Honest Ruse

Upon what land, what sinking sand
Do your feet stand

When what is true reduces you
To kneeling, sobbing, midnight-blue

Yet fallacy, it comforts thee
From its midst, hope flows gracefully

God Said

I might’ve left you there
On the floor, propped up near the door
Gingerly wrapped in plain brown paper 
Instead, as I remember, I scooped you up gladly
Wanting to know why
Shouldn’t you be placed in the center of it all
In the gathering place
So that if they cared
Everyone could know

never ever never

Nothingness to see
An ache
Rising to despair
A graduate of searing numbness

Linger here and hear
Some final sigh into the night
Whose agony
Stars cannot pierce

All this to taste
A certain fate
When if you do
Give up your Hope

Legend

The water most blue
And the wake so gentle

As the fabled ghost, now untied, makes its way away, away

The confused and seasick struggles to fix a gaze
With a hope that makes legends prove true

The Duel

Always one step
Never not one height
Ahead and above
Joy you were

Always I walked
Never half-hearted
Faith and love
Hope I had

Always an ending
Never though certain
Sharp and swift
Blind it came