James Darwin Smith II Poems

A rose dies held in the hands of a lover’s mourning
Frigid and cold, a weltered state of dormant
Concreted hands motionless
Stuck in an icy burning
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For whom do I give dedication?
These very Words of love and fortune
Who will never take them all for granted?
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Walking forward thirteen steps backwards
Upon each dimension
For which I can be perceived
In between the realms of here and there
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Deep within a dark already closet space
Anxiety panics in a confused state
Looking for a door to open
So it could finally escape
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Worship the blood upon your hand
Seek eloquence inspired by obedience
Greed loves company
Misery wants to be alone, Disembowelled in mirage
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Poetic dreams so serene,
Woven in an artistic scene
An imagery of words
Striving to be heard
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Coagulated thoughts upon weathered illusions
Delusions atop a correlated restitution
Doubts mixed into proclamations
And there you have a mess
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Stars above and beyond
I will always stay true
At the source of it all
The many wonders and dreams
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Sometimes, I would rather be invisible
Traveling all around
Never to be found
Peaceful, Tranquil
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Who am I?
Do you really want to know?
Truth is I took so many years to find myself
Searched high and low
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