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Where It Leads Ii

I can hear your words and to be quite frank
they're infesting, nesting on my nerves, stopping the flow
of thoughts and ideas
- wipe that smug off your face you selfish slug -
You know, I've spent some of my time
over these last few days thinking of ways:
of how to insult you
that show your true face
and make you fall in disgrace, though there's much space
as the lines get filled I can't help but feel
no hate, contempt towards you
You may deserve a horrible fate, I do not know
it is not for me to decide, all I do know:
It is not in my nature to be hateful
These being said, have a wonderful life

Give me a high dose of nuclear radiation
let me be the superhero of poetry, as my mutation evolves
my superpower will be inspiration, maybe even
infatuation with letters so the settlers of the future
can create a worthy foundation for generations to come
As a superhero I take a word from here, from there
and create sentences, if it pleases you, heed my advice
Fighting to survive won't suffice, it is the future
that will pay the price of our self centered way of life
Educate yourself, educate those around you
don't let the World fade in a shade of grey

Sifted fragments waiting to be put to use
some might amuse as the muse smiles
Others might with all their might
turn a hill of flowers into blight, such a horrible sight
as the night embraces all
covered in the Moon's reflected light
Is the delight of the approaching dawn
going to unite the fragments into a whole
Or is it the acknowledgement of a certain sentiment
that can in no possible way be a detriment
towards unifying, thus achieving completion
Such a peculiar definition, fragments used in the creation
of something ordinary, extra or not always remember
creativity can break the barriers of relativity

Copyright © Lehel Lorant Kiss | Year Posted 2013

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