James Darwin Smith II

Gold Star - 6,325 Points (10/6/74 / San Diego, CA)

Incompletely Whole - Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Society, who am I?
Stereotype me on command
Demand those to look on blindly
Interpreting me to their own lazy convenience

Society, Am I one of reasons for your decay?
Is that what the righteous would say?
Even fools can inherit educated guesses
By something they have on paper
All by studying yet never remembering

Life is not always a full circle
It comes in many different shapes
Quaintly inaccurate from small to large sizes
Adding, subtracting it even multiplies
All in what point of view is independently supplied

Seize life in an age of this phantom renascence
Poets unheard in a paper or plastic dwelling
Buying out simple amusements
In the name of sacrificial lambs at play
Obeying all that owns the sounds of money exchanging

Poor by society, Rich by soul
Heart full of dreams, never letting go
Being myself, non-conformed
Call me crazy, Call me empty
Enslaved by society’s judgments, Nevermore

Feel the dead of these beats
True success is not written in blood
Words are more sacred than life’s redundant, just because
Being in order is just a bore
Disorder is a poet’s pet rock metaphor, Origins, Unknown

Chaos is a gift
An enigma has so many places to go
Limitless is my friend, Limit is my foe
Who really cares if these words were unknown?
They help my soul grow on its very own

Society, you have blessed me
By the very rejection handed out
The very one you have personally bestowed

I am no longer ashamed of myself
After all I am more than what the real world has bargained me for

Being creative is what I love being
No matter what is seen or unseen
Hated or loved
I create for the love of creation
For getting the best out of myself, Always, Forever to beyond

In the heart of a musing,
I will always be incompletely whole, forevermore

Topic(s) of this poem: muse

Form: Ballad

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written on 12/6/15

Comments about Incompletely Whole by James Darwin Smith II

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/7/2015 1:11:00 AM)

    Limitless is my friend, Limit is my foe..What an amazing expression shared definitely. This amazes mind frequently. Interesting sharing.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2015

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