Eternal Battles: the Good, the Bad and the Within, Part Iii

PART III: THE BATTLEFIELD Kingdom of Adam, Kingdom of Satan Among us HE exists preaching his constitution And conspiracies Oh What Wicked Witty conspiracies “Blame on the Lord” HE whispers Oh yes, simple relief of a great poet Playing greatly on the Bun of words I’m Buried in the duties of life and Burdened by the holy ones, I Rose I Rose Maya Angelou, I was burned by the lies, Defeated by sorrows and murdered by neglect Exiled my identity in a vast dry Sahara Rambling through the sands of life Overwhelmed by the gigantic landscape; And it comes again The consecutive Sandstorm, HIT HIT HIT I’m abandoned, I’m lonely, and I’m weak My thirst is consuming me Yearning a tiny drop of forgiveness And then the shining reflection, The sudden revelation, I’m infatuated by its distinct aroma and now I pursue its path Like abrupt Goosebumps acquired from a good tragedy I was stimulated and inspired, Digging through the burrows of my deepest troubles And confusion there it was an unveiled well A volcanic eruption of yet another Identity; My identity I stood straight and strong..Filled my punched hole of Miseries in my guts and this time; I raised my flags of victory PartIII of the main Poem "Eternal Battles"