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.
fauxcroft 
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