THE BEGINNING AND THE END

How do we know the beginning
from the end?  How do we de-
marcate one from the other? Are
they not, in fact, a continuum?
Is it possible there is no beginning
and there is no end? Is it not true
that the end is often also the begin-
ning? Is not the differentiation we
make between the two often arbitrary,
capricious? When do we begin and
and when do we end? What is the
most propitious moment and mark
to do one or the other, or both? Is
it better to ascertain what we deem
to be the middle ground and hold
that position, or are all points illusory?
How do we ever know for sure
where the beginning begins and
the end ends? Maybe it is simply
better, in the beginning and in the
end, just to be.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

The firecrackers exploded in the night sky,
light slipped through every twinkling star
dancing among those sparkling lights
as if the moon was not enough;

Every outburst tainted the darkness of the nightfall,
turned its tranquillity into mayhem
of aesthetics and beauty,
shifting the horizon into an abstract portrait.

Everything was perfect.
Everything was beautiful.
It would be a great year ahead indeed.

past in time
too unaware
before looking
down on
myself

now in time
crystal clear
bias unbound
conclusions come
I’m faulty
of something I
could correct

self reflection
to be aware
keeps me
up at night
playing back
events in time
I could’ve
done right

Once there was a warrior
Filled with great strength and valor
He lived in his countrymen’s honor
The pride of all, their conqueror

Fought off enemies, beheaded them all
The kingdom’s power, the rise and the fall
For the warrior never kept his pledge of thanksgiving
To the one who forged his mighty sword, the marvelous king

The king of kings have patiently waited
For the knight to grant the wish he wanted
A decade has passed, a new beginning has risen
No sign of return, the king has been forgotten

While the warrior was earning his praises and victories
A loud thunder was heard from the skies to the galaxies
The king has arrived with a triumphant sound
With fuming rage, he howled like a hound

“Where art thou who sought for a strength none like other,
Along with the sword of irreversible power,
Alas, thou ungrateful son of Sin and Evil
In eternity thou shalt suffer in excruciating peril!”

Consumed by arrogance and vain
The warrior suffered in pain
Agony and remorse in him remain
Crying for mercy, his tears shed as rain

just like that
we said goodbye

not to leave
but to commemorate
the good times

and to welcome
in some more.

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it's a new day.
a new beginning, as they say.
put away your sorrows,
and look forward to the morrow.
it's time for you to wake up and shine,
tell yourself, "the world is mine."
each day is for growing,
taking lessons to become more knowing.
it's a new day, my sweet,
here's to a life, that feels complete.

Your voice feels so soothing
I could listen all day and night
You make me smile and forget
because you give me this feeling

I like the way you think about me
you believe that I´m strong
brave and have a good heart
don´t you ?

That´s why I´ll hide it
my fears and the pain
the moments I don´t smile
cause´ I don´t want you to go


But if you would see me
see me trough my eyes
you would see, I am weak
and you would leave

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