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A Saucy Spider in My Journal
Frightened, tears descending down
The fear of flush and heat abound
I am not sure of yet, ahead
But only past and what is dead
If what to come is more than this
I don't think it is worth a kiss
The suffered past yet times, okay
Just tell me, hang on, one more day
The eyes that stare to me, reflect
I hope to them, do not infect
As all I want is love around
Such peace and gentle waves that sound
Like wind but yet a sunny day
A cactus may just prick that way
I see the pond with goldfish, swim
The wonderment of childish whim
The strange and subtle suckle sweet
As tearful eyes fill with defeat
The residue of banging loud
Confusion his, yet not a cloud
A singing girl, the role to strive
To be that year, or not alive
The depth in ones own mind can go
To places no one wants to know
If loving living things is true
Then beauty must reside in you
How easy to just walk away
It's difficult to fight and stay
Yet do the fights have limits set?
And if you fly, is there regret
Regret can be a friend or foe
But mostly foe, it's proven so
So wasted time, is wasted time
But rhythmic brains can rhyme and rhyme
So where can love be put when through
When one is done, yet one feels new?
An anguish factor lies in tow
And ponders destiny below
A feeling of stillness there
A restful factor, not a care
A misty eye. There's one or two
But taking back your life for you
To save the branches of your soul
Your happy days, when you felt whole
Sometimes it can be luck it's so
But choices play a role, you know
We walk the days, eyes open wide
But sometimes nights, so keep in stride
The process learning, how we do
Can fluctuate, from me to you
The tempting fate of taste buds melt
The cards are handed, we've been dealt
No answer seems to lie before
The tread we walk, or who walks more
For roots and evil kill the good
And focus on the 'should' and 'would'
A trigger to defeat is clear
But pain, acceptance follows near
Just hold me, tell me, ' it's okay'
Tomorrow sun's a brand new ray
I'll take that with me now, for peace
Try wishing well, a fair release
A tragedy, those legs of eight
Would try and steal from lives so great
Deceive too long, and time runs thin
Triumphant bells, while good ones win
So leave my book, you're history
This spinner you became to me |
Spider
(Spī’der), n.
1.Noun- predatory arachnid with eight legs, two poison fangs, two feelers,
and usually
two silk-spinning organs at the back end of the body; they spin silk
to make cocoons for
eggs or traps for prey
2.Noun -an evil person who entraps or lures others by wiles.
Journal
Jour"nal\, n. [F. journal. See Journal, a.]
1. A diary; an account of daily transactions and events. Specifically:
(a) (Bookkeeping) A
book of accounts, in which is entered a condensed and grouped statement
of the daily
transactions. (b) (Naut.) A daily register of the ship's course and
distance, the winds,
weather, incidents of the voyage.
2. A diary or daily record |
