Blue

Life is a weary road
Time a merciless foe
Love is a heavy load
Laughter a prelude of woe

Hope is a path to sorrow
Dreams a measure of tears
Faith is a worthless show
Friends a waste of years

Swordplay

Resignation is the oceans surrounding islands of courage.
A little sight and one would see, beasts gliding about in the depths.

There comes a time when destinations change, and friends
Walking the same road, suddenly have become strangers.

What is is always in need of being broken. In the center
Resides, if but for the moment, the actual, the fact.

Where there is fear, there is the coffin. The coffin is the veil.
The gentle kiss that follows is but an offering to the damned.

The architects of blindness constantly wage war across the earth,
But those who see rest, for the blind can only lead the blind.

Abandon is a twin to joy. Those without either may covet both.
Yet one begets the future, while the other only consumes the present.

How can the child honor its creator? The creation survives the creator,
And there is no hope that what has passed can be remembered.

Words are the mightiness of the wise, and all the wise suffer
The same folly: for none listen, none comprehend, and the world remains as ever.