The Awakened Heart Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Habit forming
Yet, not a chance to try
Stomach pains of burning uncertainties
Never qualified for this inane pageantry
Of superficial implications


Sanity's drainage
A victim is seen
As this heart looks
Outside in
Knowing, turning
Into the very thing
Greatly admired


A mess it all is
To overly organized eyes
Carrying burdens beyond
Wishing for clear views
Into a future fitting the part
For something that cannot be found
Abound, down into oblivion


Soothing voice heard
Each word so aspiring
If only then
At that very moment
Spirit only existed
And time
Was all
Future, past and present


Locked out
Inner demise
Of a sea's release
Salted air atmosphere
Behooved into something
Anything and everything
Proclaimed as none of the above


A sense of a residual haunting
Of cold shoulder pains
Sensitive spire
A torch of passion
That was given
Yet, now bequeathed
To a beauty
That will give it to all
To gravely ill intentions


I am connected
With the spirit
Of a beautiful heart
Yet, with a finicky mind
Overzealous
Striving for purity
No matter how much
It hurts in the end


Still, somehow there is hope
Upon this cruel anecdote
Knowing the source
Was never at fault
It was, is
Just the way it is


Staying strong
Recovering from this afflicted ego
Bruised, besmirched
Searching for purpose
An untamed rationality
Of something certain to exist
Someday, or in another
Life's journey of my own
Trusting glasshouse abode


I once had visions of beauty
But that prophecy never saw me
It felt so certain
This intuition surely failed me


What is less is what is more
What is more is what less is


Two sides, somehow the same
In so many ways
But on two separate paths
Of delusional meltdowns
Upon dreams turned into cliches


What is true love?
Is it not pretty enough?
It all seems like a mascaraed
Of voids reclaiming
Past pains they think they can cure
Finding the wrong path through insecurity


Melancholy scene
Bittersweet dreams
One sees a path within
But the other one
Sees too much of the exterior


These are two lonely souls
That will never find love


But of course
Things can change
If only they both opened up


As they try working hard
Laboring for the hope of love

For now
This intuition incomplete


But that is what makes love forever strong in the end
The will to survive on one's own
To finally find another independence
The celebration of two strong
Durable souls


There is so much time ahead
I may be getting older
But this hope it's still young


Souls are always and forever to beyond


For now
There is no shame of being alone


Life is uncertain
But dull without any fun


All in all I am an old soul
Learning no matter how old we get
Love, it is always young
Love, it is a religion all on its own


With true love everyone is forever young
Living in beyond



To those who feel alone
Keep staying strong


Someday, this heart
Will be hammered and forged
As it will be the sword
I will swear to protect my love


No rush
Just battle-ready
Ready to defend beauty
All in the name of true love


I shall always remain strong!