All Design Poem by James Darwin Smith II

All divine, what role am I in?
This life long road of mine
Paved by the wrongful life I live


I have always tried fulfilling what is left
While defending what is right
As both sides stomp hard
Onto the heart of good intentions
At least they could do is give it a spark


Vanity, it seems to keep winning
There is no end to hope's demise
As hope turns old and gray
Giving into the very things
That they were set against believing
Trying to make peace
In any way possible
Even if it means their dreams dwindling
Drowning in their own disarray


Is there really light at the end?
Or will I be alien to that as well?
Trying to reinvent myself
To something bigger
In the endless tunnel vision
Hoisting something earnest
Rather than this annoying pride of mine


But I am the crazy one
Disabled to this society of disarray
The all-knowing toxic compatibility
While using kindness
For their own narcissistically inclined gains


Yet, I am always the wrong one
The one looked down at
While being labeled insane
Feeling rather inane
Oh, look at all of their disdain
Sorry for trying to be untamed


What have I ever done?
Never enough I admit
Even for me
Trying to set this alien soul free
Flying beyond any judgement
Beyond the limits of human eyes
Do they ever see this spirit inside of me?


All divine? What have you done?
Have they turned you against the meek?
The infestation bears too much
Of this pollution
Too forgone
To start all over again


I wear a mask
Made up from my own universe
With many different destinations
Star gates I cherish from within


All divine, you never existed
I made you all up
Inside my own disillusions


There is so much more out there
Than even I could comprehend
More than divine
More than the comprehension
Of my own battle torn mind
I would be arrogant
To proclaim where I will go from here


All divine, I tried so hard
To prove myself to you
Where were you all this time?
If you truly existed
Why does evil seem to always win?


Everyone believes in something
And I give my respect to each of them
But what I feel is what I feel
Judge me
I really do not care
I am who I am
All the way to the end


I will always think in my own ways
fighting against this ego
To be something beyond myself



All divine, the imperfect universe
I do still love you, unconditionally
What does love mean to you?


All design, what is my role?
Still frustrated and so confused
But still, I will always love you


Why do I feel so out of place?