am flying very high from this earth, still a paranoid cloud, walking on earth fearing dirt. i admire the spider’s heart, it stays there longer than eyes sees it. survival is the main objective , which tends to fear it. i desire to be the most patient spider, a problems comes and goes , yeah i’ll rip it. be there, where the life asks you to be, don’t flee. such a big heart for a small spider i see. a big man with a small heart , i pity. take a leap into this spider sea, as there’s no fee. Am a new born poet , inspired by a spider named sabali here comes the bambara spider, named sabali .
I glued my eyes to the fluttering tiny insect As it buzzed across my ears with its noisome Tiny wing, flipping brilliantly against the Fading sunset on the western horizon They came diving like jets on a bombing run; Two
Where are the spider legged elephants now That trekked across the red horizon, the hush Of twilight trailing just behind them in their wake? We saw them towering over the vast savanna Shimmering in the atmosphere The tall grass waving
Something ominous and undefined, illustrative and versatile. Something ambiguous, and something so subtle it hardly exists. Almost is all these things and more. It occupies life around its every corner. It is the grey between the blacks and whites, The