James Darwin Smith II

Gold Star - 5,015 Points (10/6/74 / San Diego, CA)

Ghost Tears Of Haunted Emotions - Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Ghost tears of haunted emotions
Bequeathing a happy dream's arrival
Suffering unadulterated chaos
Denied the stars of their grace
Faceless upon a mourning of dreary decay

Icy requiems
Muted on a clueless arrival
Never knew of death
Till a dirge is sounded amongst the living
The wrath of an accursed alienation

Amongst the graveyard's torment
A spiritual downward spiral
Into the web of transcending deceit
Where only the crimson eyed Ravens mourn this soft spoken eulogy
A funeral's apathy beyond tomorrow

An Entity has no feelings
Once the light has been hidden
A black mass it becomes
Dormant in it's own imprisonment

Tormented by loneliness' burden
Was alive, Now dead
As love damned itself with vengeance
Because it's defiance towards a phantom's rite of passage

Ghost tears of haunting emotions
Residuals that will never stop flowing
Crimson grief, Inner Beast growling
Giving birth to dread
As the living becomes dead on arrival

An ambition's stifle here, An ambition's stifle there
If stifled everywhere, Death becomes gravely aspired
Upon this place that should be forbidden
To those who are locked inside their own heart's prison
As the key has already been swallowed by the weakness of self hatred

Death is no dealer
Just an opportunist towards all misfortunes
A seducer of mental Necrophiliac endeavors
On the verge of descending into oblivion

Self pity is never a friend
Always an enemy
Being alive,
Is the only way to defeat,
The Ghost tears of haunting emotions

Be lively, Be alive
And all life will surround you

Never fall into the scythe of agony
Or you always be slashed forever and ever
Torn apart from greater feelings ahead

Inside the scythe of agony
Is where the true hell resides
Only those who enter, creates their own residence
Be forewarned to never reside

In light there is always sunshine!
No matter where your faith belongs
In light there is always sunshine!

Yet, A little darkness does not hurt at all!
As you close your eyes upon the nightmares traveled within illusion

I am balanced
On the brink of a hybrid adventure!
Free to roam wherever I may go!


Poet's Notes about The Poem

In Darkness, I like to see myself differently in a fictional realm as Healium Shriekspear whom is Death., But whom is dead is death as we are one. Makes sense? Creativity does not have to make sense! ! !

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, July 9, 2012

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