THOUGHTS AND CHOICES

 

the mind is a battlefield,

the very home of war.

a man is asleep.

he battles with his dreams,

and multiple voices he knows and knows not.

he is torn,

and willing to free himself from slavery.

only to awake and show all how to be a complete slave.

I am beginning to enter this poem,

and letters are at war,

fighting for supremacy and favor from my pen.

colors are screaming...

red... blue... white... black.

a grin yell oh,

and confusion was born in the brain and fed to the heart.

another man is a mixed feeling,

he is a member of opposite worlds.

his pastor told him to live by the holy book,

and his riches would find him.

but his friends teaches him to get rich or die trying,

for riches respects no rules.

so choice waits on him,

and the outcome of his battles.

there are thoughts and there are choices,

but we Aren't slaves of our thoughts, 

but we are to what we choose.

no one understands this better than Lucifer.

your mind is a battlefield,

the very home of war.

choose your battles wisely,

so you don't end on the other side of good.

#El_Magnifico™