The finish of what was started.

The finish of what was started.

Or to say the beginning of the end

which is laughable.

What isn’t.

You fill in the blanks of what might be schizophrenic text.

Te hee.

Que lengua?

This one.

Okay, so the point of beginning was to start something.

You angry fool.

How foolish, right?

Change!

Becoming something new

Refresh.

Begin with a cold shower

And call this legitimate change

And not repetition.

And don’t believe a word the angry man says.

It is valid

but scorn makes an awful truth

and one feels the overwhelming urge to grow up

and face the facts

staring one in the face

so disguised by the distance between face and interpretation.

Watch the moment of defeat

And play it over and over

overtly torturous

beguiling and charming is a mystery that has sucked one in

that has an ominous beginning and end

as it should be.

Two roads diverged are the same road

going two places that started in the same place.

Retrace your steps and the statement has a point and purpose

Even though how you got there is a moot point.

So go to sleep and forget all of this.

It is only a vestige of unresolved pains

Culminating in jealousies and bitterness.

It makes a very rhapsodic venue for voicing defeats

And that overwhelming feeling of ‘of course’

But not knowing how it really ends

You are trapped in repetition

so there is no end.

So just stop now.

It is only feeding a cat that wont stop begging for more food.

So go on with smarmy laughter

As a winner juxtaposed

Against a white flag waving defeat.

So I love how pain can give voice to beautiful pain

And go forth with a belly full

And sleep a little better

Knowing full well that you gave voice to the rhapsody

And the tirade that was brewing

Still wondering what is next.