Tainted Roads Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Being a spectator can be at times such a hopeless way to live
Tainted roads I peek through
Peering into beautiful naive eyes
Warping through their lustful cravings
As they travel upon their own egotistical cluelessness;
Metaphorically Self-contusive delusional driven denial
Driving towards a dead end paved by future regret
Regressing for a backwards tomorrow

Yet, I suggested they stopped
But low and behold, they ignored me and drove on by

Words unheard
Upon the deafened dreamer's interpretations
As they only hear falsehoods carried on by belligerence
Disguised as a voice pillared of righteous royalty
Upon the ears of fabled self-tyranny
Drowning in a moat filled with reality's denial

Oh Well, I am done

Sitting back
Quiet and lackadaisical
Seeing flesh being used
As if it meant nothing
To the rented flesh of a narrow viewing

I have seen so many funerals
Dirges of hearts withered into submission
Souls attached with ego stroked strings
Only to be cut when they soar too high
Upon their own so called ventures

So be it
With age comes the cold
The sun does not shine forever
Pertaining to those who abuse life for fictitious gain

Yet, I have learned a lesson
Upon seeing this very tragedy
What I use to think was beautiful is gullible
Within these peeks I use to deceive myself with


So long tainted roads
No longer spectating you
I see endless roads of golden possibilities
Beyond the foolish limits I gave into,
Driven into an void of dead space nothingness

No longer am I a spectator
I am a beholder of modest dreams
Striving to stroke genius the best that I can

Cheers to endless possibilities!
Living life the best that it can be lived, Cheers