Love

Love is a small word
For something that is so vast
That in an instant
Can turn upon a word, a
Glance to loathing and despair

Haiku of Hope

Sun sets another
Day of dreams still unfulfilled
Hope springs tomorrow

Life

Ambition stripped
Bare, stretching towards a dream
Always out of reach

Marxist question

Do anarchists drink
Herbal tea because proper
Tea is theft?