Black

Nothing seen, still everything, a wish,
Wanting all, everywhere, giving away nothing,
Pulls in, grabbing, no chance of a skirmish,
No chance of help, not even a serving.
It such a sham, so much that it's surprising,
All know what's there. Why its not out?
Well that's worth surely a questioning.
If nothing else, at least a  wholesome shout.
Nothingness, blank, void, emptiness, call it what you want,
You can be afraid, abhor, detest, put down, but ignore you can't.
It's an enigma. Understand it? Comprehend? Oh! You shan't.
It's something man hasn't been able to grasp, only talk,
Something he takes for granted, though at it he does balk,
It fills the universe, the things that we don't see, it's all the black.

The Big Bluff

It’s only the beginning they say,

It’ll get easier as it goes.

Up or down, you, like the swell may,

It only gets tougher, Oh! It does.

Squeezing out the last of your blood,

Helpless like in a flood,

You get carried away, till you fight back,

Only the tough nuts don’t crack.

Now, when we think of,

Nothing’s easy, it’s never been.

It’s how, when, where you face off,

That’ll give you the sheen.

Never let the bad get in the way,

Of the good you’re given by God’s way.

When the Father who cares, gives you much,

He’ll get you ready to fight the such.

It’s been a lie, that’s held strong,

Through the ages, to lead astray.

You’ll better realize the wrong,

And hold back from the sway.

We learn tough, easy the rest appears,

Our laziness to fight on disappears.

We see through all the fluff,

We realise the ‘easy’ was a ‘Big Bluff’.