Liefe Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Do you really know the man you see?
Are you too busy predicting his fate?
Does the flesh matter that much?
Who is the one who is really out of touch?


Speak softly without judgement
Yet, Silence can kill a man’s heart
Tried so hard to accommodate love
Yet, it keeps telling me I am not its type


Psychic notions of tomorrow’s illusions
Hearsay in thoughts of society’s requiem
Heart’s all wrapped in utter confusion
Decisions based on superficial conquests


Body, not what is wanted
Faceless in love’s gauntlet
Eyes lost into another realm
Where the soul is what matter most


Never will I play the part
No matter how lonely I may be
Deep down I am free
Yet, imprisoned in my own dreams


Do you really know the man you see?
Are you too busy predicting his fate?
Does the flesh matter that much?
Who is the one who is really out of touch?


I may be very flawed
But it is who I am
Never doing what is supposedly right
Am I human? Or am I out of sight?


All I know is
Dreamers deserve to be led to new heights
If I must fly alone, I will with tears
Someday clarity will be in my sight


I am not ugly
Yet, I am proud to never be alright
Perfection is one bullet away from ending one’s own life
So why should I try anyhow?


Go ahead play the simple game
I will be a paradox
If this goes on
At least I am proud to never be alright


So where do I go from here?