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The Fox Feb 2015
Am I just a *******
function to you

Less than a human,
half a friend

Stuck aback in
a dead end

Someone to talk to
Rather than to care for

Someone to use
and to sow despair for

You may speak fondly now
but how could I care

When your words are
just the leeway for a loss

The noose that tightens
up the loose ends
Is slowly tearing off

And exclusive, that’s the
word you’re dreaming of

Because the ghost in the group
Is ******* fed up

Of all the shadows
on which he's tripping up

They are there because I am not
I am isolated; without a lie
It’s surely what you’d prefer

One for all is not at all
Not any more

So gladly go and throw me out
I might be lucky enough
to find something else

So go ahead and **** me off
I’ll be gone before you
can seal the lock

That keeps me out

Cut me out of old pictures and
Censor me for Caesar’s sake

But you know that he wouldn't
give a **** anyway

Lavish the lock that binds closed doors
Because it’s keeping me from keeping scores
Of all the times that I became a gravestone

Worn and still and often forgotten,
fed thorns through roses and other lies
that tore my trust from side to side
bruising amity until it was rotten

We think foxes tread the woods alone
through choice and not at all assume
that they’re strayed away because
the wolves have only wished it so

Well, the ghost in the group
is *******  fed up

That they are there
because he is not
and communications
have become corrupt

They’re **** out of luck
If they believe that he’ll
take this and they're ****
out of luck if they want
to earn trust and they’re ******
out of love if they think they can run

They are only there
because he is not
but this fox isn’t
willing to be forgot

He’s heard enough *******
To break old ground
He extends his voice
and they can't hear
the sound

It's exclusivity, wrying
and he’s tiring of trying
and he’s tiring of being

treated as if he’s less of
a friend in a pack that
promotes its' own
friendship as fair

and the ghost in the group
regurgitates the past
when he’d be left alone
without a word to pass
The Fox Jan 2015
If the universe
is a hologram

Are we all programmed?

Do we live on puppet strings
Guided by ghosts, they sing
Us to our source

Is our will the only force
Drifting us to our core

Can we transcend this?
When we learn to see other worlds

Does it lie beyond a mirror?
Can we see across the river?

Will the light bend around us?
Will the doors just open up?

Will someone need the key?
Did they leave it in a diary?

We can sit here wondering
We may ask and we may receive

For all that we can believe

Mechanisms can keep us still
For we have thoughts and time to ****

Do we live on puppet strings?
Will we wake or
will we dream again?

If the universe is a hologram
The Fox Dec 2014
You were a conglomerate of contradictions
cascaded, divided, wedged in a vapid waste
weighing energy down into a selfish shape,

A structured vessel for polluted ground
a velvet tongue, a needle-waved whistle
that was biting a touch of frost amongst us

In an autumnal haze, a scavenger in taste
shuffles through souls likes cigarettes in his box
to light one up to the new, winter-weighted age,
chewed and swallowed over with an almond-like, bitter taste

The way the shadows were bended,
leaning over our landscape, like a twilight blanket
revealed, post-hearts, creatures in the dark
that twist us and terrify us on sleepless nights
patch us together, blow the embers of our hearts away
Until we’re awake again

When we can not make love to mirrors
For more than we would blur our semblance
In breath
The Fox Dec 2014
Streams, streams
Of silly string and statements

Spoilt from the start
not a coin earned from heart

And the audacity to defend
a blood-tattered, soul-shattered legacy
an interest that serves itself to the bitter end
and a hope for mankind that dies down, yet again

A robotic, a horrific, working nightmare
Waste and filth and marketing ploys
pass the infra-red, marked with fear and joy

Happiness in the empty heart
that’s fulfilled by plastic, and
Horror in the open heart
that’s sealed with servitude

All they want is a nation made for labour
a nation of thinkers would exchange their favour

If injustice is a cause worth risking a life for
then risk the lives of the lawyers and the lords

For their existence is sitting on the thin ice of their money
funded and incentivised, they **** up bribes like honey

Streams and streams of meaningless numbers
guide our timeline like through a rolling thunder

The vibrations from the cities have formed pyramids to the sky
Dragging us up by the scruff of our necks, to comply or to die
The Fox Sep 2014
The sky is shivering
and the air whistles, hollow
under an all-embracing moon
glowing out before it settles down
all too soon

The atmosphere is afraid
Trails in unknown spaces
marking their ways, deeper
into a sky of dispersing clouds

Drifting down to become nothing
Fading out, but without a doubt

Dayrise breaks, then
over the burdens of yesterday
The sun inspired comfort
over a husk of cold souls

Our friend sat there, solemn
on a golden field, softer soils
Soaking up sunlight, royal
and breathing in pollen

He has ascended now
to the warmth from which
an endless love was born

Shining out, smiling out
before he settles down

All too soon, but without a doubt
The Fox Sep 2014
I've dropped a weight
A larger anchor than fate

When I tell myself I can't escape
Bound by my brain’s mistakes

The future is a starless sky
Here in my tripwire mind

When you come to deliver me
Remind me to respect your loyalty

I might forget and wind up, silent
With no consciousness left to care

Left to care about your warm touch
Left to care when you pick me up

I’m scared, if you can’t be there
in the middle of the mayhem

the results of my tripwire mind
fading away at the worst of times

When you come to pick me up
Your touch will be the way to the
Heavens above, the Heavens above

When I think I’ve had enough
Never enough of your loyalty
in your love, your love
The loyalty in your love
The Fox Sep 2014
Feelings are terrible teachers

They’ll stress your mind
and take away your time
you will never draw a line
on whether they’ll push or pull

If you refuse to listen
to their endless lectures
then expect to have these
constant complications
with their code of conduct
and their strict regulations

Yes, you can and will skip class
for as long as your white lies permit
But you know you’ll end up coming back
or end up punished by a higher hand

Soulless, stress-filled, a vacant face
stares you straight into your little eyes
and from here, your life begins to lacerate
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