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I’m shapeless yet curvy
Merely cannot circle around sense
Squaring off against an octagon
Rectangular dysfunction
No time to wear
A pendulum shifting
Anywhere but nowhere here

Sun is gone
Gray says it all, too brightly
Wrong is sung in silence
But a rightful place
Is left in a Nomad’s center residential
Home sweet honing in homeless owners

Confusion’s conclusions
Parallels still winds
Blowing lively through
A busy valley, A graveyard’s youth
A sedated sickly community full of healthy hope

Distance is closer
Local is further
Down the spiral of peaking hours
Bestowing stubborn gratuities
Marching fifty miles an hour

Tipsy recoveries
Intoxicatingly sober
Drunk on the wagon
Sobriety’s clean image clear
As pureness dirties up the scene

Bi polarized into psychological cleansing
Sane with these voices in my head
Crazy are those who don’t hear them

If you make too much sense of this
Your head is bound to explode
Becoming it’s own big bang theory
Of endless tedious lethargically
energized thought processions
Pondering without exploration’s
Exploitation that keeps privately to itself

Thinking is great
But over thinking
What would that achieve?
Watching life pass on by

My honor is ever sending
I am gracefully flawed to the core
Perfection is such a bore
Come forth resurrect confusion
And may the adventure begin

Welcome to this paradox’s universal contradiction
Where Pandora becomes flustered with joyful grief


You may now enter the exit inside this very conclusive illusion



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II

Confucius's Suicide Ransom Note for Hope

Recycled words used out of context
From eyes that differ in taste
Yet, With hypocrisy’s influence
They copy it
For their righteous journeys
Into the depths of unoriginal waste
-
Embrace originality
Innovate yourself
Upon different journeys ahead
Trust your own inner strength
Be one with the positive energy
That flows rebelliously with great stride
-
Drawn like flies
To a scene accustomed to doom
Living inside a rotten apple
The plague of Eden’s strife
Inspired by the intuition
Of the snake’s twisted words

Then comes the eradication
Of different opinions
That were deemed inadmissible
By the court’s Jesters
Crowned kings of their own propaganda
Rulers of their own self serving ways

And the Rat screams out loud
Says the snake wants to eat him
But low and behold
The serpent is truly a vegetarian
But he does not look like them
So who would believe
In something proclaimed as unusual?

This is no sacrilegious statement
No religious scorn here
Just honoring sacred words destroyed
Burnt to the stake their witching hours
Erased from this world
Where their history was eradicated
For a cause paved by tyranny
Passed by mere mortal men

People wonder why people live in misery
People wonder why people are always happy
No matter how much we argue with ourselves
We are in the same world
Trying to adapt with the souls
Of our own and others before and after us

Some are shunned, Some are embraced
The world is still way too young
Still taking baby steps
To the knowledge that is out there
Way beyond our current comprehensions

Yet, I could not have it any other way
Things could get worst, Will probably get worst
But that will make the future better than ever before

We always have to have the bad before the good
That is what makes us stronger every single day
-

We have our own methods
Together to alone
That is something
Even I must always know
-

Be different
But respect others
And where they come from
Even I must learn from that




Written By,
James Darwin Smith II

Out of Place

Dying right now
In mental decay
Thoughts spinning
In a cycle
Of distant delirium

Don’t want to be seen this way
So I hide away
Keeping myself
From sharing this agony

Pathetic I feel
As I hold this knife of emotions
Trying to kill this mind
Slowly but painfully

Crying inside
But outside everything is just fine
I was always a great actor
In this play called life

I don’t need pity
Just dealing with mine alone is pathetic
Dying to get by
In this hope I wish to encounter

I do have strength
Willpower as well
But it tires me out
Making sadder times ahead
But I still get by

Sorry I am not able to stay
Mingle and do my part
But my mind
Is going too fast
For me to comprehend anything

But this won’t last
And all will be alright
This is nothing
I will soon destroy this for good

But as for now
I am feeling so damn out of place



Jim

My Shew Collection

If you were in my shoes
I’d say, Hey, Those are mine!
Get a pair of your own
I need to do a lot more walking!

Who am I?
Perhaps not who you think
Ask me the questions
The life interview questions
And find out
These answers are not of
What many would consider “ordinary”
So asker beware

Does that scare you?
Well perhaps that is where you fail
And here you though that
I was the only one being tested
Never was good at driving on
One way streets
Mainly those that say wrong way

Then again….
Never cared for driving anyhow
Highways, just too crowded
Byways are what keeps my dreams complete

Confused? Welcome to the club
Though my club is a metaphor
That smacks out reality
As your club is the kind
Where people try fitting in
Being facades even in their own minds

Was never good with crowds
Anti social, Mind was always full of thoughts
That either nailed me to my own cross of personal torture
Or set me free to travel anywhere I please
Oh, the power of mentality

But I do admit
I have a vivid imagination
Have done so much
When doing nothing at all

But I try
As I walk the many miles in these shoes
Finding the right path for enlightenment
Towards a life anew

Do I have a redundant style?
Sure hope not
What is the fun in that?
My shoes are not the fancy kind
Just ones that keep me on the move

Still confused?
Ponder on, Ponder on
These words were not meant to be technical
I consider them to be freed
But that is just me

Be yourself
That is who you should thrive to be
Walk far on your very own shoes
Thriving to walk beyond even your own limited feat



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II

My Friend Anxiety

Oh my friend anxiety
Loyalty to the enigmatic core
Putting so much into this relationship
Always being there, Doing everything
And doing even more

Through the pain, The fear, The sadness, The madness
You have been the gun lodged inside my mouth
You have been razor pressed upon my wrist
The strangulation that has hindered my breathing
The dead end that kept me from ever achieving
The ambitions that bled into sorrow’s gloating abasement

So much you have done
In this very life I live
Helped me miss many opportunities
Motivated me to shy away in my shadowed existence

Anxiety, The thoughts you put in this head
All of the doubt, All of the negative notions, All the hopelessness
How you Helped me give up any hope
As I gave my best, As you gave your worst

Oh the security of doubt
How safe you made me feel
Hidden from this very world
Muting the sounds I wanted to let out
Oh, How I thank you
With my burning heart of mistrust

I always loved
How you made me look in the mirror
In the utter disgust of what I was seeing
As if my face was scarred with your own disapproval
The reflection of what you could never accept
Always being blunt, Telling me how ugly I was
Thank you, Your charm always went such a long way
Confusion is such a beautiful thing

Oh, Anxiety
I always loved the way you made me complain
As you were always messing with my head
Making me care about such small trivial things
Oh, How dearly I am in your debt
How could I ever repay you?

Even inspired me to be over medicated
Making me once lazy and always tired
But I gave up on that
Yet, You still laughed
Because you knew you always had me at zero

Thank you for the walls
Thank you for helping me fear for my future
Giving such cold words
To an already frozen state of being

Anxiety, Someday you will go away for good
As you are no longer welcome here
Our relationship seemed always one sided
Quit stalking me, It’s time to move on

I never even wanted you
Just that you were always good at brainwashing
Controlling these thoughts that made me feel like a burden to the world

I have had enough of you
If you cannot leave me atleast treat me better
Or I will have to….. Kill you for good
I will still be alive in the hopes I go beyond
The memories of the things I let you do to me
To you I was so submissive, So submissive
And you always knew that was something
I was so dearly against

Anxiety, I would like to never see you again
Stay buried in the grave you tried sending down into
Goodbye friend, Enemy, Please go away for good

For you friend meant,
Fear regret indifference emptiness nothingness detachment

Anxiety, I can no longer live like that
Your existence was sickening
Taking me down into voids
I never want to see again

Go away anxiety, It’s time for me to live life like never before
Live it beyond even my own expectations

Yet, I know there is a giant foundation yet to be built
And I must build it with all my might
Giving everything I could ever give
Believing in every positive belief
Giving these dreams the heights
They have never flown before

But I shall make a promise to myself, A vow
That this very foundation will be built
And this anxiety will fade away
As it will never spread to anyone
Misery was the true existence
Of this anxiety, This metaphoric creature
That festered inside my very soul

Living life
I must live it as a whole



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
8/9/11

Away Sick

Complacent, Too complacent
Have to move around
Hate being stuck here
Hate feeling down
Halting to a metaphoric ailment
In this empty town
Grey, Depressing
And full of leper dreams

I came back
Now I want to go away again

Far away, So far away
Where modest arms hold me
And where over exposed egos never exist

Am I one of the many who hear the same words?
Words spreading around like fictional forest fires
That non fiction becomes seduced by?

Is it real?
Then why not just to me?
I am always glad to share
But for this once I want to know
If there is any meaning to it

Confusion, Confusion
Life can be such an illusion
Choosing and choosing
The right words wisely
Does anyone realize I cannot lie?
But saying that perhaps someone thinks I just lied
Go figure

This is surely a ramble
And a rant induced by incoherent rhythm
Unbalancing act by the scales of time
In the rising twins of warp speeding thoughts
Where the air gasps for its own logical heir abundances

Why are the best things so far away?
I just want to fly away
But to where?
Is there really a home sweet home?

I sure hate complaining but at times things do need to come out

Perhaps I can cast this out for good?



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

When Different Makes an Everlasting Impression

Who am I?
Why am I here?

Looking for another world
A world full of peace of mind
Thought provoking, Analyzing this body’s acceptance
As this soul plans it’s very own escape

Who are they?
What do they do?

I could never adapt
To the “Normal” life
Always riding a train to these thoughts
On a track that goes a different route
Trying to escape to paradise
Yet, Keeps going in circles
In this place I call paradox

Counted as an absentee to absence
To the statistics of normalcy
Was always good at disappearing
Invisibility a gift that keeps brooding

Thoughts go fast, Way fast
Actions only work when alone
Slow in a crowding achievement
Just a spectator watching others
Rejoice in their public affections

Who am I?
Why am I here?

This body changes
This soul still stays the same
Two fighting it out
For the right to pilot this vessel
Yet, neither of them ever seem to win

And then there are those
Who think what is easy for them
Should be easy for me
Sorry I don’t seem to be your type
Society, You always told me that
Could not accept it at one time
But now I love being incompatible with you

I am an alien
From a planet of thoughts so far away
Stuck on this rock ever tumbling
But I try to adapt. I try to adapt

This imagination travels
To the exploration of these dreams
Warring myself of this disease called negativity
Looking up to the sky
Pondering which constellation
Is truly my home abode

I will never know
Just have to adapt
And realize there are people
Who share that same sky with me

Stepping back, Relaxing
Philosophizing where the stars shall take me

Presently Serene
In this compatibility
Bittersweet in these enchanting elements
Where magic comes alive
Infinity times beyond

I am just me
Paving a legacy in this quest for knowledge
Never ceasing to learn in this adventure
Always accepting this body
So this soul can someday be justifiably freed

Don’t ever chastise me
For ever expressing myself differently
I see the flaws and embrace them with all of my devotion
This environment creates its own atmosphere
Thick in the air of my own creativity
Creativity in the air I so proudly breathe


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
7/1/11

Pub Licker

Before you read this. I have have nothing to do with these kinds of people. And I know there are great publishers out there who I have lots of respect for. So this is not in general whatsoever. And despite what I write here I do plan on being published someday.Oh and if you went or are going to college for writing that is awsome. This is not general on that it's to those who think they are mightier than anyone else because they went to college for creative writing or something. So here it is, Oh and there is an offensive bad word in this write so you are warned!....


Correct me if I’m write
Be the expert in this gray matter
Little do you realize these errors were meant to exist
Persistence upon enigmatic royalty
Flaws having purpose
Deeming fraudulence to your own made up tragedy

Edit your own inner belligerence
For you it’s just words after all
Just leave mine alone
Personal in these methods
In these expressions I bleed profoundly

I just don’t try getting by with just words
Putting so much substance, Sometimes subliminal messages into them
My poetic education is my own personal life venture, Sometimes my imaginative adventure
I will never go to college for something that inspires me to dream, to feel
Never changing for nothing
Keeping it all real
Teaching myself with my own heart, mind and soul

Proof read this all you want
Deny it of it’s substance
Tell me that I am not your kind
The kind the box embraces you within
It’s confines so limited in essence

Don’t call yourself an artist
If you must emerge yourself in a crowd
Ganging up with a mob like mentality
Building those up who worship your words
To tear those down
On the bottom of the pecking order
That is if they are not as obedient as the rest

I have always ignored your so called guidance
It was never the will of my own way
You are never satisfied with what I write
Because it was never as “good” for you and your friends
Who all write the same anyways

Rejection, Does not exist to me
I am my own publisher within
I will not pay you thousands of dollars
When I know you hate what I write
Though if you had my money you would call it brilliant

Anyhow, My back is turned to you
I blocked you of these thoughts
This is my final dedication to you
As you now cease to exist
In this free mind you could never influence

This took no effort to write
Maybe if I was your friend or
You had a crush on me
I could very well qualify
For your circle jerk club of false intent

Damn you are pathetic
Its just sad that not many see that
But be that as it may
I am happily writing for myself and others
And that is priceless to me
Don’t envy a mind that is free



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
6/23/11

Low Society

What have we become?
A world full of “righteousness”?
On the wrong spectrum of pride
Delving into depths of nothingness
Acting as if there is/was substance there

What have we become?
A species lost in emotions?
A world full of tabloid dreams?
Making good on others misfortune
Acting out their best dramatic scenes of oblivion

Oh, How so many love to see people rise
So they can knock them down, Oh, so far down
Straight down into society’s sewage
Throwing fecal words at them
Laughing like pompous rulers
Ruling the world with a urinated fist
Punching innocence in it’s once undefeated eyes

Oppression is manmade
Cutting hearts open, with a smile
As their ego wielding knife impales common sense
Deriving to the next generation in line
To march to the beat of the pauper’s drum
While awaiting for those to rise and then succumb
To the pity pattern cries
Of tragedy’s seduction
Where the victims lay ignored
Wallowing, Descending down
Into their very own personal
Six feet hole of chemical defeat

So now they, Society mourns
And the news can break in with
The story of the “weak”
Gloom sells , The media rejoices
In the sacrificial celebration
Of their sweeping week

Christmas comes whenever
They conjure it up with their own hypocrisy
But they are fed with the special gift of ratings
So they inspire for more

Damage is so very popular
When it never effects them

What have we become?
High tech cavemen with no direction
Or we would have destroyed this disease from spreading

Oh, How the truth hurts
But who wants honesty?
When it never sells
Not them. Why would they?
You can never discipline a spoiled rotten child

Society, How can you be so vile?



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
6/23/11

A Humbling Journey into Realism

I never missed the target
The target missed me
Feeling buoyant in these multi soaring dreams
Killing morose with my own destiny
Marking this territory at a priceless cost
Never being sold, Never being caught

Observer of pride's wicked lessons
Taught by irreverence’s mistakes
Casting pennies for these thoughts
Mind to mind, Sacrificial pride
Common sense dies, Long live metaphoric chaos
Built for those who ponder amusement
In the art of simplicity

And he who laughs last
Is the Joker’s assassin
Embellishing the drama
Calling a spade a spade
On the pairing of diamond’s rage
Never forever, Only for mere seconds
Imploring self proclamation of the star’s lunacy
On the lunar landing of terrorized sentiments
Proclaiming a judgment’s bluff with such roving arrogance
Dining out with denial’s fortitude

And the King of deception’s fraudulent eyes
Aces the mutated Queen’s honest intentions
Foiling the Jacks of all earnest trades
Empowering the greed of an elite conglomeration
Massaging the hands of tragic dwellings
As the Narcissist’s representation
Defiles the innocence of all humbled achievements

Creation becomes apparent
To the heir of a besmirching tyranny
Challenging the eyes twisted intent
The weakness of the unfortunate flower’s naive bloom

So did the artist write the masterpiece?
Or did the masterpiece write the artist?
Riding off into the sunset’s oblivion
Accessible to the solar flare’s intent of a gullible unity


But I was never harmed
Amused by the shrapnel that came through

Just a witness
To the starving artist’s murder
A writers block away
Sprayed by the bullets that ricocheted
The cries of a once proud moment
As reality scampers in
Fluent in karma’s brooding

Don’t look at me
I for one refused to ever participate
In that fake substance covered in doom

I am a realist honored by those who honor truth
Blessed by universe’s prospering sentiments
To the art that we all love, In the innovation
The directions that we ourselves choose

Peacefully soaking in this amazing beauty
That has made me a better person
Amongst this world of independent thinking
Where everyone wins
Where no one will ever lose

I am happy to say
I am in love with Poetic’s salvation
And that love remains strong
That love remains true

I am just me
The one who loves the realism that is you



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
6/19/11

Paradox

I have learned to cloak myself from the living
From the eyes of lost and found dreams
But at the same time
My eyes became blind of any hope
And this affliction became cured with disease

What if wrong was really right?
What if right was really wrong?
What if these feelings within had light?
Would the dark still shine right in?
Or would the light be the one that was dim?

Your guess is as good as mine
Or is your guess is a unfamiliar simile
Running rampant around chaos
Wondering what has become of nothing
Of an everyday occurrence
With lots of uneventful happenings

Don’t take this the wrong way
I am left with being right
Or right with being left?
To the north, south, East, West
Of a west eastern, North Southern
The depolarization of balanced direction

I’m just doing fine
But if I wasn’t
Would that be a crime?
A punishment of neglect
A void left looming over silence
And heads turning away?

With a perfectly imperfect unity
My universe becomes set in motion
Emotions thick as ever
Yet hidden in this black hole
Of dying stars secret constellation
Discovered by undiscovered exploration

But again
Thank you
I still am doing fine
Welcome to my heart
It has no price
Dive on through
Explore, Implore, Explore
Open and shut
Shut and open
Each of it’s astral doors
Hybrid of pure design

Body on earth
Mind in space
Spirit hunting flesh
Flesh hunting spirit
And this heart beats gracefully of stress

Destination paradox
Where nothing makes nonsense
While making sense of it all

A place where wonderland lays loathing in pity
Oblivious to any sort of motioned motionless sublime

I was impaled inside the looking glass
Thus I never looked back
I came from the looking glass
Now wonderland is painted black

My life was always a paradox
And the world is too normal to grasp



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
5/27/11

Formaldehyde, An Embalming Love Story

You say “You cannot understand”
I say I cannot understand
Why you give power
To the one you supposedly love
The one that makes you depressed
Only giving you minutes of happiness
In the rarest occasions

You say “I love him”
I say you are blind
You have been down that road
Far Too many times

What is love to you anyways?
Is it a cruel act of despair?
Feeding the greedy
Your passionate heart
While throwing your soul away
In the garbage of hapless memories

Oh, How beautiful you use to be
And I mean that in every inner to outer way
When your smile lit up any darkness
And warmed any coldness within

But as each guy ruins your life
Your emotions become dimmed
With the gray matters of shrapnel thinking
As you become
The piece of their mental slavery games
And when they are done with you
They no longer have you in their thoughts
Yet, You seem to always think about them
As you become the monster of their own creation

Oh, But a nice guy
He will occasionally come by
Someone you can feed your misery to
Using the very games you learned to play
Making them bitter cold in the end
Feeling hopelessly lost
Tossed and buried
Dead and gone

Oh, This disease is a terrible one
Makes love go mad. Rubber room mad
To an evolution of psychosis
Building a schizophrenic community
In the regions of hearts freezing over

Welcome to the dark ages of love
I am here to help it shine again
Through the battle scars within these dreams

I shall help this heart mend
I shall help other hearts mend

Love it still exists
It exists indeed
Seen it with my very own eyes
But the majority of it
Seems to be an endangered species
Being savagely hunted down by society

Come on world
Express yourself to love
Get rid of the negativity
That kills you within

Just love and love again

There is more to love than just romance



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
5/16/11

Unsolved History, The Origins of Confusion

Call me out on something, Anything
Tell me when you think I am wrong
Have an opinion
On the nature of everything, Anything
Imploring to the facts within your own reasons

Don’t use my words for fuel
Or let them fester inside
Stop the madness
The negativity
The overbearing calculations
Which is swallowed by a deeply downed corrosion
Of a well oiled high toned adrenaline machine
On the steel horse of a self righteous oblige

I know that you know
That I know, That you know
That I hate conflicts
As it stabs my heart
Burns it to oblivion
As it all gets put into a piñata
Full of razor blade anxiety
Being nailed over and over again

But I tell you what
It feels much better
Than being left out in the cold
Under sub zero temperatures of emptiness
As this lonely heart
Becomes the core of a quiet neglection
Rejecting pile of silent sewer plant treatments
Bowery farms conflicted of mooring woes

Hey, I am not a monster
Nor a docile Ghost
Just a human being humanly human
Yet, Sometimes I really wonder
If I am even from here

I cannot stand it when even I myself complain
But these feelings must come out somehow
Exercising these metaphoric demons
Of the green vomit
That spins this head to a splitting headache
Peeved of this possessed reality
That tries to create a creature of my own suped up enduring

Mutated to the core of my own reasons
Flawed to great imperfections
Using words gallantly in incoherent competence
As I set a standard
In the enigma that flows with impurity
In Pandora’s loving embrace

Look into these light sensitive eyes
As shy and hidden as they can be
Peer inside these dreams
And know the very origins
That compels me to a euphoric fantasy

I don’t want sympathy
Just want the respect I deservingly need
I might not be of this very world
But this world is not of me
As the world wants to be indifferent
We are the ones who hold
The many shapes of our own universal needs

My world, Your world
Is not necessarily Earth
But the personal planet of our dreams

Invade me with your alienation
Probe this mind of it’s resources
Abduct this very essence
The constellations of my own solar systematic freedom
That screams for sincere loyalty

So is that how you want it?
I am confused, I am confusion, I will not lose
Yet, I will submit when shown realism
Something I can grab, feel, Touch, Taste and breathe

Yet, Is this all just one big messed up dream?

So now I ask
What do you want from me?
There always seems to be some sort of catch

Why is society full of salespeople
Selling self centered agendas right from under their greedy sleeves?

Why are they so successful?

When you think I will go left
I shall go right
When you think I will go right
I shall go left
Holding the middle ground
Of what you think of me

It just so happens
That middle ground was a mirage
And I am of no direction
That has first, second or a third party
Behind it’s own traveling hypocrisy

And all I wanted to do was to get a reaction
Too bad it all had to come down to this




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

When Dr Suess Attacks

My heart is open
But you were too blind to see
You think you can do better
Better than me?

I laugh with joy
Knowing your roads always end
Not really, Never wanted the worst for you
I just like playing make pretend

Hey, You like playing make pretend
But you try to make it look real
You think you are amazing
You think you have appeal

I just know
The difference of what is fake
And what is real
What has been kept alive
And what has been killed

Ah, Don’t confuse this with arrogance
Don’t confuse this with belligerence
Just me being bittersweet my dear
Ok, Ok I admit the amusement is thick here

You are a living breathing whacked out limerick
The feeder of pricks
The victim of an enduring practical joke
The molester of hope

The sun says what?
The moon says when?
You number your expectations all the way up
You alphabetize your men

You think you are in control
But deep down you even
Know that is a lie
They know all of your weaknesses
And the biggest weakness, Tada, Your pride

Yes, Pride is good
That is true
But yours my dear
Is much larger than
A mountaintop view

No, I don’t hate you
Just feeling at ease
Knowing when you cut me down
All of the bullshit went up to your knees

And it keeps filling up
And then you swim
The jerk line keeps growing
Ah, Just look at their shit eating grins

Ha, I laughed when you told me
That I was not your type
For that I feel the comfort of knowing
That you were right, All is alright

Your life is like Dr Suess on crack
This is not just an opinion
This is a fact

You fucked up
And now you know
Look at you now
You no longer have a soul

A puppet, That is you
The slave of fools
Do you still hold yourself
To the highest of standards?
Or has your ego been bruised?

Now if your humble
Let me be your guide
To finding true love
To finding a real stand up kind of guy

Don’t you hide
Take yourself for a magical ride
On the magic carpet of true love
To the place where over inflated egos die

You are beautiful, When you are not a bitch
Just stop feeding the egos
Of all the egotistical pricks

I wish you well
As you venture away from your own personal hell

Be my friend
You be the boat
I will be the sail

I wish you happiness
I wish you a true fairy tale
I wish you all the love in the world
Living happily ever after
In a life made of kindness and care


Hey Miss, Say what aisle is the soap on? Gulp


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
4/30/11

Confessions to the Nature of my Surroundings

Thank you for the company
On this lonely, Lonely day
Heart has been cold of the solitude
This soul has been grey

Thank you for the embrace
The windy hellos
The visions of your beauty
Just the fact it’s you being you

Oh, Not many know who I am
But you do
I often wonder what they think
Do they think of me as a fool?

But then as I walk with you
All is alright
I begin to think better thoughts
As I dream amongst the paradise
You comfort me with

Oh, I always feel embarrassed
When I complain
When I think wrong thoughts
As if time was going to end
But there you are always screaming
That all has yet to begin

Oh, How blank these expressions become
As the emptiness tears me inside
Hiding from the world around me
Too nervous to do anything
So I put up walls
Walls the size of mountains

But you keep yelling and yelling
“Stop worrying, conquer your fears
I am with you, I am right by your side”

Deep inside
I cry and I cry and I cry
Battling these fears
Enduring these self defeating days
Hindering on the brink of my unsocial unsettling

Ah, As I walk with you
You do your very best to strengthen me
Making me tougher
For the life I must live

Oh, One day I shall listen clearly
As I learn from the knowledge
Of your nature
My Mother ever so wise

On this day
I feel your embrace

Thank you for the company
I should not feel so alone

But I ask this
If they truly knew me
Would they ever understand
The way you do?

Still, I shall make you proud
Someway, Somehow


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
4/24/11

Code of an Acute Nerving

Unbalanced ballistic cleft clouting
A fried stare falling
Trances by the stars
Thinking the abused can dance

Skewered minds
Fret luring salacious pandering
Lost, Tossed and opened
Dialing dialectical dystopia
Abasing Idle to self lusting hypocrisy

Trials of rogue words
Uneven to the core
Astral doors closing
Mourning unoriginal notions

Restless eyes delirium
Legs crazed seething rapture
Lovers of truth bestowed
By the serial killers
Of a mask trifled romance

Stapling this heart
To the brink of malicious nerving
Life’s hopeless curving
Accelerated to a wounded cocoon

Red tide, Dying these eyes
Lackadaisical on the deceiving shore
Surely rendered a mystery
Emotions cleft clamoring
Bound by the scars left uncertain

Hauntingly evasive
This Ghost lives amongst the living
As this tidal wave of emotions
Remains unscathed

Yet, This will gets tested too many times
Is it alright to trust again?

Who will end up cracking this code anyways?


Written By.
James Darwin Smith II
4/18/11

Spitting Venom for the Dosing of Reality

An ode to my middle finger


Who am I?
I am not you
Would I be?
I would rather be a fool
But then again
You play the part so well

Such brilliance you proclaim
When you look in the mirror
Knowing how much power
Your cold heart has

You play a part for others
You kiss their ass well
Then it's all about you
And how great you are

But you look as though
You are joking around
Pretending to be a fool
Then actions speak louder than words
You really never pretended
It was all about taking others down with you

I don't write this for the art
I write this for the rant
Put this in your grey area
And smack yourself with reality

No idea why these people are so blind
Guess they just don't want to see what is in front of them
They want to believe the words of their master
Even though they proclaim themselves owned by no one

Even when someone gets mad at them
As the veil of deceit comes off
They end up submitting to his will
All because they need the resources to stay afloat

In the realism they seem to kill

It's so popular to be the fool
It's so popular to be fooled

Who is the fool?
Who are the fooled?
I don't care anymore

I would of rather of been the fool
So I would of never realized what was going on
But still standing on my own ground
Never succumbing to
The redundancies that stand before me

I would rather be alone
Than someone's puppet show
This soul is mine
And mine alone

Mine to own


Ranted By,
James Darwin Smith II