Warping into a Long Winding Confusion

This is long, Long indeed!. It may be way too different for someones taste. I just get bored sometimes and just want to try something different. Well here it is.


A montage of my destruction plays
Grotesque sceneries begin to loom
Stuck inside this soul set ablaze
As pity overshadows this pride’s unforeseeable state
Quickening this impending doom
To the speed of oblivion

Burning flesh
Lava waterfalls of sweat
Unbearable anxiety
Razorblade mentality inspired by calamity
Self seething insights viciously circled
In a crowd of suffocating chaos
Perceived by dreams hung dry
Dyed by the blackness’s deceiving guise
Possession of rhymes wilted deception
Finding the cause of harm
The Even form of society’s design

And then I pray for an uneven up rise
I plead for a dyslexic stand
Creating a path with this ink laden hand
Striving to cause substance of an abnormal cadence
Fueled by the muse in awe of oddity’s even slaying feat
Trying and trying. Fighting with the miles
Till all is completely odd, Evenly dissolved

Astral projection
Flying highly beyond this planetary host
Seeing improvement. Seeing even a smile
Recollected, All should be alright
As dreams become stronger by each day
As I delve deeper in the night

A montage of my happiness plays
Right in front of this oddity’s vision
Soul set free, Full of belief
Winning against my negative self
As pity becomes slowly vanquished by pride
Even dies for the normalcy of it’s blatant tyranny
That tried to make me stand in a slaving line

Soothing sensations, This flesh captivated in relaxation
Feeling a cool gentle breeze kiss upon my skin
Peacefully satisfied, Knocked to these knees
In the new magical kingdom where I am uninhibitedly pleased

Floating above grace
Laughing with joy
Solidifying my beast with beauty
Feeling young again
In the grasp of a nightmare’s dreaming
Being one with myself
Flying for a disenchanting enchantment abnormally achieving

Prayers slowly answered
Blushingly smiling upon the skies
Flying even higher
Well above these once lowered expectations

Another scene of my life ends
Tragedy never breaks but bends
Another venture begins
Strengthening this character for better endeavors

Metaphoric body of armor protecting me from the sword of denial
As I stand on a plateau looking down at my past

Profoundly drenched with my own personal tasks
Blood, sweat and tears I so proudly wear
In the waking hours of my faith repaired

What shall be next?
Producing more confusion
Within the scenes of a blatant illusion
Raw innovation captivated for modest intentions
Rising above these personal challenges
Mentally bending intellect for lasting impressions

This is my life story, Unfinished
Always striving for improvement
Sequels of a recollected amassing
Ethereal lights, Red passions basking
In the green lit hills of visionary grace
Envisions of love self reinventing to a source of exquisite taste

This reflection called my existence
Shall never end
Every fictional/non fictional genre shall rejoice within
Breeding new ventures, Breeding new life
In the musing of this natural nature of unnatural bliss

Imperfect I am
Far from a masterpiece indeed
But flaws are the greatest achievements
For this very character to supersede
All personal expectations

For my love, For my devotion
I shall find some wings
As I learn to fly
On the astral plane for a better tomorrow

Oh, May all of these montages combine
As I help make a difference
To myself and those who care
For the love and honor
In the hopes of everlasting achievements
Growing souls of a heart filled allegiance
Where all will be one with happiness and joy
How is that for a mental picture?
Frustrated yet?
Oh, How I have fun with this simple thing called confusion
Is it real? Or was this all just an illusion?


Who said everything had to make sense anyways?
Here is my angst to the artistic crime lords of life


Do I get an A weird?

My Night Shambles on




Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
8/14/11

Poetry in Unorginized Notion

Emptiness, I am me
Who are you?
Confused by forgetful ambiences
As backs become turned
And the sky becomes voided
By a culture vast in particular illusion
Seizing each incarnation
Of what makes them believe
In what makes them breathe
As I drown into osmosis
In a state of coldness
Calculating zero lung caving responses, Deluged

The Ravens fly
Dreaming of flocks united by the misconstrued
Through the clouds of sorrow
As our wings become fused together in infernal fasting
Of a hunger we once knew
Touching the ground
Evolving into broken promises
As I awaken to the chilling of cold shoulders

Humans laugh
And where am I?
Dying my heart fooled
Into a blackened oblivion
Invisible to visible quests ahead

Who are these miscellaneous muses?
They clique so well
As they breed joy across patted backs
With warm hugs to an applauding standstill

Barren transactions
Burning these pages
To scathing bookmarks
As I regurgitate all of these ashes
Turning them all into verses
Sung by the screams of voiceless music

The art of influential tasks reinstated
To confuse the masses
Contrived to disapprove
Because different is scary
And normal seems so safe and sincere

All I know is fate keeps beckoning me back
Into its fall from disgrace
Where words have an unidentified face

In the end
All I ask in life
Is where I am now?
Please, fill me in

Not many get me, perhaps?
And that is alright


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
10/30/10