Angry man

He had a clenched jaw

And white knuckles,

Wild eyes

And tense muscles,

He roared in my face

Words of anger and hate,

He was ready to kick off,

Ready to tell me to fuck off,

But as he did I smiled

Turned my back to leave,

He presented no threat to me,

Because I was calm

And resonating inner peace,

And giving on higher frequencies

And the words I utter as I leave,

Thwarted and baffled him intellectually

And left him struggling with seeing me,

Just walking away happily

With nothing to prove physically,

For I am confident in my belief

That fighting is not proof of mastery,

And that this guy was not stronger

Nor more powerful than me.