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