Tempting though it may be

To spin a web so elegantly,

I have to stop and wonder

What use does it have for me?

 

Those ones in my life

Who love to provide

Some wondrous, fantastic, ugly lie

To keep me by their side.

 

It’s a wonder they don’t have eight legs,

To juggle such a piece.

Spinnerets dancing from one thread to another,

To keep many from finally knowing

The person behind the veil.

 

A veil so nicely spun

That it is hard to tell,

Where it begun?

Where one ugly line became several,

And several became legion?

 

A legion of threads

In the hands of a master…

Juggling the balls,

Manipulating an ugly eloquence,

To stop any sort of threading disaster.

 

How do you keep the thread spinning?

What is your secret?

Do you truly have eight arms?

Are you really a human?

 

I wonder sometimes,

How those who spin webs,

Turn out to be?

Possibly great, ugly politicians?

 

Though it comes to pass,

For those who forget,

Which thread is juggled for whom?

Mistakes are made,

This I will say,

Will never end in much grace.

 

So tighten your veil,

Those who spin webs,

Thread it, many a thread.

Because when it happens

That your veil may fail,

Your face will be ugly instead.

I drink the flavored milk

that remains of my cereal,

checking my watch

to make sure I’m not late.

Out of the corner of my eye

I see you there

alone as I am.

 

Why are you alone?

You look like a butterfly.

Flutter by those who fly gracefully.

 

I am no such thing.

My presence is a shade.

I am alone because that is what I am:

A loner.

 

But why you?

Majestic and divine,

Where is the company you keep?

Have they lost there way to the grove of sweet scent?

Can we draw them close?

 

If we are indeed the same,

Why are we different?

It is a species thing.

 

Wolves eat butterflies,

When they are hungry enough.

They dance among our gaze,

Delicious!

 

Why are we divided?

Dance before me butterfly

Let me taste divinity

Let us be alone, 

together.

On the outside

You’re painted white

To hide your imperfections

You hide it well

But time will tell

The luster of your lessons

 

Though I may see

It’s not just me

Others have found you out

While darkness falls

Light still crawls

Time to scan your amount

 

Pain and suffering mark this world

But don’t give in an ounce

Trials and adversity fill this world

Fail, and the devil may pounce

 

Angels glide upon their wings

Demons fly with use of springs

Razor sharp, words can sting

Your worldly favor, most will cling

Let go the distraction, reaction brings

If not…

You remain a puppet on the devil’s strings

Who is the girl for me?

What will she be like?

Something unimaginable I suppose

For I have no idea what to see

 

I picture a bride,

Who deep down inside

Wants to cut me to pieces!

Adrenaline rushes,

I must defend.

In the end,

We tame each other of those wild habits.

 

Yes she shall be wild, but calm

Steady; unalarmed,

Thinking always, like me.

She will be outspoken and funny

And never a dumby

 

In my place, she shall put me,

But don’t think for a minute

I will not fight back.

It shall be fun.

We’ll dance a dance of clever dispute

Before we fall back into each other.

 

I hope that she loves God more

Than she loves me

Cause that is the direction I’m going

If she flows like myself

And grows like myself

There’s no telling what blessing shall fall on our home.

 

There is more that I want

But that’s just absurd

No one is perfect

Not even one

So I fall to the Lord,

And this is my plea,

“Please send me my someone

Who is perfect for me.”

You, who know me best

The jokes we share together.

We are separate on occasion,

But you know me best

 

Why is it we connect?

Are we twins of different births

and mothers?

Could such a thing happen?

Let alone exist?

 

We exist,

That is enough for suggestion.

Calming effects occur when you’re present

I can let go of myself, like a vodka and sprite

 

Spirits rise, with a gift from the spirits

So ours does with the gift God gave us

And again we plummet into maddening talk

Of how the future will be ours when it’s time

 

We are undefined, you and I

Yet we know what we mean:

Sublime Catastrophe!

That’s what we are.

 

Devastating Bliss!

That’s what we provoke.

Paper covered floatation device!

We can be just as ridiculous.

 

Maggot covered corpse!

We disgust each other just as much.

 

But in the end,

It’s been decided.

I’ve got your back,

And you’ve got mine.

 

All of you,

you know who you are,

Are very special to me.