James Darwin Smith II

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

The Plead of True Love Itself


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
Get to know it before judgement’s harsh treason
Imprisoning those so closed in a self-despised grievance
Does your soul know your flesh after all?

Through confusion I have very much seen
Dreams losing their grip
Becoming nightmares of lost hope
Only adapting the best way that they can
Being oblivious in ways never seen before

But love where does that come from?
A subject changed through dormant metaphors
Riding through mysterious walls of phantom deliriums
Post -mortem of each self-dwindling
As flesh owns the mentality of the dearly despaired

This Ghost is not as scary as you may think
The unknown better than residuals of pain
A spirit lost is better than an over indulged ego gained
There is nothing to blame
But the natural order that supernatural dreams
Become mired by the disconnection
Upon the daunting task of nameless lovers

To cherish pain against the unknown
To be hurt rather than loved
Is more evil than the heart you may have gained
In the pure essence of warm intentions
That has been frozen from core of love’s treacherous rebirth
Where only a few handpicked angels can soar in its splendour dwelling

Where are dreams to be seized?

Come forth dreamers and implore
Explore towards the deepest of realms
Doubt should be used against those
That lives in content
Why must true love ever be trapped in forlorn?

Words may have meaning
But silence says so much more

Through the true eyes of love
Is a portal beyond the limits of flesh,
Towards the Heavens from up above
No matter how this beauty is ever perceived

I am more than just flesh and bones
My soul is the entity I dream to always be seen
Come through this unknown
I promise you will see me in ways you would have never believed

Earnest in life and dreams
All I ask, Look within
And start believing in, me

Now when you do see me from within
Tell me how much of a nightmare I truly am
Can you?

The unknown is better than you could ever comprehend
Please, Believe in, Me

I was never a Phantom, After all

True love that is me
Do you know who I truly am anymore?

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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Written on 10/24/13

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