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