James Darwin Smith II
Biography of James Darwin Smith II
Hello, My James Darwin Smith II, A lover of poetry as it is the essence of who I am. As a poet I strive to take it in the many directions that I can take it. Never setting boundaries or anything if anything at all. I live in a city called Bremerton in Washington State not too far from Seattle. I have written poems for so many years. Its just something very important. Poetry is my psychologist, . My dreams, My ambitions, The ultimate muse that makes me be. I am a published author in the realm of poetry. I have many published books and more to come. I am shy anti social so the words I write through poetry they just become a salvation of their own to be. I live I breathe poetry. For it is the source that makes me be.
Update.. I have two more books, Invocation of a Poetic Muse and Poetic Visions of a Lone Wolf
James Darwin Smith II's Works:
Poetic Salvation By James Darwin Smith II
Invocation of a Poetic Muse
Poetic Visions of a Lone Wolf
Inside the heart of a Raven in Mourning
Poetry, The essence of my core
Descending inside the heart of a Raven in mourning
James Darwin Smith II Poems
The Wind Of Change, The Change Of Wind
The wind it frolics Caressing my being Becoming mischievous Upon a guile fashion
The Adventure Of Self
Radiance, Sweet radiance Bring forth all your sublime Brighten up this face Sweet radiance
Dreaming Upon The Open Air Of Endless Po...
Towards the sky, Dreams lay breathless Pausing for beautiful serenity Resting at ease
Upon a day’s dread arrives In solitude’s arms, dismayed Yearning for something felt before As the heart begins to beat in disarray
Fighting Rhyme With Or Without Reason
Love, I am overcoming your pain Or am I? So much passion lost today High fiving ambitions paving the way
Evils Of Love
Drain the harmony Of what is false in essence Effervescent abnormality In the twisting of love
An Angel Cried
An Angel cried Ice came out of her very eyes Full of shame And I have no idea why
Fifty Years Of Sacred Love, Dedicated To...
My parents on June 8th 2013 had their 50th anniversary. So I wrote this in the celebration of such an epic feat
Real Love, At Last, Being First, Not Las...
It was all for you love The tears, the pain and struggles All sacrificed in your name And then what happened?
Angel, Your Heart Is My Sun
Angel, It so dark and cold Dreary of torrential redundancy Take me to the land of that shines Inside the heart of an all-around love
The narrow reigns heavy Torrential in duplicity Dark clouds over the horizon Storming into earnest dreams
This silent dialect speaks loudly To those who can hear me within These messages are so subliminal Can you hear them even now?
Crimson tears of confusion Ravages the subject’s porcelain face Blinds her of what love truly is As her pride becomes the weapon
A martyr knows of no price Gold is for the brutes of ego dwelling Never once a valuable asset To that for which whom sacrifices everything
Gawk at me, I am now but a Mannequin
Is this all you see?
Just the outside part of me?
There was a day
When I use to be flesh and bones
Had a mind of my own
And a heart made of gold