IN THE TANGLED WEB OF TIME
How much longer in time,
Must we victims of injustice,
Still march and sing—our feet
Grown weary as facades of justice
Quietly seek to deafen our voices?
Today, we remain footnotes of history;
Ourstory, a cocooned legacy of
A pregnant dream hanging
In the tangled web of time:-
Matrices of pseudo gains,
Continue to tease unripe minds
With bigoted scams of liberty.
Today, in due time and due season,
We will rise from the pit we’re now in—
Rise and catch the fallen dream,
And lay it in the warm nest of the bosom
Of liberation—incubating the waiting vision
Of our destined realities, singing redemption songs:
Ringing bells of freedom, dancing to the beat of liberty:-
Indeed, the flame of determination burns eternally,
And the love-journey of the unshackled continues
On to the trysting place: Where we shall, in due time,
Come together in the onederful oneness of the
Onement of the peace and love of God’s liberation:-
Silky white web art thrown like paint
Precious pearl like pride unlike saint
In it’s ebony eyes many bugs a delight
Doomed to demise as live dinner tonight
Emerald June bug passively to die
Red sun conceals web in jaded July
The web was spun of purest gold, each strand a wonder to behold, the silver shears like a lover, the fate that lay in cloudless cover, each day a reason to always be, each night an endless void of dreamless sleep, in life the steps echo so pure, a beautiful journey with you so near, and yet a hand outstretched so far, to catch the light of a dying star, a fleeting moment long past in time, another second to know I'm alive, a love that lingers so innocently, a lie repeated to deceive, to see with eyes closed so tight is not the way to a happy life
My world is your world
With silken threads spun by love.
Verse is our language
One web so finely woven
A universal connection.
I scribe my poetry
Expressing individual views
So, if you read my words,
I think you will find
My true love sits within my mind.
Romantic love in modern times doesn't always seem very ideal
Lovers left wondering if they can trust what they feel
— was it real?
Most write in honeyed words that you wish were true
But these people seem cursed to remain eternally blue
— which path do you choose?
My love, you have got me on the tip of your fingers,
I'm hanging from your cobwebs.
Your giggle is a music to my ears as your legs pierce my skin tearing from bone to bone, limb to limb.
I'm just one of your devotees, yet I don't stop to wonder how many more are there.
I let you puppeteer as that was your wish.
I have not even one regret, I don't need to think twice before selling my soul to your gaze.
You control better than I do my own life.
I need not to think twice as I am a good devote, I beg for your feather light touch despite it burning like acid through my skin and scorching my flesh for the next meal.
I do not fret, it hurts and burns yet if it means I get to hold your gaze for a second longer, feel your touch for a moment.
I am in hell, yet it is my heaven that's what being a devotee to you means afterall.
I shall carry it with pride...
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stuck
This spider has high ambition.
She'll be catching the next passing truck.
Got her family to feed.
AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Where you are
From that far,
Becomes near,
By what we share.
In love web,
I meet this deb,
Give her my name,
Without any shame.
Where i am
Gives exam,
To your heart,
Mind and soul apart....
In love web,
I change this deb:
Lady to woman,
As a boy to man.
Where we used to be,
Seems too real to flee...
For uncertain quests work brings,
To lock our fingers in shining rings.
In love web
I search a deb,
So pretty cool...
Like a clean pool.
Where we are now,
Keeps people off how
The journey ended in praise,
Off all jokes the start displays...
In love web,
I situate this deb-
In the trap of words
Unlike promises of birds.
It seems too unreal,
Yet we do have a deal:
That journey to forever,
Will always be an endeavor!
In love web,
I find this deb;
For peace and care-
To bring lasting cheer...
Fanged hairy spider
waiting in your deadly web.
Look! A tasty moth!
cobweb faerie with your moonlit hair
your stain glassed wings make white seem bare
as delicate a faerie as we have ever seen
to the moon light eve you bring a gorgeous sheen
Spider webs keeper of forgotten things
A spider weaves a work of art
Displaying its work in the trees
It had a plan right from the start
A spider builds a work of art
With silken threads, it weaves each part
Its masterpiece sways in the breeze
A spider builds a work of art
Displaying its work in the trees
Cobwebs, invisible in the darkness
Spread in every corner of the cosmos
Ensnared heaven’s butterflies in its mess
Crafted by the black widower with dross
To keep them and drink their life laid across
But Christ’s light of gnosis he brought to save
Shined into every corner of the cave
Showing the cobwebs’ thin and brittle dome
For us to wake up and see our enclave
To break Yaldabaoth’s webs, and return home
she is the princess of something and she invited us down
I heard this whispery secret all over our fine meadow town
can I come too? I asked, wondering what she was the princess of
Sure, said a frog, a snake, a lizard, and a lovely turtle dove
I arrived at the koi pond at a quarter until eight
the princess of spider webs was a few minutes late
a cheer went up when she came by, with her pet spider Cleat
I left quickly because he was huge and it looked like he wanted to eat.
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