A Poet's Strive Poem by Compton Wright

While people think the poet lost his touch but it's the total opposite as I replaced my ink for holy water that blended with diamonds and gemstones so I can blessed my lines with diamond quality while dropping gemstones of knowledge while my poetic soul shows its presence upon my lines of flooding thoughts and ideas that spills out like tsunami forming into the biggest wave to change tides of poetry's mindset at the same time allowing the flood to drown any naysayer or doubter who said I'm out my prime

As my strive becomes my fuel needed to keep the poems supplying for my readers' demands you all scream for another 'Bring In The Hatred' but I must kindly reply that what's the point spitting hatred like it's battery acid if I can express change and direction that our generation needs most as I'm speaking to the poets who dropped their pens and pencils while their pads catch dust and cobwebs Did we forget the goosebumps that grew on our arms when creating greatness for wandering eyes to admire for ages, eras and forever more to continue on the tribute of the eternal beauty of this art form? ...I won't allow it to die out and become history's outdated form of writing within someone's history book! my strive won't allow it! not with my heart still beating out the blood needed to live out all of my years I can give

Don't let your creative side of writing fade out but embrace it loudly and let it shine brighter than any dwarf star or any supernova commencing let your legacy be a stepping stone for the sleepers who are having trouble becoming the awaken like we are
as this is not just a hobby or something to get some attention but this is my poet's strive and all I'm asking of you all is where? or better yet....What's yours?