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