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Tangled Web
Spider-like, they sit and watch
Subtle, deceptive
Camouflaged
Hidden
You walk beneath them
Beside them
Their webs cling unnoticed
Until the fangs
Pierce
Sink
Drain
Again and again
Another and another
Sucking out all that you had
Have
Will have
Until even the husk
Collapses
Into dust
Rain
Smells are deeper
Colors more vibrant
Memories stir
Floods and drizzles
Childhood score playing on
Home
When I Am Dirt
When I am dirt, I hope
That little flowers grow in me
And once they are dirt, too,
We all will feed a little tree.
And when that tree grows big and strong,
And its roots push us aside
We’ll make a comfy place for mammals
To live and hide inside.
And someday when the woodsman
Cuts the tree down for his pay,
The rich food of its stump
Will speed more flowers on their way.
Or maybe tasty mushrooms will sprout
And grow in that damp shade
And they will feed the squirrels
Who upon that tree once played.
And when the squirrels and mushrooms
Have joined us in the sod
We can be a pretty field
Where human feet will trod.
And after their steady tread grows slow
Or falters until it stills
We’ll still have room for them with us –
Always have and always will.
That little flowers grow in me
And once they are dirt, too,
We all will feed a little tree.
And when that tree grows big and strong,
And its roots push us aside
We’ll make a comfy place for mammals
To live and hide inside.
And someday when the woodsman
Cuts the tree down for his pay,
The rich food of its stump
Will speed more flowers on their way.
Or maybe tasty mushrooms will sprout
And grow in that damp shade
And they will feed the squirrels
Who upon that tree once played.
And when the squirrels and mushrooms
Have joined us in the sod
We can be a pretty field
Where human feet will trod.
And after their steady tread grows slow
Or falters until it stills
We’ll still have room for them with us –
Always have and always will.
Love
Celebration and joy
One promise
Two lives
Hand to hand
Heart to heart
Two rings
Two people
Complete
One promise
Two lives
Hand to hand
Heart to heart
Two rings
Two people
Complete
One life for life
Can’t
Vile curse, self-imposed
Set the limits,
Brittle and cold
Set the limits,
Brittle and cold
Harsh truth, self-explained
Range of possibility
Acknowledged and named
Cruel lies or deliberately blind –
Belief breaker: belief designed.
Hiding from or hiding behind?


