The end and the
Beginning are amazingly close
We think of dawn
As the start of
Day and the end
Of night but neither
Just happens they bleed
One into the other
The same with the
Start and the finish
Nothing ever just stops
Nothing ever just starts
It’s all just one
Big loop of life
Don’t fool yourself into
Thinking that it’s the
Punch which signifies change
It’s not it’s the
Recoiling after that does
Taking aim at anything
Only ever causes harm
It’s the reconsideration of
Your damaged caused by
Your blow that forever
Changes both you the
Aggressor at it him
Or her the victim
Triumph is often sweet
But short lived destruction
Whether property or person
Lasts a long time
And even the victor
Though lauded does become
Something else often unrecognizable
What I do know
About love is that
Love is the fabric
Of the Universe and
That each time that
You love someone else
You are picking up
Another thread with which
To weave your life
The strength that’s required
To brandish my sword
I cannot muster and
Leave to youth but
Rather I hone wit
Sharpen sarcasm and whittle
And pluck the mantle
Hairs from the shoulders
Of demigods theocrats and
Buffoons who wear such
Not because of triumphs
But because of confiscation
Crippling those bullies at
Their weaknesses their lack
Of intelligence and morality
It’s a funny thing
Every single morning I
Start with some coffee
And every single day
I think wow this
Is the best coffee
Ever but is it
Or is it the
Best because it’s today’s
We spend so much
Time remembering and hoping
That we often forget
That one simple steaming
Aromatic creamy strong cup
Of morning warmth sitting
In front of us
Yes I mean you
My little own espresso
