Treasure Island

James Darwin Smith II

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

Through The Beautiful Visions of Glorious Epiphanies


Beautiful visions is all I see right now
Looking past the dark dirge skies
Seeing the sun shine
A smile touching this heart
Soul unwinds
Traveling out of body
Where limited dreams are made to be defied

And then the rhymes of reason become controlled
Consoling confidence going with the flow
Envisioning happiness from one face to another
Warmness flowing within these ambitions
As fruition takes baby steps toward intuition’s fortitude
Upon the sky’s promise of clarity in these most foreseeable of days

And this is where each dream draws a map
Taking each epiphany to a higher level
Towards a new beginning,
A rebirth of hungry eyes
Searching for sustenance
In their own natural state of wealth within
Priceless endeavours seizing upon what shall come next
Unknown to this glory hiking a tall inclination peaking anew

Into the great wide vast
Paradise will finally be reached at last
Only to strive for many firsts
Into these glorious endeavours
Towards each of innovation’s own epic proclamation
Acclimating prosperity all for a greater good

Karma has been paid in full
All regrets have finally been let go
Pioneers traveling on a traverse and windy road
Exploring thoughts all on their own
As time begins to heal for everyone all around

For the greater good of love
All dreams and ambitions will finally be revealed
An Angel in sight, a beauty beyond her wildest years
As for me, I in this vision see myself with no more regrets
Tomorrows are blessings for what journey shall be next
Ah, how beautiful it is to feel brand new,


Two hearts, two souls, one
As each mind teaches each other where to go
Love is in the air in the aspect it will be
Two prisoners of life have finally been freed

Who am I to feel this way?
After all I am only listening to my heart, mind and soul

Listening to them carefully
In what they all have to say

Onward to the grace of an awakening day
Show me which way the angels sing in unison
Of a beauty beyond even beyond her own comprehension
Towards a little slice of Heaven that this world has deemed fulfilled

Oh, how it feels so glorious to dream again
Indeed, Beauty is the source of all things to come
Oh, how wonderful it feels to dream again
The skies will forever be bright again
Just on a little slice of heaven
Where an Angel has guided me to feel her beauty from all within

In the many forms of love
Love reigns strong over all
My heart, my soul, my mind
All believe this to be true
Working all as one

True love for me, it has only just begun….

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013

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Written on 4/19/13

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