Seizing dreamy eyes
In the warmness of my heart
Feeling the solacing sun rise
As it beams across this cerebral smile
Ah, Dream Woman
Angel of desire
Sunshine eloping
Amongst natures nostalgic settings
Sentimental even in slumber
These fantasies never need be wakened
I love you
So earnest you are
Never fixated with attention
Honest as can be
Always speaking your mind
Never lending it for an egotistical fee
Strong Woman
Willpower so surreal
Amazing free gliding heart
Pumping to the sounds of the Heavens
As Angel’s fly around in cordial massing harmony
Safe, So safe
Only in these dreams
Warping nexus of grace
As if all time stands still
For greater moments ahead
Oh. Dream Woman
Angel of desire
Grab a hold of me
And lift me into the stars
Take me away
Far away from reality
Where dreams never fade away
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/29/10
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Book of a Macabre Liaison
Voyeurs not readers
Worshipping skin
Of where lust begins
Stuck in-between pages
As hormones rage on
Against the grain of aspiration
Cataclysmic art
Beware of the disease foddering mold
Desperate for attention
For those without a thought of their own
Ah, A book of flesh created
Published with devious blood
Demonized to the public
By seedy eyes
Planting walking euthanasia
Oh, Do you see it?
The line to mental collapse adorations
Peer to the front
And see how pathetic they look
Captured by the seduction of lust
They saw the cover
Already made up their minds
Worshipped without reading
Only to become the portal
To a realm of a new pandemic suffrage
Aligned to the list that corrosively binds
Now they are each dying word
For those who can now read their demise
As the ink is made of genocide
Swallowed by the fiery hour glass of eternity
Their pain extends
Beyond what our own imaginations
Could ever defy
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/28/10
Worshipping skin
Of where lust begins
Stuck in-between pages
As hormones rage on
Against the grain of aspiration
Cataclysmic art
Beware of the disease foddering mold
Desperate for attention
For those without a thought of their own
Ah, A book of flesh created
Published with devious blood
Demonized to the public
By seedy eyes
Planting walking euthanasia
Oh, Do you see it?
The line to mental collapse adorations
Peer to the front
And see how pathetic they look
Captured by the seduction of lust
They saw the cover
Already made up their minds
Worshipped without reading
Only to become the portal
To a realm of a new pandemic suffrage
Aligned to the list that corrosively binds
Now they are each dying word
For those who can now read their demise
As the ink is made of genocide
Swallowed by the fiery hour glass of eternity
Their pain extends
Beyond what our own imaginations
Could ever defy
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/28/10
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Little Girl
I can see through you, Little Girl
And your deceiving lies
The ego line you embellish
To feed your overindulgent pride
Ah, All the guys turn to sheep
Enchanted with their lustful eyes
Only thinking of one thing, Sex
But you know that
And use it against them
As the biggest kiss ups win
When you tell them to jump
As they ask how high?
It’s pathetic, Sad really
As your shallowness shines
Upon a one cent ego trip
Made by the virtue of your unbridled eyes
You raped it
All true respect real people give
Now look at you
Not grown up, But growing down
In a world where you play make believe
Ah, Same fake faces. Same ego trips
There is no such thing as reality
In this fictional fantasy world you live in
Still, I know deep down
There is still real love deep inside you
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/27/10
And your deceiving lies
The ego line you embellish
To feed your overindulgent pride
Ah, All the guys turn to sheep
Enchanted with their lustful eyes
Only thinking of one thing, Sex
But you know that
And use it against them
As the biggest kiss ups win
When you tell them to jump
As they ask how high?
It’s pathetic, Sad really
As your shallowness shines
Upon a one cent ego trip
Made by the virtue of your unbridled eyes
You raped it
All true respect real people give
Now look at you
Not grown up, But growing down
In a world where you play make believe
Ah, Same fake faces. Same ego trips
There is no such thing as reality
In this fictional fantasy world you live in
Still, I know deep down
There is still real love deep inside you
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/27/10
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Vanity's Calamity and it's Markmanship Ways
I took a bullet for love
Straight to the heart
As the shrapnel
Traveled into my mind
I am sick of this line
This ego stroking line
Always behind
Just shows how foolish I can be
Just that I see beauty differently
Even admire it’s flaws and all
Respecting those who rise above it
To truly be who they are
While laying their heart down like a welcome mat
Oh, But in the foul stench of life
There are those
Who rub their fecal feet on that mat
Sniffing the aroma
As if it was Heaven to them
They give the wrong attention
For fictional dreams ahead
So they can enslave them
With their lustful eyes
Hey, Would they give them the time
If they did not find them attractive?
Or if they were poor?
..
In time, We all meet our truth
Finding out the lies we may have lived
But it is those
Who take others down with them
That makes me feel such extreme pain
Yes, I can be sensitive
But at least I can feel
The reality for which is fake
Or what is real
Does my heart count for something?
Ride through it and feel it’s truth
As my mind shall shine
Over your most beautiful soul
Fixing all that is all broken
But first tell me
Do I even exist?
Or am I just a pawn
In your ego stricken life?
Please, Tell me the truth
Love, Where do I stand?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/24/10
Straight to the heart
As the shrapnel
Traveled into my mind
I am sick of this line
This ego stroking line
Always behind
Just shows how foolish I can be
Just that I see beauty differently
Even admire it’s flaws and all
Respecting those who rise above it
To truly be who they are
While laying their heart down like a welcome mat
Oh, But in the foul stench of life
There are those
Who rub their fecal feet on that mat
Sniffing the aroma
As if it was Heaven to them
They give the wrong attention
For fictional dreams ahead
So they can enslave them
With their lustful eyes
Hey, Would they give them the time
If they did not find them attractive?
Or if they were poor?
..
In time, We all meet our truth
Finding out the lies we may have lived
But it is those
Who take others down with them
That makes me feel such extreme pain
Yes, I can be sensitive
But at least I can feel
The reality for which is fake
Or what is real
Does my heart count for something?
Ride through it and feel it’s truth
As my mind shall shine
Over your most beautiful soul
Fixing all that is all broken
But first tell me
Do I even exist?
Or am I just a pawn
In your ego stricken life?
Please, Tell me the truth
Love, Where do I stand?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/24/10
Strolling Through Society's Desolution
Time going by
Feeling alone
Like a restless Ghost
Haunting the daily miles I roam
I can feel the wind
As it hits my face
How can that be?
The dead cannot feel
Ah, Misery sets in
Mind running fast
Stress grows
How long will this last?
“What is my mission in life?”
“I thought I knew
But I was wrong”
Oh, How I give out my heart
With everything I could ever give
Seems never good enough
In this world I supposedly live
Alienated, But I must go on
If not accepted
Must venture even further
In a realm
Where I can feel at peace, Deceased
Life, Why have you forsaken me?
Oh, If only I had wings
But wingless I will go on
Yet, Was I even alive?
Anyone out there?
At least respect that at one time I did exist
I always noticed you, Did they?
What is loyalty anyways?
I thought I knew
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/24/10
Feeling alone
Like a restless Ghost
Haunting the daily miles I roam
I can feel the wind
As it hits my face
How can that be?
The dead cannot feel
Ah, Misery sets in
Mind running fast
Stress grows
How long will this last?
“What is my mission in life?”
“I thought I knew
But I was wrong”
Oh, How I give out my heart
With everything I could ever give
Seems never good enough
In this world I supposedly live
Alienated, But I must go on
If not accepted
Must venture even further
In a realm
Where I can feel at peace, Deceased
Life, Why have you forsaken me?
Oh, If only I had wings
But wingless I will go on
Yet, Was I even alive?
Anyone out there?
At least respect that at one time I did exist
I always noticed you, Did they?
What is loyalty anyways?
I thought I knew
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/24/10
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The Organic Chaos of a Fragmented Heart
Fragmented heart
Schismatic unsettling
Reintroduced to Chaos
Raining razor blood malice
On a venture
To a cold morbid place
Sinking, Sinking
Trying to save itself from demise
Stitches unravel
Turning into blackened canals
Flowing together
In unloved nuisance
Ah, Disaster, Disaster
All destroyed
Shrapnel remains
For those without pity
To belligerently step on
Who was the barer of this heart?
Was it me?
Or do I feel
The pain, Anguish
Of someone I care for dearly?
For just once
Look inside my heart and see for yourself
Ah, Isn’t tragedy beautiful?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/20/10
Schismatic unsettling
Reintroduced to Chaos
Raining razor blood malice
On a venture
To a cold morbid place
Sinking, Sinking
Trying to save itself from demise
Stitches unravel
Turning into blackened canals
Flowing together
In unloved nuisance
Ah, Disaster, Disaster
All destroyed
Shrapnel remains
For those without pity
To belligerently step on
Who was the barer of this heart?
Was it me?
Or do I feel
The pain, Anguish
Of someone I care for dearly?
For just once
Look inside my heart and see for yourself
Ah, Isn’t tragedy beautiful?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/20/10
Inspiration of Such Sweet Beautiful Salvation
Oh, How your art
Has dearly become uplifting
Sketches to lines
Drawings to Words
Glorious as a muse
Ah, Such exuberance in design
Ah, Letting your heart flow
No matter how it feels
Braving the storm
In celebration of all artistic journeys
See, I respect that greatly
You are not like the rest
Innovation to the core
Creating your own universe
A Universe that parcels all on it’s own
And the cosmos rejoice
The very ones inside your heart, Mind and soul
Universal harmony
As the stars of love shine
Oh, How I adore you
No matter where we stand
Just always know I am right there
My spirit dedicated
To what dreams of yours
You wish to be fulfilled
You are never like them
Your ego is not always fixated to grow
Just your heart, Mind and soul
And know
Whatever is needed
I will always try
Try being your life supply
It’s all in the epiphany I call love
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
Has dearly become uplifting
Sketches to lines
Drawings to Words
Glorious as a muse
Ah, Such exuberance in design
Ah, Letting your heart flow
No matter how it feels
Braving the storm
In celebration of all artistic journeys
See, I respect that greatly
You are not like the rest
Innovation to the core
Creating your own universe
A Universe that parcels all on it’s own
And the cosmos rejoice
The very ones inside your heart, Mind and soul
Universal harmony
As the stars of love shine
Oh, How I adore you
No matter where we stand
Just always know I am right there
My spirit dedicated
To what dreams of yours
You wish to be fulfilled
You are never like them
Your ego is not always fixated to grow
Just your heart, Mind and soul
And know
Whatever is needed
I will always try
Try being your life supply
It’s all in the epiphany I call love
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
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