Hue Knows Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Rigmarole the candor
Flight in spite
Trying to wrung the wrong
So I can wash away the right
Left to bereft
Spinning the center
Proclaiming blithe
Enticed by the vigilance of strife


Ever so confusing it all is
But that is the fun of it all
Having no form of wherewithal


Not everything has to make sense
Especially to those
Who have never fit any narrative
Henceforth those who have
Always felt as if they were put
In a darkened void
Full of nothing but past tense


Ascending noses
Standing with self-indulging proses
Limiting selves to an audience of make believe


One never stops growing
Within the confines of truth
And everything in between
Even if it has to be done all alone


The independence of self
That is given a sword
To the valor for which passion is loved


Which souls will end up being at peace?
That is for the heart and soul
To truly know


Rise and shine
Life is so vibrant
With so many differentspectrums
Having limitless room to glow


The unknown is full of vast colorful journeys
To help a spirit grow


With so many possibilities
Endless vicinities
Paradise proximities
Enigmatic probabilities
Dynamic validities
Who truly knows?


Hue knows...