Love's Plea Towards The Truth's Open Arms Poem by James Darwin Smith II

If this write will not get you
What is left will
Subconscious drilling
For simplistic gratifications,
Tediously tormenting the unknown into submission

Normality's fabled myth
Amidst imprisoned dwellings
Limited growth within a prospected muse's ambition
Crying to escape this happily ever after façade
Forced to wear a mask created from fiery frayed tribulations
As the thorns within forces down smiles of dramatic nothingness

Oddly enough, Dull forged pendulums are acclimated
A course stuck within it's boundaries
Going the same direction for soundly applause
Accepted by peers of no tomorrow

Telepathically metaphoric upon scrupulous control
Sending simplistic vibes toward Heir apparent wealth
Untaxed for enslaved thoughts
Flesh being purchased by the pounding,
Of the renters exploitive hunger
Feeding upon innocence's dwellings


Physics on ice
Imagination loses control
Spinning thoughts contort into obedience
Disrobing the pride of a dreamer's slumbering
As the subject becomes a science project,
Crumbling in it's own unbeknownst dismay
Bequeathing a lost soul to yesterday's destruction

Queen for a day
Pauper for tomorrow and beyond
It never had to be this way
But the mind plays terrible tricks,
To whom might think,
Against the grain of it's own logics


Mental carnage,
I weep for those you destroy

This heart is always open to those in need
Just swallow your own demise
And climb aboard this freewill

Now you shall know what I truly mean

I am true love,
Save me from dying
By the diseased hands of society's greed

Hold me with care
Please hold me and never let go

That is all I ever wanted
I was always made from unconditional acceptance

Is there life within the mares of Euphoria?
Are we astronomically speaking?

May science solve our differences in communication

Now what will become of us?
I give out all of myself from within,
All from within

Beauty, It's now or never
Beauty, Make your own sacred move
Will you?