Kenneth Fox

Kenneth Fox Dec 2012

A prison planet veiled by an electromagnetic net,
Inducing amnesia, erasing past lives, millennia of experiences and replaces the mind with robotic self destructing thoughts built to keep the slave system ever going
Encaging souls to never be free from this biological prison
Shells recycling through, now the idea of reincarnation finally is put into clear view
Born again to lie wait in the hellish purgatory asked to enter the light
The light is the trap
The light is what brings you back to the Earth, the dumping ground for untouchable souls.
For souls always slaving for eternity.
Then what is the way out,
The way out is where?
Where is that we belong?
Why are the questions too unreachable?
And when I float on,
Will I be erased again and placed back into the stream, the norm, the low class untouchables?
Is there no way to be truly free, to travel the universes without the fear of capture.
I am at ends looking for the start but where the start begins is something I truly do not understand

Kenneth Fox Jun 2012

paper napkin

flat out, untouched,
abiding until the moment a hand
goes to pick you up,
their liquid waste, an accidental spill
fills your cotton pores
not even a polite question
"Can I use you, napkin?"
Or a delighting gesture; to use you once more
and more and more and more
but to crumble you, to grasp you and let you
ease into belonging; no longer disposable
though it doesn't last, you float through the air
into a pile of 20 second paper napkins
to find the lid is more compassionate
then those distant lines that seperate
the fingers into sections
it hides you from rejection

Kenneth Fox Jun 2012

Infect My Touch

I was trying to change you, yeah I was
To push you around, like a dog, like a cat
like an animal cause I think you should be made into a mat
Oh, but I wasn't, I didn't mean to bite you so mean
But I am an animal, a diabolical creation too
So let us growl and bare our teeth
Let the blood pour down onto our feet
Wait, just stop, I back down you can push me around
I like the violence, the impact of your hate
on the things that I've become as of late
So could you give me a tissue now?
I would like to wipe the blood from my mouth
Let's play nice, let's hug it out
But I can't, I want, the change, it creeps me in underneath your skin
you can't wait, you send an invitation
Taste a bit of your poison, hanging from your fangs
I reach in and I'm down your esophagus
I nestle and I begin to digest into your vessels,
And I feed you my evil, this courage you crave
undeniable.

Kenneth Fox May 2012

When You're Around

There is this feeling I can't seem to shake
It looms over me this pale luminous cloud
A shadow, not of my own, lurking oh, so proud
Hugs my shoulders with an unnerving weight
This feeling comes over me when you're awake
When you are near and when you are far,
I notice how I can only hear the sharp
pitch of your nagging words
and the pout of your lips, a piercing harp
That strings and stitches its will upon my life
And tries to puppet its pitches to bound me tight
Static and stagnant when plucked,
An evil soul gripped by a tattered heart,
too many times down in luck,
someone made their mark with your heart, left you ******.
Left you looming, wandering, excusing your every wit
and hit and sour, sad, selfish self and made you quit
at being a person with love and self respect
Instead you take everyone and anyone on when you're around
when you are here pouring your ugly in everyone's ear
but unlike the rain you do not cleanse nor make way
for light and brighter day
you keep the clouds and grey, no shine, no play
I want to run away.
When you're around.
When you are down.
When you make a frown.
When you're upside down.
When you take a place and make a fake.
I just need to run away.

Kenneth Fox Mar 2012

No Name

I may now possibly believe
but I'm still on the fringes of doubt.
What will push me off the edge?
What will pull me back onto the ledge?

I don't know if I heard your voice
not through my ears, no, I don't know
it's a confusing mess, no less
but it's worth the time I invest

they call you by all kinds of names
they say you've handed over your words in a book
how can I find you on my own?
with all these obstacles that I am shown?

Kenneth Fox Jan 2012

young and dying

believe in a world free of money
then we can envision ourselves with freedom
and unity
we've given up the gold and silver standard
allowing the bankers to make wealth from thin air
so the mind controlled drones work without a care
continuing to build a society's infrastructure cracking,
and breaking under a weak foundation
they dehumanize through disassociation
and patch it up with television and food free of nutrition
so can we imagine like John Lennon?
wake up and question this money and it's evil that's spread into the world
wake up and start taking action
because our world is young and dying
we are young and dying
still enslaved to the paper money
still controlled by stupid government policies
still imagining and still dreaming
still afraid and still confusing
won't we ever open up our eyes?
to die happily old and asking not for youth
but for the next lives to start
and leave behind a loving world for the future hearts

Kenneth Fox Jan 2012

symbolic

everything that is seen is not always what it seems