All Is All And Nothing Is Nothing At All Poem by Blake Val Noir

I bend in submission and grow empty inside,
Thousands of broken dreams caught tight and collide.
Failure to deliver? or deliver the failure?
No-one, nothing, never and not forever.
The link, the bind, the lobotomy of mind,
To trust the trust of mankind?
The savage poetry meanders my elixir,
Distraught by thought, and scared with fraught.

The ever fear of what's what is near,
The truth of time and the age of reckoning.
The blitzkrieg of nature, and the dignity of man,
Caught short of the score, before the game began.
Guardians of great and healers of time,
Come forth and comb out the fragment of crime.

Chart the course; set a sail the sands,
Lead the way, lock our hands, and take me to the far off lands.
To second the motion is to accept the risk,
The lonely parade moves on, to insist;

All is all and nothing is nothing at all,
What's worth the fall is but sure to persist,
and so let dreams dream and seers scheme.