James Darwin Smith II Poems

A martyr knows of no price
Gold is for the brutes of ego dwelling
Never once a valuable asset
To that for which whom sacrifices everything
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What dream may come?
Upon the glistening of eyes
A prospecting dream
Such fortitude in a once enduring heart
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Crimson tears of confusion
Ravages the subject’s porcelain face
Blinds her of what love truly is
As her pride becomes the weapon
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This silent dialect speaks loudly
To those who can hear me within
These messages are so subliminal
Can you hear them even now?
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Nomadic endeavours
Roaming away from objects of affliction
Looking for a priceless adventure
Running into price tag treasures
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When earthbound angels search for a prophet
Walks in love’s dead eyed demise
Cold shouldering them into make believe warmness
Upon the burden of true love’s own suicide
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Angelic mourning
Comes with icy lips
Frosted in agony
Wanting to melt restless nights away
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When the tides turn golden
And helps me wash out any self-grief
I shall make noise of triumph
These emotions shall openly speak
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Seeking poetic prowess
Like a panther stalking his prey
Setting a trap for the would be victim
All in the name of my own fame
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Seize this unknown entity coming through
Know it for what it truly is
This spirit has more value than this flesh
Never quarantine yourself from this heart’s true consent
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