James Darwin Smith II

Gold Star - 5,112 Points (10/6/74 / San Diego, CA)

Singing In The Dreams Of Being Freely Alive - Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Poetic dreams so serene,
Woven in an artistic scene
An imagery of words
Striving to be heard
To those understand a certain muse’s guide
Forming into the unknown



Unbeknownst to the ordinary, Self-inner exploitation
Lonely, yet determined
Leper of occurrence
Losing words unheard of



Screaming inside
Not much coming out
Whispers copied by distant loudness
Invisible tears fallen
Thoughts brawling
Till all is peacefully rectified



So many journeys inside
If only they all knew how many
Never wanting sympathy
Inner motivated symphony
Each made up for this trial of my life




Fear is dying
Soul is flying
Heart is striving
Mind is Thriving
Into a peaceful grace of self-confiding



Misunderstood, Misanalysed
Misconstrued, Uncompromised
Self-contained pride
Searching for the purpose of this very past teachings


Lessons, everything, are
Poetic dreams so serene,
No matter what is felt
Unseen or seen



Written in the name of an endless paradox
Coming together in chapters
To be solved by those who truly care, with no self-gratified intention



No ordinary feat
Drumming to my own beat
Marching onto a different path
A difference to who I am
And what I shall become
From here to now, And to the great beyond



Training for the better
Always working to improve
Still flawed I will be
But is the magic of all possibilities



Unsung, singing to an important choir
Hybrid of many beliefs never ceased
The art of surprise is my endless poetic desire



Complicated or not
I am just myself
Interpret me freely
But do it cleanly
Never dirty your imagination with my false demise



Soul singing
Paradise of dreams healing
Green hills ahead
Behind a blue ocean of aqua possibilities



Unsung, in the art of surprise
Always hungry, all is just fine



Never will ever leave myself, Left, behind
Singing on alone in my own mind
My heart is beyond this very time




So many directions to go
Living onward
Singing, in the art of my own happiness


Living onward
Singing, in the art of my own surprise


Living, Breathing
I am becoming my own best friend
This enemy fading away
My new strong self-worth
Is now the power that I shall always make me feel self-obliged



Singing of poetic dreams
This heart beats in a rhythm of love
All is going to be much better in this life of mine
Complication is never an affliction
An enigma was always made to be
The ride of all emotional rides



In life I cannot wait for the next Surprise!
In life I will always live fearlessly, freely alive!


Lonely or not
My faith will always rise!


My faith is strong for being freely alive!

Topic(s) of this poem: self discovery, self reflection

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written on 11/27/15

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 27, 2015



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