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Waned and weary with only toil and trouble my limbs could only travel this journey tired. . In my head to in my mind -which coincidentally were not the same thing- thoughts seemed to expire from the zealous fear found in your gaping wide darkness of speech. My serenely spiritual soul's mythical secret shadow sparkled as a jewel: Boundlessly black but brazenly beauteous by day, but by night, my mind mentioned masses of decoratively hung ghastly gossip, secretively shushed into silence                   never     ever                                  to be a quick quiet find for any of us.

Stone Fox

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These sleazy intentions seem to kill more than those so-called "reported" serial orgasms. To say,     -off the record- that you give me both... feels very disturbingly corrupt yet thats not why you see me blushing. can this burning betrayal flesh be helped or better prevented? probably not my fight or flight instinct is to be the only suicidal bunny wet with desire, pressed up against the starving fox wanting you to give me it all. this is to be the root of my eternal damnation. have all these urges     -that even you have yourself- really be tainting the fragile lining of my soul using only my sinful secrets like a parasite? or is the questioning of my own morality while you fuck me religiously the real sin? How dare my mind even wonder while you posses me from the inside. if i am to be damned for finding what you only long for then so be it, mark me damned and chisel me into the future's mythology. and on that day, the divine powers from above decide to strike me down,       when they smight me, plaguing me with some eternal curse I will welcome all fates with a smile. I found a love so powerful it made destiny insecure resulting as my name serving as some cautionary tail of knowing ones place forever blazing in the stories with danger and warning. but even if the sight of me were to turn you to stone, making me your demise, i will deliver your marble tomb each and every time. I will always choose to make you hard-always.

Stone Fox

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Slow Fearful Contrast

Blazing eyes hot with slow fearful contrast fired together, coloring a vivid sonic boom. Blinding all with fired pistols quivering through many of the mighty dead. The light in my eyes was the only movement that could be seen. While a lone bro cry of "HAZAH!" was desirously pining over a share of the glory in this galvanic conquest. That was the signal-NOW WAS THE TIME! Victory was in sight drawing near and aggressively holding on tight. I assure you of this, we really are the prey, playing this cat and mouse game we were never supposed to win. This evil creature of trickery let us destroy him-so who is the real hero?

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Beast of Burden

He halted.. Snuffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off. Still, Without much delay, We gallantly dragged our efforts; shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit I was unwilling in this sport. In my heart of hearts I hoped instead we might manage to tame him. This Mighty Majestic Beast of Burden was too rare to see Death. But once our chase had been executed the  noose in our hands drew tight, Ensnaring the monster in our trap as we had him. We had him cornered. The Beast was upon the ground-doomed. The animal was at all our mercy. I felt some repugnance at paining the animal-but those were the orders. This was a case of necessity-this was kill or be killed.

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Tasseled Dreams

"The thought of  the future we will never have was pollinating foul fuzzy particles in the air, slowly following the wake of all those tasseled dreams I had held onto for all those years but had to let go." The most intimate revelations can often expose plagiaristic suppressions that we've most likely tried to already forget. Suggesting to anyone on the outside looking in, that there is a rancid cowardice secreting from the pores of all those who would deny the most basic of fundamental decencies to their fellow man. All the while, boasting a loud tolerance that would be found on the very last Autumn-the very last colorful arrangements of watering oranges and smothered reds our world was ever going to be privileged to witness again. The thundering drumming of my own beating heart gave my freshly dead and bland reaction a neon personality, with a few extra fingering, lingering, successful gestures that reflected a sparkly prism of tracers. Tracers that were birthed from the most brilliant of lasers, as I was radiating something that was blindingly gorgeous, something that was heightened with more sensitivity as it shadowed over the complexity of every kiss that I had ever been given in my life.. Spinning a silk and gold web around me that was almost as intricate as an alarm sounding earth quake. This flaccidly tight response came at a price, leaving nothing but whispers and the wrong kind of impressions at the sight of  it's unwanted face.. The time of dignity and grace felt decades away as your tiny little temperaments began to attempt to soothe me into a very still silence. "Wooing" me and "seducing" me with such a strong touch of romantic readiness, I knew it would never be matched or found again causing me to feel a stroke of sadness at the single sentiment.   This dramatic departure killed any interest that might have supported the abortive sorrows and short winded elation’s of men, but instead the idea of a possibly new tasseled dream, sparked me into a shimmering prism bouncing glittering, glimmering, glowing rays off my skin, as I put the shine in the sun.

The story behind this poem is to never put your hapiness in someone elses hands. People will come and go in and out of your life but you will always be stuck with your own reflection for company.

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Fatal Air

ess air is fatal to those who breathe, you should have nothing to fear. The safest way of surviving Fatal Air is to steal a few handfuls of blazing air. Granting you access to: “Enter without Danger.” Physical contact sparked flames instantly. Heating up more than the temperature, while bundles of blazing grass were thrown in for a real heat wave. preparing the flame chest filled with signal rockets that we brought from the wreck blasted flying fiery serpents shots; gliding across the sky and shortly disappearing at a vast distance. Radiant meteors on a cloud of thunder lightened up by local magicians sparked and smoked like fire-breathing dragons. These experiments lighted the air-leaving all oxygen purified.

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Haunt your Destiny- Come with me to the old country and together we will find the lives we've forgotten. You can live them twice by paying the unkown price, each one, never being the same as before. The key to your debt is to have something Beautiful Life wants: Looks that can kill, a heart of gold, or wisdom beyond your years. Life is always looking for the rarest of qualities that make one pure, for they are special and help shape things such as your luck. She takes pleasure in watching you try to write your wrongs or just change your path with a fresh new outlook that sadly results the way it was the first time. Until you realize there are no changes that can be made, no new path, and no secret new ending.   She's twisted like that. You then find out it has all already been decided before and after you. Everything and all that dwells within was all decided before time. You are not significant, there is nothing special about you other than that one singular thought that you are special. Tell me what is yours that we did not give you? Not even your rebellion is your own. So morn your doomed future, and haunt your destiny. Pretend you are special and show us what it's like to play God.

Stone Fox