the innocent souls
As they all feel betrayed
By the faith that has forsaken them

Mass murder to suicide
Taking the flesh down, Taking herself away
Nothing remains, Resources drained
Turned into the black hole’s residue

What have we become?
Dreams are deemed pathetic
By the chain wearing, Gag reflexes
Of their own fetish for doom
As Earth becomes the dungeon for the exobitionists
Whipping each other asking for more
In a Genesis rewound for guilty pleasures

And when the enlightened flesh slowly awakes and wants change
The oblivious ask why
Bullies them into submission
As their soul remains demised
Lost in the line of clueless endeavors
Becoming zombies
In the lusting of denial

Feel the dark
Of the dismal plight
As the polluted poltergeists form together
In the massing of discontenting abysmal fretting
Putting the razorblade shaped pieces together
In the form of an enslaved fury

One can never think for themselves
One can never have an open air of mental minding thoughts
Because the monopoly of the close minded
Will alienate the endangered souls from unifying
Conquering them as quick as the blink of a warp speeding eye

So many die
Trying to get by
Struggling to new frontiers, Dimensions
Paving their way to innovation
Only to be killed by the philosophy of ignorance itself
Well unless their flesh is desired
For the lusting of all mankind
Then it’s a slow death of character

But this very soul flies high
Staying alive
Traveling well beyond the times
Looking for a better tomorrow
Or a tomorrow after that

All in all this is my own soul
And that is something they will never take from me
I would rather die free, Than live without any dignity
And there you have it. My own personal beliefs

My soul will always live on
Venturing out into peace, love and harmony
Keeping myself humble
In this journey that shall never be complete

I believe in the impossible . Yes, I believe indeed
As the world we live in now is the tedious folklore
Twisted by mankind’s deceit

The past, The future is beyond the spirituality
Of the present’s oppression
Destroying the dreams we were meant to keep

The innovation of our souls
Shall guide our universal imagination
Straight into the muse of our own indigenous dwelling
Keeping us away from the shallowness that creeps deceit

No longer shall we let the deceivers make us weep



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
6/28/11