Spirituality Goes Beyond Religion Poem by James Darwin Smith II

The mind's disregarded
As patience wears thin
Poignant to a plausible cause
Where sunshine will never be let in
Triumphing towards a dead end disillusion
Crying for light at the end of the tunnel

Salutations by eyes looking only out
Never once looking in
Kudos to the flesh
The peaks of dead eyed pageantry

And the flesh is seen more
Than the heart, mind and soul implores
Words attracting,
Skin worshipping paupers
Only because they lust
Simplicity draped in unoriginality

It's easy for the world to force feed urges
Rather than striving to think things out
The Philosopher rolls in his grave
As vanity enslaves the masses one by one

So to the independent minds
It gets so lonely here
A world that only sees in fictional reality
Living out fairy tale fabled dreams

The mirror is overrated
Unless it is looking into the eyes,
Of those with bottomless souls

Will superficial intentions disappear?
Our souls are way beyond our flesh

The spirit is the truest form of who we are
If only the world would realize,
Our spirits are the ones suffering from flesh

What is a body without spirit?
Nothingness