Ok this is my intresting poem.  

Superevil superhero
want to be like   the caped crusader
and the dim brightness of tomorrow
all he sees is a bit of sorrow

Superevil Superhero
while he fights for justice
it's evil he causes to reign
instead of joy he causes pain

Superevil Superhero
takes the tranquil chaos
and turns it into a disturbing peace
while hoping that his troubles will cease

Superevil Superhero
uses his blinded sight
and then turns a deaf ear
just so that he can hear

Superevil Superhero
speaks with a mute voice
hoping the evil around him will run
so he can go back out and have some fun

Superevil Superhero
with his pesimistic hope
tries to help those around town
those he finds with a smiling frown

Superevil Superhero
wants to be greater than negitive zero
but in his sorrowful joy
he forgets he's only a grown boy


Ok basically this a really wierd poem like I said but the oxymorons used in the poem actually present a message, through the first couple parts it's talking about humans ability to seem like hero's when they talk about issues, for ex. hunger, we all talk about it but all turn a deaf ear, which acounts for the evil part of it.  The end of the poem shows the realization of these facts

in the silence of the night I hear angels voices singing your name oh how beautiful is your name as they sing over and over.  (SPOKEN)

"If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh"

-- Magus

i'm addicted to passions in poetry!...are you?