Forced Folly

This draws a parallel the mighty pen and sword. Presented in a different style.

Here lie some words,
Banal maybe like swords,
Or have they acumen some?
For words are more to come.

Here lie some words,
Having no reason like swords,
Or are they needed some?
For words are more to come.

Here lie some words,
Keeping you hostage like swords,
Or do they free you some?
For words are more to come.

Here lie some words,
Opening hurts like swords,
Or can they close wounds some?
For words are more to come.

Here lie some words,
Unsure just like swords,
Or have they verity some?
For words are more to come.

Here lie some words,
Fighting the worlds like swords,
Or can they join worlds some?
For words are more to come..

Return to Abnormal Glory

Time to be prodigal again, time for the happy spree,
Shackling ever-looming misery, time to give again glee.

Lost would not even be near,
To describe what hence would be to fear,
Of the loss of aim and forgotten to be,
Which almost merged with destiny.

Lucky to escape, sorry to be,
What was unholy, what was not me,
The drops built up, of empty and laze,
Until the sands emptied, and got good the vacuum maze.

Came all flooding back, oh sorry! Not so Soon!
But nevertheless. the loss of zero, is as ever was lovely a boon.

Great things are many, yet greatest is the grave,
That once you sink in valley, fate cannot any but save,
The catch being the past, how bleakly it could hide,
The bleaker the better, for the faster from valley can ride,
Up towards the sun, up up and away,
Discarding all the placent, time to regain the way.

The days gone have returned, the time gone has come,
There came to be hollow many, now there won't be less even some,
Abnormalcy has returned, oh how merry is that to we?
Just the time for my glory, the time you cry for me.