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