James Darwin Smith II
An Adventure Of A Dead Time - Poem by James Darwin Smith II
What happens when the heart deludes a mind?
What happens when the mind deludes a heart?
Traverse steps taken
Broken trails of disdain
Weeping are the heartbroken
Smiling wide, those who break hearts themselves
Grief meets greed as souls are confused
Over pondering deluded notions
Sing to the choir of muted walls
Unheard, Not even seen
The best intentions of them all
Self centered intention basking in the sunlight
As the cold is reserved for earnest ambitions
Abasing all honesty in it's rawest form
So dishonesty can create chaos for ones suffering enjoyment
Displeasure, the art of a new world's denial
On the brink of ending what was once sought as rejoice
Arrogance's true nature comes out
Overcompensated truths of pride being abused
Striving to hide itself in the tyrant's feeble mind
So it can come out to attack eyes corrupted by self abuse
Yet, Visions blinded by fictional lip reading royalties
The full are overly fed
The starving cannot find another's substance to hold
Over intoxicated are those who take others for granted
Under appreciated are those who never taste the fruits natural splendor
But they do get a huge dose of the rotten essence
For which has been left out by rented affection
It's a fast food world
And the lost are the happy meals
With a prize for the over indulgent spoiled kid
To play till it has been way overused
But abuse is something to talk about after all
A trending topic to those who live greatly in denial
Hearts are easy to break
Open for those who love to cause pain
Closed for those who cherish them unconditionally
As playing Russian roulette with Pandora's box
Has become the game, The craze the majority must have!
What happens when the heart deludes the mind?
What happens when the mind deludes the heart?
The answer? Read between the two lines,
Or answer yourself in your very own way,
Today, Is a new day. Never let those who cause pain win again!
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