Unknown Caller Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Through it all
Where do things stand?
Carrying weight
A mile a ton
In a heartbeat away
From something
Turning into nothing
And then
Things start all over again


Legs never tire
Yet, knees buckle in pain


Feet carrying on
Toes grind against the grain
Trying to walk endless miles
In many warn out shoes
Searching for destinations
That has never been experienced before



Then comes the source
The heart, trying to make peace
With a mind that can never stop
Relaying residual messages
Of what could have been



The body wants change
To a soul that flies beyond everything
An angelic experience
Finally seizing beauty in itself
Only to shine bright upon those
Suffering from so much emotional pain
Somehow giving torrid time
A change to finally regress




It is all derived by ego
An evil entity
Hell-bent to stop true success


Conjuring self-regret
To inject the poison of hopelessness
Through tears
Stoic by self-neglect
Stuck in the mud
Of ones self's disrespect


This might sound dismal
As if all hope ceases to exist
Ever again



But when the lighter self
Finally comes in
After every burdens lifts
A huge lesson is taught
And life begins to be better off
Than it has ever been before



From the gut
To the center
Of this head's Indigo awakening
Everything has to get better
Than all of this



Through a greener pastures awakening
Straight into red passion's refuge
Electrifies a genesis of self
Anew in a realm so profound
That it takes a lifetime
To comprehend its meaning
Into levels twisting and turning
Only to end up weightless
Forever and ever and again


What if the only meaning to everything is nothing?
Would it make sense to make too much sense of everything?


Perhaps the burden does not know
What is truly after the end?



I suppose we build our own happily ever after


But why can we not live in heaven right now?


We owe it to ourselves to be better than we have ever been



Time, it ceases to exist
When we all look outside
From within


And then everything gets more complicated
Even after all of that



We were always the advanced technology needed
No machine could ever help us truly ascend



And love is the force that tells us
Who we really are beyond our own comprehension



It is time for flesh and souls
To make amends



Dedicated to the beauty
Of everything unknown ahead



There is no wrong or right
Take these words
Wherever you may want to take them



I am tired of living a life full of make pretend


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