Beautifully Haunted Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Beautiful haunting imageries
Pixelating inside these thoughts
Conjured by a spellbound euphoria
Possessed by mirages
At the distance
Between hopelessness and lost
Fogging atmosphere
Bereft in sacrificial aloft


Mired in dreamland
Stoic memories
Of a parcel paradise
Clinging to disillusion
As this illusion
Becomes dreamt
In wide eyed tragedy
Abased by self
Only to fall
Into the misting
Of a phantom confusion


And beauty's residual
Goes and on and on
Enveloped in silence
A muted message prolonged
Weary heart beats still beats strong
Yet, the cobwebs clog
Its inner confines
Residual visuals
Of permafrost chaos
The cold contrives its crux
Woefully haunting its source
As the stubbornness of calamity
Procrastinates diligently
With the blessing of the dark


Smiles skewered by seclusion
Seasons mourn with strife
Quickened are the nights
As the sky falls
Ahead of the hours
Speeding up
As darkness
Arrives longer
Taking over
All that was
So vibrant and bright

And the summer's funeral
Shall soon arrive
As the fall comes
To an end
Descending straight
Into the past

The presentation of a season's presence
Will arrive with dread
In the celebration
Of the smiling witches
Parading in a sacrificial trance
Necromancers of fate's own withering grasp


All warmth dissolved
By a frigid wind's mass
Hibernating the sun
For longer lunar stay
All in till
The sky tells the bright blue
To take away the gray


To adapt is to dream
Embroiled in a longer brighter day's stay
Only to celebrate the season of decay
All in the name of nature
And her cycle of beauty
All in the name of morose and grace
Two spheres of contradiction
Inspiring all moods
Shifting in every different direction
Without any moment wasted


Celebrating both
With unique perspectives
As the dark needs to exist
So the light can be treasured
Even more when it finally arrives again


Beautiful haunting imageries
Diligently floating in these thoughts
Conjured by spellbound euphoria
Possessed by mirages
At the distance
Between hopelessness and lost
Fogging atmosphere
Bereft in sacrificial aloft
Forging ahead
In this dread
Celebrating in the dark
Knowing the light
It will always be
Way more prevalent
Within these dreams


Till then may my fictional self
Enjoy the misery of the dark


And with darkness and light
I will always be full of life

Here I am
Ready to fall
With great anticipation
And with so much delight

After all
I am a specter of peace
Haunting myself
Till the sun shines
With great respite


Sometimes I am not there
But mostly I am all right
Depends on
How serious one takes life


I love to be haunted by beauty
And all its different forms


The season's change
And here I am older
And younger
All at the same time


I am October's scale
The prodigy of seasons
In the sense of a miserable delight

Yesterday I was the morning
Now I am the night


I am balanced
By my own disaster

Self so uplifted by paradise


I am a contradiction
Contrived in a blessed strife

Loving everything
Loving life
Here I am
Celebrating
October's pride

Beautifully haunted
And could not have it any other way


So full of dread
So full of life


Beautifully haunted by the grace of life