A Poem, It Must Always Come Out Poem by James Darwin Smith II

A poem, it must always come out
The muse cannot stay dormant for long
A spiritual venture of many words no doubt
Poetically monolithic the mind’s fixation
Cathartic in essence
Therapeutically poignant
Towards dreams that nightmares are made of

A poem, Must destroy all blocks ahead
Forced to change in motives
Tearing apart any sort of normality
Styles are made to be discovered
Innovation, The magic within

And to now and to then
Who cares how things are perceived
Poetic freedom from, the in the box masses
Creates journeys so worth all of the sacrifices
Of being something that at this very time is not accepted
By groups tormented by their own self worth
Trying to achieve other dreams, Not their own

Words can be manipulated, it’s all about discovery
Finding new ways to create, Even if many cannot understand
Stanzas used to produce a universe in itself
A creation beyond logic’s contempt
Breaking the chains of condensing thoughts
Perplexing the mind till it learns to adapt to change
A trident of longevity forms
Stabbing all reality claimed by short termed affliction

A poem, it must always come out
For the sanity of the creator’s will
The fortitude that makes creativity more worthwhile
No matter what path has been chosen

So many stay for standing ovations
But words to be remembered are always on the move

A poem, it must always come out
For the muse is a refuge that should never be refused

In the end,
It is not whether someone wins or loses
It’s all about the different paths they choose



A poem, it must always come out
In the name of those before us,
In the name of the united differences of me and of you