The Advenure Within, Beyond This Season Of Illogical Treason Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Walking amongst dead silence
Seeing a funnel cloud ahead
Starting to spin and spin and spin
Will this be the beginning to my end?

Feet scampering on paved dissatisfaction
Stagnant complexion stuck inside hidden emotions
Sliding atop frigid regrets poured by harsh realities
Illusions can only be scene, Seen
Felt inside a dream within a screaming dream

Tornado, Take me away
Far away far away from here
Too much a stranger in this residual setting
Loneliness the essence of public fear

Blackness outside
So many eyes, too blind to see. light
So much left out that it seems not. right
In this Northwest mind-set
Where feelings go south
East where hope turns to strife

The mind has so many directions
There are some with pride that is too proud to know,
The falsehoods of their acceptance
Into a world where flesh is valued as fool's gold

Mirrors I see everywhere
Everyone here wants to be so much alike,
Those, those whom they sadly concern,
Themselves with, upon a dying light
Confused, Yet dead set on pretending all is well

Is all well?
No, Life is not one giant wishing well
But that does not mean one must have to fail
Oh, Swell
Make pretend all is well… well well well, never… mind

Beyond the miles
Can you see, well feel this heart?
Or does this mind ponder out thoughts amongst you?
Can you feel this soul within the soul? Well, uncanny are you?

Shine your ethereal rays upon me, life
As I honor the gratification of freewill

The sky can sense me, the stars can sense me
So why am I still afraid to fly amongst them?
Heights are meant to be defied

Ah, But then again,
There are things called dreams
And dreams I will dream like never before

Ah, Yes, There is still hope
A huge abundance of hope in fact, still intact

Now I shall honor life
Like I have never honoured it before

Beyond the stars of my own imagination, I shall go
Towards actions that have yet to be explored

These words, are they in fact blueprint towards a promising future?
Well they should be, Well, They will be

All is well