"Transparent Quicksand", January 25th, 2009

It's a place with no location,
A word with no definition,
This concept which has me in such a difficult position,
What do you follow when you have no intuition?

The sky spells the future the way that only the stars know,
While the past is reflected as it crashes in the waves below,
While in the present I sink deeper in this quicksand beach,
Able to be heard and seen but constantly out of reach.

Slowly fading with nothing to fight for,
No reason to try if I'm not in the right war,
Wish there was something to set my sights on,
But there's nothing to see when all of the light's gone.

So find me something to search for in this hole,
Something for me to find as my goal,
That when I reach it I'll be able to breathe again,
Give me that target if you want to see me smile again.

My intensity will lead me to my destiny,
Won't let their density get the best of me,
Just because they can't understand where I stand,
Won't make me waste my time explaining the rhymes.

Don't stand in my way, I'll break through you with no remorse,
Simply allow my tenacity to run its course,
Run alongside me if you want to stay around,
Because unless you're in my sight, I won't hear a sound.

The heat from my stare turns all obstacles to glass,
Shattering to the floor once I'm an unstoppable mass,
So stay clear or the remnants will cut you deep,
Unless you can somehow keep up with my speed.

"Electric Spider", December 19th, 2008

The spider - the most honest of beings, but the most misunderstood,
By a world with eyes untrained to comprehend their intricacies,
Distorted views paint them as the symbol of lies -
An excuse for the world's failure to see their designs.

The spider harms none but the being who threatens it,
Consumes only those who trespass against it,
For their web is not a trap, but is simply their residence,
Responding the same way that a human thwarts an unwanted presence.

Some have said I am comparable to this creature,
My personality developing its more prominent features,
Becoming entwined in the complex web that they could not understand,
Which could have been avoided by not disturbing the strands.

However, I've also been named as a lightning storm, in the sense
That my destructive powers occasionally strike innocence,
That the beautiful chaos which my actions exude,
Does not have control over whom I exclude.

When they're combined, these two labels of mine,
They create the most complex and dangerous design,
One which is pure and destructive at the same time,
Much like the best tasting, most aromatic, but poisonous wine.

The spider cannot be killed, no force can injure it,
Water would fail to even defuse it,
It's complex designs leaving no way to confuse it,
Due to this, the world tries to refuse it.

The spider will never know companionship,
Until approached by the one who is insulated,
Understands the web's power to ensure they are prepared,
Only then will the spider's residence be shared.