Treasure Island

James Darwin Smith II

(10/6/74 / San Diego, CA)

Birthing Stars of Glory


Birthing stars of glory
Magical in essence
Curators of each galaxy
Born through love and understanding
Beyond the human comprehension

Birthing stars of glory
Growing stronger each passing moment
Giving light to each darkness
As time ceases to exist

The beauty, the charm
Of all the unknowns ahead
Gives way to these dreams of mine
Such an adventure inside my head

Creation such a divine thing
A gift beyond a gift in itself
The freedom of building foundations
Deep inside each of our own heads

Innovation, The very thing that thrives within my soul
As this heart beats each day
Wondering where my muse is going to go

No limits exist
This muse shall never desist
What comes unnatural is natural
Within this very universe that is who I am

Birthing stars of glory
We all have the talent to create them at will
No matter where it all comes from
We all shall inspire to find what gifts we may have

Some things may not make sense
Because it takes more to study each moment at will
To put the pieces together
In a universe beyond our own wildest imaginations

Moving on I go
Searching for different journeys ahead
Challenging myself
To go beyond the call for which I truly am


Flesh is just a rented vessel
The soul flows forever
Always wanting to learn new things
No matter what they may be

Birthing stars of glory
Magical in essence
Curators of each galaxy
Born through love and understanding
Beyond the human comprehension

Make sure your stars are created stronger than before
A machine that keeps on going
Always thriving for more

So what are the origins of these birthing stars of glory?
That is for you to only know
Through your very own perspectives
Growing and growing like never before

Is there ever an end?
No, there is never an end
As everything always begins

Birthing stars of glory
Born from our own free will

Always, Forever to the great beyond
Where each dimension grows stronger
By the anatomy for which is within

And in closing, everything does not have to make sense
Birthing stars of glory
That is my own inspiring evidence

Love, Light and Peace to all
Let our journey never end
As each one after another's shall always thrive to begin

The beginning
Indeed, Again and again and again
There will never ever be an end

On to?

Submitted: Tuesday, March 05, 2013

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Written on 3/5/13

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  • Isha Trivedi (3/5/2013 6:17:00 PM)

    Birthing stars of glory
    Magical in essence
    Curators of each galaxy
    Born through love and understanding
    Beyond the human comprehension

    This is my favorite verse. Keep writing!
    I invite you to read my poems. (Report) Reply

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