conquering
one’s soul
by Roberto Lavidez
to conquer
one’s environment
to conquer
one’s own soul
there may 
have been 
something
more deeply
satisfying in 
our desperate
clinging to life
the common
struggle of
mankind
made magical
by huge effort
of will and
energy
conceited
about the
madness 
as about 
the genius
smitten with
astonishment
of the heart
irrevocably
embarked on
the path of
struggle
constantly
warned of
the pangs of 
conscience
skilled at
playing words 
with other 
men’s minds
words
the very
marrow of
our bones
flexible
tolerant
judicious
to a host
of lesser
beings
in every
difference of
opinion
we see
beginnings of 
new anarchy
and chaos
words 
flowing
inevitably 
to universal
uncertainties
of sudden 
change
to a destiny 
unknown
tangibly present
in every fleeting
fraction of time
whatever has 
been forgotten 
lying dormant
in the darkness 
of the 
unconscious
suddenly flashes 
into the mind
emerging as 
a messenger 
and confidant 
of the gods
just unable
for many 
reasons
or weakness 
to practice
what one
preaches
evil winds
conquer
one's thinking
one's words
fat flies
falling
on one's 
dung
©robertolavidez2014
 
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