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Jasmine Reid Oct 7
Even though sometimes I like to believe I can help,
No one wants me around.

So they squash and trample me,
that’s why I hide in the corners now.
I have a web of lies, secrets, truths and spirits. But you’ll never know which is which.
Verse 1:

Things have to get better
Yeah, I want to get better
But I'm under the weather
And I'm stuck to you

I don't blame nobody
It's my life, it's my story
Got no fame, got no glory
And I'm coming unglued

Chorus:

It's not you, it's me!
I'm a horsefly
Your a queen!!

Charli Girl your bite
Intoxicates me
Gotta get out
Gotta break free

So let's pull some strings
And get me out of this web
You know I love you girl
I love you to death

Verse 2:

Co-dependent is a word
My therapist made me learn
She made it sound like
A bad thing

Spoke the words out loud
Heard how it sounds
Seems like it's got
A bad ring

And things don't change
If we don't break them
Charli

Your soft as silk
But I'm your silk worm
Baby

Chorus:

It's not you, it's me!
I'm a horsefly
Your a queen!!

Charli Girl your bite
Intoxicates me
Gotta get out
Gotta break free

So let's pull some strings
And get me out of this web
You know I love you girl
I love you to death

Verse 3:

If I come back,
I'll come back stronger
I'll stick to you
I'll be your babe a little longer

If I come back,
I'll come back stronger
I'll stick to you
I'll be your babe a little longer

Chorus:

It's not you, it's me!
I'm a horsefly
Your a queen!!

Charli Girl your bite
Intoxicates me
Gotta get out
Gotta break free

So let's pull some strings
And get me out of this web
You know I love you girl
I love you to death

You know I love you girl
I love you to death
'Twas after a frosty night,
I caught a glimpse of sunlight,
Sparkling on a spider web,
Miracle, enough said,
Patterns so intricate,
Did not brush aside, delicate,
Yes, 'twas after a frosty night,
Spied a web of sheer delight!
Feedback welcome.
suspended in the air
creations of your own kind of flight

wispy strands protect and feed you
the weary that are trapped by your game

crawling and weaving,
flightless yet flying,
ever graceful,

the spider and his web.
spiders seem like they're flying because their webs are so translucent. kind of dreamy.
The spider, in many hues rules.
But I never could understand
The comples operational rules.
                                    Still I have
Unflinching  faith,like no other
On the spider, that it knows
The rules of transactions inside out.
I am in the web of a clan of
Spiders, day in and day out.

I just lie supine in comfort  
And let my song bird fly high
In the sky blue oblivion
Of my mind, listening to
The singing of the bard of
The absolute, transcending limits.
        I am more and more lured
in to his cave where light is present
By its physical absence.More and more
An innerbeing after substence
In the company of this siver luminous.

She comes alive, fire risen from smoke,
Her red hot eyes capture my truth quick!

The spider sitting on top of me
And working on me with
Her oceanic mind that seethes
Agile vaginal muscles, I picture
Is still reading "Every Women"1
From memory; I just feel it
as each of the steps to the
thousand petelled lotus is
left behind one by one.

My silver spider
who flies with me from
the conjoined base of
"Mooladhara"2 at the ****.
If she is the fire, I am the sky.
Hear the silver bell she rings,
In mind's eye I see how her
Silver strips gleam, wet with sweat.

As we step out to the garden path
The green spiders of thick foliages
Waved at us.Golden spider of the sky
Hanging low beamed at us.
1."Evcery Woman"(A gynacological guide for life by Derek Liewellyn-Jones)
2.Mooladhara means "the root and basis of existence" according to Tantra Yoga, located at the ***** one of the seven primary energy centres of human body.
The world is my web
And I spider across
It silky smooth

Sally rojas en costa
Rica to peggy the bird
Slash poet in berlin

I dive down under
And hang with my
Koala furry friend

I've caught the bug
And I won't let go until
Someone comes make me
Juhlhaus Jul 2
In June, I saw
A beautiful white spider
On my backpack.
It was eating a mosquito.
I will write a poem
About it later.
Nathalie Jun 29
The sun was sneaking
Through an open wound
In the door
Illuminating in perfection
The luxurious crafted web
Each finely woven
Thread was glistening
Under the glow of brilliance
Showcasing the ingenious
Creativity of the eight legged
Totem of mystery and receptivity


~Nathalie
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